[P] of gods and monsters

[Antiope]

Antiope

In the end we cannot hide there
are other worlds than these

Antiope wonders what the life of a soldier is, who trains for war but never sees it. She wonders where else they find purpose, how else they perceive themselves achieving glory. She wonders how her life would have been different, if she hadn’t been born with battle in her bones. If, instead of being made for war she had been made to only expect war. Instead of killing, only taught to kill and never given the weapons or the means.

Perhaps she would not be here, finding her purpose in a castle as a Queen.

When Tenebrae asks what he can do for her, she finds herself considering him once again, for a long moment. The way his shadows float and seek, and crawl about his skin. A half-smile curls up the corner of her lips as she turns half away from him.

“Make yourself comfortable, please,” she pours hot water into two cups of tea from a kettle that had been brought into the room before Tenebrae and his brothers had arrived. “Have a drink, and let me tell you about my vision for Denocte,” her voice is low, and soft, as though she is about to tell a story, and her eyes far away. She shares her hopes—until her tea cools, and the light filtering through the window is no longer deep and purple but soft and silver. She shares her dreams.

"Speaking."

@Tenebrae closing this, as of recent events

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