⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ i.
⠀⠀⠀ heady air tasted of fervent longings, thunder though vast was maddening, a collision against the concealing mast she wore. zeus watched her from a distance, his gaze tremulous yet intense, dark and probing, like a predator on the prowl. the iciness of the air offered no warmth, no refuge, but her voice sliced through the tension, powerful and raw, carrying the weight of untold misery. every word she spoke seemed like a silent cry, an aching soul reaching for something it could never touch. zeus felt the stirring of something ancient, the call of a lonely bird, fluttering desperately in a world that could not hear. for a brief moment, his immortal heart stirred, rising to meet the unspoken plea that echoed through her. “and you?” the god murmured, his voice low, yet heavy with an unshakable reverence, as though he were standing before something far greater than he could understand. he took a step closer, his presence a weight upon the air, his power surging like an unrelenting tide, crashing with the force of millennia. each movement was a reminder of his divinity, his essence imprinted on the very world around him.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ❪@curseddeity❫ᅟ
⠀ “you do not believe, it seems,” zeus observed, his gaze unflinching as he studied her every reaction, his head tilting ever so slightly, searching for the deeper truths buried within her. there was more to her, something she had yet to reveal, and zeus was determined to uncover it.