Love Hate Lust
Lord Agisthos smiled at her, warm, gentle, superficial. A pretense. No suitors actually wanted to marry Psyche, and this she knew and accepted with bitter dying hope.
Agisthos had come like many others to view the beauty , the image, admire the white skin, the soft flesh, the beautifully carved bones. Her amethyst eyes, midnight hair and porcelain skin. Her radiant, lustrious etheral glow. Everything that was on the outside and nothing, not a single glance at what Psyche really was.
She stopped bitterly in thier walk.
"Princess Psyche?" He questioned, treating her as if a fragile flower, easily squashed beneath sandaled feet. Psyche dreams of stomping on his feet, killing his toes, and slapping his face till he woke from the vision, she had put him in. She was not a fragile, dream brought into creation. She was real, live, mortal. And though no foot could smash her petals, a reality that wasn't real, full of false emotions could easily break her stem.
She bows slightly, "My lord, I am not feeling well, perhaps we can continue this another day?"
"Of course!" He replies fervently, reverently, respectfully, but never could she dare to hope, lovingly.
"Of course," She repeats softly, "Thank you for your kindness, my lord."
Her feet pads away, gracefully at first, her presence slowly fading from his sight like dawn breaking over a dream. And when she knew he could no longer see her, she ran as fast as she could, far away from a love more of lust than care, that it hurt more than hate.
---
Ever since that day, he had kissed her, the beautful youth had not come to her again.
There wasn't really much else to say.
Psyche wasn't indifferent to the feeling of a pain filled soul. She had believed, foolishly, that he might have been the one.
But, and her heart froze a little more here, men were all alike. Beauty to them was worth more than anything she could have inside. The youth had probably taken what he wanted, her virgin kiss, and left to gloat to other men.
It could almost be funny, her life, in an ironic sort of way.
Only Psyche didn't think she could laugh, only smile her broken smile.
Painfully radiant.
---
The event that had put resolve into his resolution was her smile.
It couldn't go on any longer and this he knew. He couldn't watch her suffer in the pain of her world. A world so full of lies and lust, he was sure, it was corroding her soul from the inside.
He also couldn't wait for his mother to find out he hadn't done his job.
Or that he had fallen, impulsively, in love with his supposed victim.
Or in lust at the least.
But whatever he was in, he knew only one thing for sure.
He couldn't watch her suffer, or smile that heartbreaking smile.
---
Psyche's father paced.
Another rich, honorable suitor has left. Without his daughter.
He didn't undertand.
His daughter was.. beyond words. Yet every suitor left her.
He didn't want an old spinster on his hands.
What to do?
What was a father to do?
...
Speak to Oracle.
...A/N: Finally! The third chapter. You all probably thought I died or something..hahaha. Geez. I liked this chapter, I thought things were FINALLY moving along.
Lord Agisthos smiled at her, warm, gentle, superficial. A pretense. No suitors actually wanted to marry Psyche, and this she knew and accepted with bitter dying hope.
Agisthos had come like many others to view the beauty , the image, admire the white skin, the soft flesh, the beautifully carved bones. Her amethyst eyes, midnight hair and porcelain skin. Her radiant, lustrious etheral glow. Everything that was on the outside and nothing, not a single glance at what Psyche really was.
She stopped bitterly in thier walk.
"Princess Psyche?" He questioned, treating her as if a fragile flower, easily squashed beneath sandaled feet. Psyche dreams of stomping on his feet, killing his toes, and slapping his face till he woke from the vision, she had put him in. She was not a fragile, dream brought into creation. She was real, live, mortal. And though no foot could smash her petals, a reality that wasn't real, full of false emotions could easily break her stem.
She bows slightly, "My lord, I am not feeling well, perhaps we can continue this another day?"
"Of course!" He replies fervently, reverently, respectfully, but never could she dare to hope, lovingly.
"Of course," She repeats softly, "Thank you for your kindness, my lord."
Her feet pads away, gracefully at first, her presence slowly fading from his sight like dawn breaking over a dream. And when she knew he could no longer see her, she ran as fast as she could, far away from a love more of lust than care, that it hurt more than hate.
---
Ever since that day, he had kissed her, the beautful youth had not come to her again.
There wasn't really much else to say.
Psyche wasn't indifferent to the feeling of a pain filled soul. She had believed, foolishly, that he might have been the one.
But, and her heart froze a little more here, men were all alike. Beauty to them was worth more than anything she could have inside. The youth had probably taken what he wanted, her virgin kiss, and left to gloat to other men.
It could almost be funny, her life, in an ironic sort of way.
Only Psyche didn't think she could laugh, only smile her broken smile.
Painfully radiant.
---
The event that had put resolve into his resolution was her smile.
It couldn't go on any longer and this he knew. He couldn't watch her suffer in the pain of her world. A world so full of lies and lust, he was sure, it was corroding her soul from the inside.
He also couldn't wait for his mother to find out he hadn't done his job.
Or that he had fallen, impulsively, in love with his supposed victim.
Or in lust at the least.
But whatever he was in, he knew only one thing for sure.
He couldn't watch her suffer, or smile that heartbreaking smile.
---
Psyche's father paced.
Another rich, honorable suitor has left. Without his daughter.
He didn't undertand.
His daughter was.. beyond words. Yet every suitor left her.
He didn't want an old spinster on his hands.
What to do?
What was a father to do?
...
Speak to Oracle.
...A/N: Finally! The third chapter. You all probably thought I died or something..hahaha. Geez. I liked this chapter, I thought things were FINALLY moving along.