my darling, tell me did you think your dismissal of my devotion would create the landslide of consciousness that would sweep me under? did you honestly think, my endearing Peitho that i would stumble? like a drunk lost in memories of the past drowning in the waters of murky dreams and empty promises clawing and clammering to the foot of your obsidian base to ask for tuppenece of your abject admiration
did you think i uttered 'too soon' under my breath when you walked through the doors in a Kermes gown to be the muse to all beckoning the second movement of a symphony drawing your audience in that such suitors could claim you with mere words before unleashing your cacophony of destruction like you did for Cassandra
while you may have, incarnadine Peitho the adoration of all those that caught the taste of crimson across their tongue when their drunken hands where so foundly engraved by your obsdian base marred beyond admiration knows what your persuasion tastes like
fun facts: - the colour crimson is named for Kermes dye (through using Kermes vermilio insects) which also is where we get vermilion.
- Peitho was the greek goddes who personified persuasion.