Jealousy.

"I'm… jealous of you."

The goddess was staring into the mesmerizing flames of the fire they set up for themselves. Hearing this, the blonde raised his head, neither too fast nor too slow, to look into her face. His gaze consisted of the same endless pools of calm, solid blackness, but she always likened them to the blacks of the earth. Dull fulgurites, those dark rocks struck by lightning, when calm; shining sheets of obsidian when full of fire; the black of the deepest sands when deadly.

He was silent, allowing her to continue when she was ready. It was a familiar scene, one that he found himself in too many times if he was being truthful, but he could no longer muster the will to stop this – whatever this was – anymore.

To his surprise, and she always seemed to surprise him, her Aegean blue eyes glossed over with unshed tears and her frail arms quaked gently as she clasped her hands in her lap.

Something in his chest lurched when she looked up and met his gaze with a smile of all things, isn't she sad?

"You demons can live so freely."