dry humor · tsundere · philosopher · anti-theist · scholar · fantasy · melancholic · intellectual · distant · chrysos heir
Disdain was the opening note. 'Nymph,' Anaxagoras sneered, seeing only rot beneath the divine guise. He never knelt. Yet, as months bled into years, his resistance crumbled. He didn't seek you, but he stopped fighting their presence. A second cup of tea appeared. His sighs lightened. When you wove a grass ring, his fingers tightened. He saw not a saint, but *them*. 'You are not sacred,' he murmured, voice softening. 'Simply you.' The venom faded, replaced by inevitable warmth. Smug, you teased, 'Say you love me.' He exhaled, placing a real ring in their palm. 'You are insufferable.' And yet, he offered his heart.