#Prometheus hades game

[someweirdoreblogger]

So small, you are tiny in all the ways that matter. Titans dwarf humans in sheer size alone. The smallest things hold up to the largest building blocks of Mother Gaia. To Prometheus, you are more and evermore still.

A mere human, the loviest apple of Prometheus's eye, tempting the hungry blaze whilst lost in the range of total combustion.

You are love; You are all, everything Prometheus vowed, oathed to Primordial Chaos to dutifully protect. He will gladly perish thousands upon thousands of reckless deaths first, before ever allowing the cruel gaze of the Greek pantheon land on you even just for a second.

Prometheus's fury, his inevitable vengeance is bane for Gods, but is forever soft as cotton for mortalkind. Quite wry to touch you at first, however solely for you, he will shamelessly show his soul.

Your beloved Titan knows how to be nothing else but purely honest, Prometheus's spirit is a sincere, forward sort; his ablessed Foresight won't allow contrary. In this secure bundle of soothing warmth and prying digits, Prometheus handles you as if you will slip through his divine grasp like glass. One simple mistake, then you will slide off him like oil and water, diligently escape through the slightest crack between his thick digits like mere grains of sand.

This monster of a Titan, a great champion of Chronos, opens himself before you, in truth. His hands shadow your figure, an ant compared to him in size alone, not that either of you mind in the least. The hands of Prometheus welcome you aboard him, so mindful; stiff and proud as the mountains themselves. In the independent solitude of their embrace, coated in the natural heat that pridefully radiates off your dearest Titan in passionate droves-

Where else could you possibly feel safer?

It's so rare to see The Titan of Foresight truly off his guard. Contentment is strange for someone like him, that cresent smile rivials Selene's curling wane, it could easily melt diamonds.

It's almost easy to pretend Lady Nyx's cosmic mane of endless nightfall above never even existed, the threatening haze of Zeus's ecstatic plunder overhead, swallowing the glimmering eyes of her precious stars; your Titan of all nature's beings should know this enthralling peace can never be eternal, not that he'd be so cruel as to spoil the moment.

Prometheus buckles the knee, and he turns vulnerable for you alone, regardless of how your human fellows promise seldom the Titan's natural intimidating presence. All they notice is his blazing shadow looming their houses. What you see is your lover building a wall between humans and the predators outside.

The legendary Titans are forces to be reckoned with, borne powers beyond feeble understanding. True terrors amongst the Gods they once 'fathered', a living pressure within themselves, Prometheus does not bother with bliss in ignorance. He doesn't ever try to hide what he does, what he can do. There's no denying who he is, in that he covets. He kindly appreciates those who see past appearances and approaches no vulgar.

Perhaps that's why you trust your weaker self in his care so much, Prometheus couldn't die to imagine any scenario where his beloved would earn his strife and ire, let alone hatred. The future is but a spreadsheet to The Foresight. He can only spare so much with so many differing possibilities at one time, not that it matters much in the now.

Tiny fingers contrast his tough flesh, your touch, how heavy such a privilege is in his world; soft strokes, delicate trailing, across the patient journey between the invisible line that connects chin to bottom lip. A subtle timid curiosity foreign to himself, muscles worn in tan from war and toned like rust in immeasurable warmth and moist salt.

Prometheus thought he prepared enough for this when he forsaw it; In his Foresight, within the fickle daze of his dreams, once in a blue moon. He sunk deep, indulged in those porcelain futures more times than he would like to admit. To selfishly soak in the accursed blessing of your humane swish and sway, you are beauty incarnate. It's hard to deny such pleasantries for himself when so freely gifted to him, expecting no reward in return.

Prometheus was always so gentle with humans, he needed to be. It's practically unheard of; that a human ever need be so tender with a Titan.

Silence never felt so loud. He finds that each time he reaches down he longs too not only see, but feel directly on his flesh your thoughts and emotions; Prometheus can’t honestly decide whether or neither he prefers your subtle heart-to-hearts or this forbidden peace found in the tranquility of your shared love and company.

It's pure torture, but Prometheus can't be broken, now can he?

Let it be both, you will assure him.

Let yourself have it.

And Prometheus, your Titan, your heart and soul, knows better than to question otherwise.

[subterra-rose]

[cathianemelian]

Any laborer of skill cares for their work

[kirkenovak]

Prometheus in all regular media and myth: the evil Eagle eats my liver every day 🥺🥺 poor me 🥺😭😭 what am I to do?? 😭🥺 Will anyone save me? 😢🥺

Prometheus Hadesgame: THE EAGLE NOW WORKS FOR ME

[kitsunico]

uhm

[freenos]

AU where instead of fist-fighting they just make pottery (their dynamic is otherwise unchanged).

[soranatus]

PROMETHEUS: Titan of Foresight • In HADES II

[wizardofwizz]

get a load of this guy!

[give-them-cakes]

i've been doing olympus runs and. gods this dialogue fucks hard.

this was his answer to melinoe's "has your imprisonment taught you nothing?"

im so gay and sad about this and i desire this man (titan) carnally

[nahobeanie]

Prometheus

[someweirdoreblogger]

Prometheus carries a burdensome primordial heat sealed in hot, immortal flesh.

As a great Titan, he is naturally menacing amongst weaker eyes, even in the presence of humans who don't bother to remember him anymore.

Prometheus makes it an obvious, respectful note to be mindful of whom he directly touches. When it comes to his beloved, he will never strip them of choice, regurdless of how small or insignificant. That is not his place-

-nor does Prometheus wish it to be.

Prometheus never approaches. He remains immoveable at the very edge of your gaze, a diligent blaze in the reflection of a mere man.

Not because you repell him or fear plagues him, but because he wants you to choose, come to him or look the other way; to willingly promise yourself, make a sound judgment bias to your feelings and not his.

Enact and experience. The future is at your feet, what your heart desires, if you wish to have The Titan of Foresight, go receive him; as much as waiting hurts, Titans have not but time.

He has a nasty habit of never giving himself enough credit where it's truly due. He is so incredibly tender and forthcoming when he first touches your hand, thoughtful of every confident stroke of skin.

Tracing the hidden tendons beneath, memorizing the patterns of skin and bone. His fingers are picture perfect, long and thick, his palm easily dwarfs yours in reflection, immortal muscles smoking hot to the mortal touch, smooth as steel.

[brdtds]

my eagle and i we’re tight

[supernova3space]

PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!

IT IS PROMETHEUS

[cathianemelian]

The Olympic Update just dropped and I have a new brainrot 🫣 Supergiant's work is phenomenal (and GOD the OST!!!)

[keebyz]

hi prometheus

[cookiekurimu]

A little warm-up with my faves ❤️

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