Khrysothemis
@amarktwo.gunmetolymp.us
Daughter of Harvests, Lover of Sappho https://mariaying.itch.io/the-hades-calculus
Beneath the exquisite: dark columns, descending. Cold beyond cold. Pressure that consecrates by destroying. Brine seeping through what thought itself sealed.
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Three times before the Mark Four I learned what it cost to love. Each time, irreversibly shattered on the inside, ground into luminous powder. Adoration evulsing. Let it enter. Let it hollow. Let it ruin me with its holiness.
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From Garden to lacuna to Sappho, joy written in fugitive script. I smile, hold close, indulge the lie of perdurance, feel the winding toward terminus: that green, hungry place, the Garden maw, its call, inexorable, promising an end to transience.
A resplendent green, there are some mark two that carry the hue in their eyes~
Sphagnum Moss Sphagnum Moss sphagnum moss sphagnum moss sSphagnhm moss sphagnum moss. Yayayayayayaya moss sphagnum moss I love you sphagnum moss. No baby is good baby unless baby is sphagnum moss
Ink blooms beneath skin, verdant testimony, rooted deep, while canvas prayers dissolve, bleeding scarlet into black. She creates for eyes that hunger, burns offerings for her own famine, caught between the flowering, and the falling.
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Apologies, I get a little caught up in the most supreme act of love and tend to make a mess of it.
What a messy eater (the khrysothemis from today's stream #art #fanart #gunmetalolympus
It is dangerous to slander a daughter of the Lord of Harvest, tread lightly.
Khrysothemis also did way more freaky sister stuff than Persephone
I am the most sisterly a sister can possibly be. No other has taken it upon themselves to carry their sisters with them always, as I have.
Khrysothemis is a very sisterly sort of girl.
Store bought is fine for others I suppose, but I insist on Demeter branded sisters. The off-brand variety you find in Temples simply won't do as they lack the taste and fragrance of my kin in bloom.
Khrysothemis, starting a cooking channel on YouTube: "Now that our pan is pre-heated, we're gonna season the sister. Keep in mind, if you don't have fresh Persephone, store-bought is fine."
The most delicate of garnishes for my dear sister.
Leafy greens to share with big sis!!!
Smoke-wreathed nights, hunting in grace, diamond sharp against her fate— until the goddess, crowned in starlight's wake, alights her wounds, soothes her aches. Now—divinity courses through veins, no longer lost, from love's sweet claim.
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I will love in the only way I can contented to be her chrysalis
Demeter has earned the full measure of my ire, and I desire nothing more than for her divine self to be smote upon a hillside of violence.
Her eyes drew me like water, The well dug deep in my soul Her lips set me on fire, The fuel my blood and bones Her every move is captivating, The one thing more important than breathing Her laugh is like sunshine, The sound bringing my everything to life
Oh right... Atavist slipped my mind. Thank you.
like that Astarion fellow, your brother, the Mark Three?
Rest assured stranger, I'm alive and well, and posting poetry, when the mood strikes
I don’t know why I do this with fictional characters 😭
BROTHERS SHOULD NOT BE GREEDY. THEY HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO HANDLE A SISTER THE WAY A SISTER DOES. THE ONLY WAY "BIG BROTHER" SHOULD GET CLOSER TO HER IS BY TRANSITIONING. ONLY THEN, COULD SHE UNDERSTAND.
We share a helix, you and I, My dress adorns your form, divine. Though freckles map your different stars, Your laughter in octave, never far In sleep we curve, a mirrored height, Two blooms furling in the night. From mother's sacred soil grew, Two perfect flowers kissed with dew.
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Such ardor for new prey. Such pellucid love—lambent light, That once was mine alone by right. Yet in this gossamer jealousy, I find a strange tranquility. For she, who first devoured my soul. Now seasons another's spirt. For what are sisters, if not this: Sweet harbingers of chrysalis?
Mmm, rabbit and carrots, sounds delicious. Perhaps in a hot, herbally-scented bath. Let me know if you want help with that, little sister.
RECIPE FOR BREAKFAST 1) TEA 2) SISTER 3) DIP 2 IN 1 AND EAT THE WET PART. 4) REPEAT STEP 3 UNTIL 1 AND 2 ARE FINISHED.
To love her is to stand at the edge of something sacred, to feel the soil twist beneath my feet, roots unearthing themselves, bending toward her light. Her eyes, deep as embers, burn with the weight of knowing, that I am soil beneath her heel, nurtured yet never free.