and when i breathed
my breath was lightning
For a moment, she understands what her parents have felt for so many years. Whatever love exists between Kratos and herself is different from the kind of love her parents share. Theirs is pure and beautiful and endless. Even in death, they stay together as they had in life, two parts of one whole. Kratos and Rhy are each very much their own whole. They are more like a sunrise and a sunset. They exist together and in opposition of one another. They are made better by the presence of the other. Together, they are more powerful. Together, they push the other to be better than ever dreamed of when they go their separate ways.
But in that moment, with his neck draped over her, his nose brushing against her flesh, she knows what her parents must feel like. Even if only briefly.
He doesn’t speak until she does, breaking the moment. But they are not known for quiet, peaceful moments. They are both fire and brimstone, in the end. She laughs as he replies. “If you wanted a mare that listened to the wishes of a man, you shouldn’t have picked an Amazonian.” She grins at him as a prick of lightning tickles his side. Nothing painful, just making a point. For them, it was just like the bump on her nose.
He switches gears to his father, and his mother. Her smiles changes a bit, less playful, but still genuine. “He did, actually.” Kratos was the only reason Vanquish saved Rhy, after all. The titan had no vested interest in her other than via his son. “He said I should push you to be better. To be a King, in fact. Because as we all know, behind every great is a better woman.” She laughs, playful again, before sobering. “I didn’t see your mother, though that doesn’t mean she wasn’t there. We can go, if you want. I can take you there.” Because of course, Rhy isn’t entirely alive anymore.
rhy
the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle
