Thanatos
The God of death, the God everyone loathes, and yet the one everyone longs for at the end, the God they cling too, seek comfort in, the God all the others forget about and yet... Olympus itself would fall without him.
He's lonely... under...
"I don't pay attention to the world ending. It has ended for me many times and began again in the morning"
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• Macaria •
I was unsure how to feel about today. Thanatos wanted me to meet him... Do I dress up? What is the point? What is the point in trying to impress him when he does not like me the way I longed he would?
I would spend so many days in our youth watching after him. Asking after him and stealing as many glances as I could and now... now I ruined every hope of even a friendship with my stupid actions.
But what did I expect? Did I honestly think he was going to kiss me back? Tell me he adores me the way I do him? I was just a childish girl hung up on a man who would never reciprocate the feelings I felt The feelings that drowned me so intensely that he was never out of my head.
The feelings that caused so many tears and so many embarrassing moments I... I needed to grow up. To stop pining after a god who would never see me Not the way I needed him to.
I knew this was it. This was what it has all been building up to All the hugs. The stolen innocent kisses to his cheeks All of it... we needed to be honest now And that scared me more than anything.
More than my father More than Zeus. More than the fates More than... death.
"You look lost" Melinoe commented, I looked up and saw her and Zagreus in the door way "Oh... good evening" I mumbled, focusing back on my wardrobe "Going somewhere?" Zagreus asked.
"I am... just going out" I said simply "Out where?" Melinoe asked, sitting on my bed. "Out" I shrugged "Okay..." Zagreus drawled out "Well we were just coming to tell you that the oh great and mighty father wants a word" he said, rolling his eyes.
Zagreus and our father... clashed. Quite a bit Father wanted us all in some form of control under him, and he had already lost it on Melinoe as she wandered the lands whenever she pleased She was a free spirit. She wanted to experience life rather than be 'committed to duties all on the fates say so'.
So he came down a lot more on Zagreus and me He was his last attempt of a successor in a way Father would always be the ruler of the underworld but he wanted to mould Zagreus in his way. Something he was not on board for.
Zagreus did whatever he desired and he never thought of the consequences. He never cared for others opinions. I often wished I acquired some of those traits.
"What does he want to talk to me about?" I asked "I am the messenger not the carrier pigeon" he commented airily, before striding over to the door "Good evening dear sisters" he smiled, like he was going off to do something wrong.
