[ To be friend to a god was not a simple mantle to bear. To him, to befriend a mortal life was — equally difficult. There was the issue of their minds, the vast discrepancy between how they thought and perceived the world; there was the issue of their methodology, wherein she saw the path forward as one where she was stalwart and honorable and he viewed it as one where he would do anything, everything. Power, for power's sake and power, for the sake of those like her — he wants her to shine, and as badly as she wants the same for him... it is not a thing he can easily attain. Restrictions exit for him, if he wishes to use his power fully and accurately.
But for her, he can vow to be at her side in the face of it all. Even their own inner difficulties will not tear him away from her.
Rather than tear up their connection and cast it to the cold wind, she slips her fingers into his hair and stains him in turn. The dark streak falls just alongside the strands of hair bound in golden thread and metal coil, a braid that he hides in the depths upon which his sunbeam rests. It is an installation more permanent, for he cannot bear to take it out and look into his world — but he carries its murmuration alongside his ear, the same ear he had given up to her in the roots, the same one that he turns to her as she leaves her mark upon him. Upon his soul.
It is a better mark, than the other one that has long withstood his pitiful resistances. ]
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But for her, he can vow to be at her side in the face of it all. Even their own inner difficulties will not tear him away from her.
Rather than tear up their connection and cast it to the cold wind, she slips her fingers into his hair and stains him in turn. The dark streak falls just alongside the strands of hair bound in golden thread and metal coil, a braid that he hides in the depths upon which his sunbeam rests. It is an installation more permanent, for he cannot bear to take it out and look into his world — but he carries its murmuration alongside his ear, the same ear he had given up to her in the roots, the same one that he turns to her as she leaves her mark upon him. Upon his soul.
It is a better mark, than the other one that has long withstood his pitiful resistances. ]
We are one another's.