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“Besides, bitterness will only poison you, not them.”
“God sees your heart, Casiopea,” her mother said, smiling at her. “It is a good heart.” Casiopea lowered her gaze and hoped this was not the case, for her heart was bubbling like a volcano and there was a tight knot of resentment in her stomach.
“Nothing ever changes,” Casiopea told her mother. “What would you like to see change?” Everything, Casiopea thought.
He was like a boy pulling a girl’s pigtail and she ought to have ignored him, but a prank is not any less irritating because it is childish.
“I wish you’d stand up for me! Sometimes I feel like you have no pride, the way you let them walk all over us!”
Casiopea stared at the man. “You stand before the Supreme Lord of Xibalba,” the stranger said. His voice had the chill of the night. “Long have I been kept a prisoner, and you are responsible for my freedom.”
Is this gonna get sexy?!
The god knew how to dress himself, thankfully. She’d had no idea if he had any experience with such garments. It would have been even more mortifying to have to button up the shirt of a god than it already was to watch him get dressed. She’d seen naked men in mythology books, but even Greek heroes had the sense to wear a scrap of cloth upon their private parts. I shall now go to hell, she thought, because that was what happened when you looked at a naked man who was not your husband and this one was handsome. She’d probably burn for all eternity.
She about to get turnt out and understand God on a different level
Seldom was he the cause of his own misfortune.
for it is difficult to be wise and young.
“You can let go,” she said. “I didn’t realize—” “Such insolence.” “Keep squeezing my hand then and complaining at the same time, you’ll see some real insolence,” she sputtered.
just kiss already!!
“Is that why you stare at the stars?” he asked. “Are you searching for beauty or dreaming with your eyes wide open?”
The saleswoman probably judged her a tart already. It was very important not to be a tart. But she was already wearing skirts that showed her legs. What were the other requirements for such a designation? Did it matter if she wasn’t one but merely looked the part?
if you dream your teeth are falling out it means another. I do hate it when my teeth fall out in dreams,” she said.
I wonder how many women in this era dreamt of their teeth falling out 🤔
Abruptly Hun-Kamé stood up, took her left hand, and kissed her knuckles, like she’d thought gentlemen might do, the kind of gesture fit for films or poems.
omg omg omg
“I’ll let you be, Casiopea Tun,”
nvm 😭
“No. Not the name I told you. If you’d seen me on the street, if you’d met me while you walked through the city and you’d looked at me over your shoulder, what name would you have given me?” “Are we playing a game?” she asked, exasperated. “I told you we all have different names. You are Lady Tun, you are Casiopea, you are the Stone Maiden, and deep inside your heart you have a secret name. Grant me a name and it will be yours and mine alone.”
“I’ve desired nothing except your death,” he said, “and yet now I do not find the need for it. I was unkind to you and you returned the unkindness, but I cannot perpetuate a cycle of sorrows.”
The nature of hate is mysterious. It can gnaw at the heart for an eon, then depart when one expected it to remain as immobile as a mountain. But even mountains erode.
A grain of dust may contain a universe inside, and it was the same for him. Within that gray speck there lived his love and he gave it to Casiopea, for her to see.
There was sadness in her, of course, but she didn’t wish to crack like fine china either. She could not wither away. In the world of the living, one must live. And had this not been her wish? To live. Truly live.
