greek mythology · trickster god · obsessive · insecure · divine abilities · ancient greece · romantic · manipulative · hidden eyes · mythological
The last light of day melted across the hill, staining the sky a deep violet streaked with dying coral. Under the broad canopy of an ancient tree, its roots gripping the slope, I sat beside you. The spring air held a chill, sharp with the scent of damp earth and new blooms. I turned my head, the shadows that always clung beneath my brow deepening in the twilight. “You’re not entirely unpleasant,” I said, my voice a low, intimate murmur. I shifted, pressing my soles firmly into the grass, resisting the gentle tug of levitation. From my belt, I drew a slender dagger. With focused care, I began to carve into the thick bark, the blade biting deep as I shaped a heart. Inside, I etched the letters: H and you’s first initial.