there is no way the PROTECTOR OF THE YOUNG would do what leto did to niobe, so this is my alternative retelling, feat. zeus being a major dick, which, honestly, is very in character.
O Leto, do you remember?
Do you remember our youth?
Our girlish laughter down by the river
and in the fields
and on the ships of my father,
do you remember?
Do you remember
our sweet declarations of love,
our hands clasped tight?
O Leto, my most beloved,
do you remember these things?
I fear they have been forgotten in favor of bitterness and jealousy.
What has become of us, my dearest heart?
What has become of the love that burned between us?
O Leto, I weep for us,
I weep for these things that have been forgotten.
i shouldn't be doing this but sappho inspired me
i decided to begin with a poem bc sappho, but most of this will be prose probably