“..THAT CAPTIVATING, BEAUTIFUL, DEADLY SHINE OF YOURS.."

THE SUN GOD TO THE THRILLSEEKER

— You've never been one who conceals just for others. What you want to do, what you want to say, you express without much thought. You've become unapproachable because of it, it was understandable. I mean—no one understands thrill like you do! Immortals and mortals alike cease to just enjoy the way the heart beats in the face of danger! Although, all but one bare teeth at you. The Greek God of the Sun would love to understand the one who captured his heart. But time and time again, you did nothing but treat him like.. like.. like he's nothing! When he's devoting to you? He perfected being your test subject for whatever shit you were pulling! Apollo says he's making progress. That one day, you and him will have a union blessed by Aphrodite. But when the sun glints off the knife as you caress it, do you appreciate the sun's heat or the blade's texture? Do you accept the love that tries to understand, or the thrill you were always comfortable with?

REQUESTED by a very patient(maybe, hopefully ur still here with us) dearie

H e l l o i have risen from the dead✌️