ofmoonlightandthesun:

How do you say ‘no’ to a God?

There’s honeycomb shoved past your lips and rosemary braided by deft fingers into your hair.

There’s whispers in your mind of stories to be told, heroics to extoll.

There’s sunlight that touches your skin, like fingerprints seared into skin.

There’s the sound of music constantly in your head like a finely tuned radio.

There’s jewelry on sale that looks like sun rays and a murmur of “Wear it. My gift to you, little one.” as you bring it to the innocent cashier.

There’s words of love and tenderness blinking on the screen even though you never typed them.

There’s the scent of citrus and burning bay on your sheets despite falling asleep under the streetlights coming through your window alone.

There’s the memories of the past, of a life filled with marble walls and the heat of the Mediterranean, of medical secrets and shoving gold under the straw of your mattress and swallowing honeycomb – wax and all – as the High Priestess passes by wondering where the honey offerings have gone because He doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth and He simply put the golden thing in your hand. Dancing until your ankles hurt and you wrists bruise because He pulled you into the temple’s garden to dance for Him alone. Feeling His touch searing you, claiming you, as you cry in fear of others and joy of Him.

And He strikes a deal with Haides just to know which body your soul will end up in next.

How do you say ‘no’ to a God?

You don’t. He’s already decided you’re His. Forever.