We are so very different. If only I knew how unafraid he was of them. A WHOLE pack of them and he didn't care, despite what he told me, what I believed. Each poisoned drop of his voice sinks deeper into my veins, circulating through my bloodstream and turning my thoughts towards him. His goals and his life. I was a weak willed creature trying to be strong. It was a constant battle and I felt a sort of pride to be sitting here with this stranger learning all these secrets. As if I was special and Zeus made me feel that way, like my words meant something. I had always craved the approval of my father or my brothers and I had never once gotten it - not a damn thank you for dinner or for lining their dens with pelts, grass, and feathers. That Zeus looks at me like I said something amazing, it makes me shine, makes my pained chest ease some in his presence because if he liked me then he wouldn't hurt me and I wasn't about to let anyone hurt him.
Maybe I can be brave for someone else.
I grow with his words, puffing up unintentionally as he apologizes because no one has EVER apologized to me. I mean something and that... maybe that is what draws me ever into the world of Zeus.