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S.M. Gaither
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July 10 - July 26, 2025
For everyone who’s ever been told they’re ‘too much’— Go ahead and burn as brightly as you want to.
If I die in this temple tonight, at least my death will fan the flames of our rebellion.
Patterns were everywhere if you bothered to look for them.
The gods were many things. Safe was certainly not one of them.
The gods could never see the world the way I did.
I’d often thought it a cruel metaphor for our kind as a whole—so much power coursing through our veins and our histories, yet we couldn’t seem to properly harness our collective strength and put an end to all our problems.
Well, I hadn’t come here with any plans to shrink.
“I guess I’m just curious about other ways you might be serving him.” “It’s a good thing I haven’t eaten yet,” I said, “because what you’re suggesting is making me feel like I might vomit.”
“If you want to prove you belong,” she said, twisting and securing a thin braid against the side of my head, “then you must burn so brightly the gods cannot ignore you.”
“Your appearance doesn’t make me want to claw my eyes out tonight,” I informed him. “You’re almost pleasant to look at, even.
Chaos, hatred, misery…they all loved company, I suppose,
“Is it not exhausting to be angry all the time?” “Is it not exhausting to run your mouth so incessantly as you do?”
In my head, I’d written our story much differently.
Yet, tonight…tonight it felt like all of us were devils, and I just didn’t want to be alone in this hell.
“Sometimes we hold on to painful things, I think, because letting them go feels like letting go of the person who gave them to us.”
“Better too curious than willingly ignorant,”
When I looked back at Dravyn a few minutes later, I found him watching me as though I was the only thing in the world just then—in this realm or otherwise.
“There are so many things I could show you, Little Sparrow.”
As I stared at him, a thought struck me—that what I’d told him was true. I really had been surrounded by fighting my entire life. But I’d rarely experienced someone fighting for me the way he kept doing.
“Though I still don’t need you to burn the world down for me,” I said, “just so we’re clear. The divine world or otherwise. Nothing has changed regarding that.” He smiled, his other hand finding its way to my lower back, pulling me more fully into his lap. “You can do it yourself, as I recall.”
“So perhaps I’ll just stand among the ashes with you,” he said, “and admire your work.”
But gods how I wanted to burn with him.
“How does it end?”
And maybe I could finally put down my daggers, as he’d asked me to all those days ago, if it meant freeing up my hands to reach for his.
“I fell asleep with you in my arms, woke up the same way, and now everything else feels unbalanced in comparison.
“Are all the gods such show-offs?” I asked with a wry grin. “Yes,” he said. “But I’m one of the worst.”
I’d wanted to burn with him before. Now I realized I wanted to build with him, too.
“Just tell me you’ll stay. Tell me you’re mine. At least for tonight.”
“I don’t think I ever stood a chance.”
But I was beginning to think that a mind that was unwilling to change was not necessarily a strength.