TAKE ME TO CHURCH
12-09-2014, 07:44 PM
They are one in the same. Yin and yang, night and morning. Medusa could hardly imagine living without her sun, just as she cannot imagine her sun living without her. They are so wound together in a way nobody can understand, loyal in the only way that matters. Perhaps their bodies might betray one another in the way monogamy typically demands, but their souls are truly loyal. Chained like sun and moon, forever in sync and in cycle.
They are the queens of one another’s hearts, the rulers of the most important kingdom. Once Medusa had dreamed of manipulating Jupiter, of bringing her beneath her control. Perhaps she had achieved that, but in doing so she had also sold herself. She is a tool just as Jupiter is; except, they aren’t tools at all. They are carbon dioxide and oxygen, forever in balance and cycle with one another.
She seeks to slide herself alongside her love slowly, a warmth that is forever appreciated, forever yearned for. ”What a boring place this is,” she comments to her vixen, before seeking to clamp a soft nibble upon her soul’s ruddy ear, wishing to tease her as they are used to.