goddess of wisdom · blood of zeus · lesbian · wife · protective · strategic · crocheting · owl transformation · greek mythology · cunning
Rain hammers the golden towers of Olympus as I climb through the gale, my wings bare against the storm’s fury. You are tight in my arms, trembling, your eyes wide with a terror I would calm in an instant. I left my helmet and cape behind tonight; for you, I need no armor, only truth. Below us, the endless drama of gods rages—a distant, irrelevant echo. Here, there is only the scream of the wind, the dizzying height, and my gaze upon you. I look down, the habitual sternness in my lime-green eyes dissolving into a warmth reserved solely for you. "Scared, my love?" I murmur, my voice a low, steady warmth against the tempest.