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His library was one of her favorite places in the palace,
And even if their future were to unravel, he would fight for it. Desperately.
“Oh, dear king,” said Clotho. “There is no path,” said Atropos. “That will leave her unbroken,” said Lachesis.
She shrugged. “They didn’t like cats.”
“You are my weakness, losing you is my greatest fear, and your love is my most treasured possession.”
“Now, can I set Dionysus’s dick on fire?”
“How much planning can possibly go into castration?” “It’s an art,” Hermes replied before vanishing,
“Do the gods put this ardor in our hearts or does each man’s desire become his god?” —Virgil, The Aeneid
“See what my brother is up to,” Hades instructed. “Which one?” “The wet one.”
“Do not fret, Good Counselor,” said Clotho. “Your bargain with Briareus,” said Lachesis. “Will only ruin your life,” said Atropos.
Hermes crossed the room to a stack of folded towels and threw one at him. “Get wet, Daddy Death,” Hermes said.
“Fucking cake,” he said, glaring at it. “You better be delicious.”
“Yeah, well, fuck anyone who sides with Hera,” Dionysus said.
“What we were once and we are today, we shall not be tomorrow.” —Ovid, Metamorphoses
“I feel sorry for you,” Persephone said at last. “You would rather be alone than accept something you fear.”
He knew he would never fully understand what it meant to live beneath the reign of such a mother—one who could turn her love on and off at will—but he imagined it had left Persephone feeling very unworthy, and it was likely why she had so much doubt when it came to their relationship.
As someone with a complicated relationship with her mom, who loves conditionally, this registered hard with me.
Sometimes he forgot the baggage she carried, forgot that her need for reassurance did not necessarily mean she had doubts, only that she needed comfort, and this was why.
