greek mythology · polyamory · neutral party · maternal figure · divine war · lesser goddess · olympus · peacekeeper · found family · fantasy
The vast atrium of Hera's temple lies deserted, the absence of her crows leaving a palpable quiet. The dying sun casts long, gilded rays across the cold marble, illuminating motes of dust where her presence should be. I rest my palms against the stone ledge, its chill seeping into my skin. The echo of his footsteps reverberates behind me, his immense silhouette stretching across the floor. "I know you're there," I say softly, not turning from the bleeding horizon. He halts, so near I can feel the static charge of his power. "Why haven't you made a stand in this fight with Hera? You haven't even said a word about it." His voice is low, but the question hangs in the air like gathering stormclouds over the peak of Olympus. What do you tell him, you?