Seeing you come to me should be catharsis, but instead, it takes on the colour of murder. It is because you are the mortal one between us; more beautiful in your emotion, easier to kill, all that energy inside you as quickly perishable as the entire lifespan of a butterfly.

Maybe this was why I wanted you. I had grown cold with responsibility for the sun. Destruction was not what I intended for you, but this is what happens to all who follow in my wake. Ask the sunflower who she used to be; she will tell you she is the mortal who fell in love with me.

This is the difference between ichor and iron. The universe made you closer to itself than us. The water will take better care of you than me. Let me melt your wings, you belong to the sea. Now, a stillness neither of us knew before. Now, a softness no one can answer for.
―NIKITA GILL, apollo to icarus

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