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...
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• Macaria •
Thanatos scrambled away from me, warmth leaving warmth as the cold air surrounded me and goosebumps rippled along my skin Out of fear as well as the loss of contact My father was here Stood waiting behind the door as Than rushed over to his easel and I lay frozen in place.
Knock knock The sound knocked me from my own mind however, and I stood from the bed, heading towards the door But then... I stopped Grabbing a robe from the handle and wrapping myself away.
I opened the door slowly, curiously looking at my father as he stared down at me, before his gaze darted over my shoulder rapidly "Father, are you alright?" I asked "Yes, I came up to check you were alright... after dinner, but I see you have company" he said, raising an eyebrow as his gaze flickered to Thanatos.
"Yes, I do, Thanatos is doing a painting for me" I said, opening the door all the way I had nothing to hide. Right now...
"I was not aware you paint Thanatos?" He questioned "Yes my lord, I hope you do not mind me painting your daughter" he said "I asked about one when I saw him painting the meadows" I said
A slight lie. He was painting a dark scene whilst looking at the meadows. But I did not want to stand around indulging in too much conversation with him.
"Of course not. We need more paintings of the children around the castle anyway" he said. The word children jolted a wince through me He was trying too hard and too obviously to get his message that we were children across And we were not We were adults now. Capable of making our own decisions.
"Quite" I commented, waiting for him to take his leave.
"Well, I suppose I shall leave you to your devices" he said, slowly edging back out of the door "Yes, good night father" I said "Good night darling, and do not be too long, the servants may speak if they see a god leaving your room at such hours of the night" he advised.
"Yes father" I said He lingered a moment longer "Thanatos" he nodded, before he finally left. I shut the door slowly, letting out a breath I hadn't thought I had held for this long
"He is right my love" Than said, abandoning his easel to near me as I turned around "I know" I said I know some of the maids had already begun the whispers.
I saw them every time I entered a room or walked down the hallways, they would immediately quieten "But I loathe to see you leave" I said honestly, my voice a whisper itself Our own little secret in an empty room.
