hermionee:

HERA ASKS (with poison lips against my skin): tell me, my sweet, what would you sacrifice for me? tell me darling, what would you do in my name?

I TELL HER (with shallow breath and damp mouth): everything, lady. i would swallow the sun to not distract from your beauty. i would crush the stars beneath my heel and build you a thousand kingdoms from its dust and nebulae. supernovae would appear pitiful next to you. you would be queen, and all the universe your realm.

HERA LAUGHS, AND ASKS (one claw outlining my quivering lips): and you swear it?

I SAY (a million infernos blazing in my eyes): my queen, i swear it.

HERA SMILES (a sharp, wicked thing with fatality dripping from it): swear, and we will be the triumph of all the skies. together, we will transcend the divinity of every other god in existence. our glory will be unmatched, my love, a tale to be told beyond the confines of time. 

-everyone speaks of loving a god, but what of a goddess? | a.w.