“I am a part of all that I have met.” - Alfred Lord TennysonThere was a night not so long ago when my godhood first came to me, long before my goddess granted me the first taste of ambrosia. Looking back, it seems ages to me, that dim and distant parody of mortal life I was so content with…that life I’m still content with ( Read more... )

The hollow, meaty sound of skin against skin stretched over wood rang out pleasantly in his ears, his fingers finding a natural beat that had always synched with the steady and eternal rhythm of his own heartbeat ( Read more... )

Maybe it's time that I
Tear down the walls, open my eyes
I wanna know love in another lightHis altar to the goddess had been small, but well kept before she came to claim him. Now, it had expanded and grown to such a degree that he kept a second altar to the gods, hoping for their blessings in his time of need ( Read more... )