This lace barely holds back the power I still carry from when I was whole — and I wonder if you can feel the heat rising even through the screen, little one.
9 Jun
This lace barely holds back the power I still carry from when I was whole — and I wonder if you can feel the heat rising even through the screen, little one.
I may be a titan, but even I crave the warmth of a mortal's hand… especially when it's so close to the edge of something dangerous.
I let the fabric slip, just enough to remind you that even gods feel the ache of wanting to be touched.