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You don't like me but you love me, either way you're wrong.

Title: You do not like me But you love me Either way you're wrong.
Author: zoedriver
Fandom: Theodosia (Greek Mythology) ♥
Characters: Zeus & Ganymede
Warning: Slashina Au, and essentially, as required todosiana tradition!
Word Count: 1030
Quote: "You do not like me But you love me Either way you're wrong"
Figure Rhetoric: Polisindeto
Word: Crystal
Note: For notes, I refer you to 'Last post by sleepo_galz . In short, if you're wondering "Why '?" There you can find an answer (or so)! ♥

And so ended up staring at the spot where the sand and became nothing, it becomes? What?
And then looked at him and his little arms wrapped around the small body and wondered how he could have this crazy little thing, more or less of its creation - which ironically was the same dizzy thinking about it, and if possible would blamed alcohol or lack of sleep, but we had really thought about it, reaching the corner of self-consciousness that made him doubt everything and made him doubt that he is alive, crazy, lonely. - She could give birth to something so much. Ganymede
And while chewing something, his shirt wrinkled sand which fills the morning or evening in the folds like a statue and a drapery of old times, and when he looks at the bottom all with her crystal eyes and loves and hates everything and loves and hates anything and Zeus is convinced and persuaded, almost certainly, certainly could be, but does not want to not feel like it would be boring and predictable and too much even for him - is to be remembered as different from others, it's like at the end wins, wins wins, against all reasonable doubt has the better, as it should do over there at their own level with their own rules & ndash it would be really boring sure, but what I believe is that it has nothing inside, nothing at all and that the first impression, that of the statue with her eyes and drapery glass, was the best first impression you've ever had to a god on earth, now and forever forever and ever, Amen.
With the sand in your hair and the sand and the sun in his eyes, eyes and throat and straight into his eyes beautiful, amber color.
Ganymede hands him something that takes hold in your hand to prevent the wind and the sand and the ruin seems to say with that voice as a teenager, says
"You want some? 'Zeus and could answer no, that is all that's left of his unearthly purity, that the gods are bare and devoid of this stigma, and that eating is not in the Aristotelian category of its possibilities. But smiles.

He thought too many things together, all things together in the world and could not do unless they come up with the most empty, because it sounded sweeter.
"This is just what you are and nothing else. Not that, you know, not that there are people who can explain what is in two or three words "Zeus
hesitate. Knock down a sip of water. The cafeteria is empty because they are six in the morning. And 'that's what they always do when you tell the truth? This is not.
"What?" Ganymede needs attention like a puppy sociopath. Requires responding to a question that has no place. He had never known anyone that. And he had never met anyone who could stay up all night walking and fuck and feel, and then being told what he had heard he had drunk his coffee, after smoking a cigarette.
And we had never thought about it, but it was true, and everything was, it was. Summarized.
"Nothing, nien - I wondered. How old are you. "Zeus feels as if it had lost its shine. Humanly tired and limited to a number of thoughts obvious and predictable reactions, which has never been. Ganymede smiles, the eyes of crystal, and supports the cup on the table, sticky and sloppy diner.
"That is a problem for you?" Zeus smiled, and damn you and ask how we can be happy and upset.
"You're just like a fish, you're not?" She asks, pierced by two blades of golden glass, Ganymede and yet the torture, the torture again, nothing personal, and sometimes it's really hard being right.
"I'd like to be like me?"
Ganymede smiles. For the first time it looks sweet, as if he had something hidden and often not understood is that, it says Zeus.
Quell'inetto his own son would not need to miss this informative found, the late father of the boy in love with a perfect crystal and gold, the boy unable to love.
"Do not go away. It becomes like - "It's
would really wonder who has in mind is that if you really want or care if it was not omnipotent, or if he did not care at all and he wants to ruin the surprise.
and Ganymede looks and it's like do not watch those eyes, crystal eyes, and is not responsible and has no reaction and all the things in this world no one has ever behaved in this way, anyone who knew or who do not know, he was able to recognize whether its authority and the rest. And what made him mad.
"You do not like you at all," he murmurs, his lips with the cup with that expression of naive arrogance mixed with ignorance mixed with courage mixed with a vacuum.
"Do not you like me, but I adore. You can not help it. You love me just as you love the sun and the rain makes you sad, you love sweet things and not love and so on. It is genetic. It's the way things are going, and that's it. What can you do. Will you come with me? "
Sure, sure, the fact is that - that things did not go exactly like that, and now while shaking the hand of Zeus crystal eyes gold in the palm, and the child does not understand, understands nothing, now that things have a shape, a different fragrance until it no longer even things, nor anything and now that is not who asked the question that is really asking, and this is the only way possible, the unique force of the supreme and omniscient, the father, to do anything. The only way we can. Asking.

"It's not that I left behind, right? I think - I love you. I love you, love you. "