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in Nyx’s realm?
It was his scythe
that gave him away.
Her favourite son.
Thanatos,
the God of Peaceful
Death and Endings.
Our Eyes Met
And recognition seized us both.
He was older now,
his face had grown more defined.
He no longer had the boyish youth
I had seen in him.
His cheekbones sat high
and though his hair was shorn,
it only did more to emphasize
his finely cut features
that seemed tenderly carved
from the loving hands
of an ancient being.
He was beautiful in a way
I had never seen before
and I felt the pull again.
Closer to the throne,
I realized his tired eyes
were rich with promise,
and a soft charcoal
the shades of grey of a storm.
I saw his lips upturn slightly
as I approached the throne,
