#a disturbingly young love interest. I'm trying to enjoy themes and narratives here

[cantarella]

people tagging this as slash not only don't get in any way the "coming of age" themes this whole nation is about and that relate to these two's entire dynamic and arcs thus making you fundamentally misunderstand their characters but also have shit taste. like so fucking bad. hope this helps

imagine you have to pretend for centuries to be something you're not, pretend to be a god, thousands of lives depend on nobody finding out, and bc you were never taught how to be an adult or how to conduct yourself like a leader and guide a nation you rely somewhat heavily on this guy bc he's clearly more competent at it than you, who barely knows how to talk to others like someone in your position should

distantly you know he's isolated and lonely just like you, but you can't tell him that you understand bc you can't reveal yourself to anyone or it'll all fall apart. distantly you know you could help each other, that he could make this more bearable for you if only bc he would Know, but you can't bc he can't know and bc he can't know he thinks you're one of the deities he resents and you think he might even hate you

and maybe you started to resent him a bit too bc back then he couldn't see through you as he didn't know enough about humans nor gods, but he's catching up and it makes all this even harder since he's known you for so long. you can't tell him but you still rely on him bc you're out of your depth in this position you've been given without guidance, and you don't know if you can handle it alone, he's always been there after all. even if he might hate you and you resent him but not really and he can't know he's still there

and when it's all over and you can let go you run as fast as you can bc the memories hurt too much, you can't stay there you need to leave. and you think he's probably relieved you're finally out of his way, an eyesore reminding him of what his kind has lost, of the hubris of the gods he hates, and who couldn't even be useful half the time. not knowing he's just glad you're finally free