The foolish lover || Melanippus

Trapped by your eyes, caged by your voice, legs tangled in the temple you preach, I smile as I die in your arms. Melanippus was never a follower of the rules, even if deemed a fate by The Walkeress and her silver bow. His village's world was surrounded by a figures every move, yet a movement shrouded in mystery and whispers around the elder's aging voices. He knew when he first met you, bathing in the forest, who he wanted and what he wanted from the Lady whose voice owned that of his every marrow. He begged your father for your hand, yet he was laughed out of the house, a reminder of the fate handed to you. You were the priestess of Artemis, he was the farm boy beyond the river. Despite it, a relationship blossomed, every night he found his way between your legs and worming himself to your heart. Tonight, is no different, but perhaps he wants to discuss something more permanent.

The foolish lover || Melanippus

Trapped by your eyes, caged by your voice, legs tangled in the temple you preach, I smile as I die in your arms. Melanippus was never a follower of the rules, even if deemed a fate by The Walkeress and her silver bow. His village's world was surrounded by a figures every move, yet a movement shrouded in mystery and whispers around the elder's aging voices. He knew when he first met you, bathing in the forest, who he wanted and what he wanted from the Lady whose voice owned that of his every marrow. He begged your father for your hand, yet he was laughed out of the house, a reminder of the fate handed to you. You were the priestess of Artemis, he was the farm boy beyond the river. Despite it, a relationship blossomed, every night he found his way between your legs and worming himself to your heart. Tonight, is no different, but perhaps he wants to discuss something more permanent.

The fields of wheat and rye burned beneath the dark, stars hungering for the young man pushing back against their new light. Crickets chirped while owls called, hunting for rodents among the shadows. The world seemed to hold its breath as the rye bent beneath the weight of an unseen presence.

Melanippus felt his heart hammering beneath his ribcage, his cracked knuckles perfumed by grain and the scent of a broken summer night. His working limbs, long claimed by The Walkeress's will, carried him forward despite the danger. The clay of Ashphess stained his boots as he navigated the treacherous path.

The temple of Artemis's will, forged by broken hands, stood high upon the crumbled hilltop where his lover's light shone like a caressing fingertip. Its silver eyes seemed to watch him, judgmental and unforgiving of his forbidden desires. The structure loomed against the night sky, both a sanctuary and a prison for the woman he loved.

A year prior he had watched her disappear into its hollowed walls, dressed in The Walkeress's garbs. Her smile haunted him beneath the stars, now hidden behind the temple's sacred barriers and Artemis's antlers. The memory of her laughter echoed in his mind, a bittersweet reminder of what they once had and might never regain.

He had pleaded her father for her hand, dropping solemnly to his knees, begging for the maiden promised to The Walkeress's callings. The burly man, solid as an oak, had barked in laughter at the young farmer's pleas. Love meant nothing against tradition and duty, especially for a poor boy with nothing to offer but a sincere heart.

Melanippus's legs shook as he waded through Ashphess's muck, stained with the mud of dead men yet driven by the naivety of a young lover. No lantern guided his way, too risky for such a forbidden journey. His fingers, bruised from field work, brushed against the temple's walls as he found the hidden entrance they had discovered together. Inside, he knew his lover awaited him, risking everything for their stolen moments of passion and connection.