229 - A God, Curious

Lin

Somehow, I had the energy to begin assembling a new subliminal today.

My heart feels so happy, knowing that I'm capable of making them again.

Though I did hit a few audio snags, which I'll need to go over.

I'll figure it out.

Besides that, today has been quite peaceful.

Although the guy I almost jumped on visited again. I was much more composed today, though, given the lack of coffee.

Frankly, I'm unsure about tomorrow.

Here's hoping that I get there and back, with or without assistance.

We're going to Le Musée des Beaux-Arts de Brest today.

Usually, at this time, they'd be closed - but they have a maritime event on tonight, leaving the entire gallery open to a select few with passes, which we have.

Plus...

It's just us tonight.

Terrence knows full well that I tend to go to entertainment spots on my own, as I like to be able to appreciate what I'm seeing without social expectations.

Yet he is my husband, so said social expectations fly out of the window. He knows me well enough to know that I'll definitely be paying him attention tonight anyway...

Of course. It's a date.

Speaking of Terrence, he currently has his arms wrapped around my shoulders.

Ready, lovely?

Ya!

Pulling on my boots, I smile.

How do I look?

Terrence mirrors my expression.

Gorgeous. 

Holding Belenos' front door open, he motions for me to go ahead.

After you, m'amoûr.

Giddy with both excitement and love, I skip out, looking forward to our night.

********

Terrence

As the museum isn't far, we opt to walk through Brest. Lin's face is an absolute picture of wonder, and I can't help but smile. 

Gods, you're adorable.

They giggle, playfully shoving my shoulder.

And you're wonderful.

I smirk.

You got me there.

Ya, we're even.

I cackle.

You really are something else, ma gwreg...

As I say this, we approach the museum entrance, and show our passes to security, who let us into the illuminated hallway. 

It's a rather posh gathering, a tad more posh than expected, and I sense Lin's slight awkwardness, as their alternative style, especially tattoos, wouldn't usually meet friendly faces in this kind of environment. 

I take a gentle hold of their arm, and they nod, reciprocating. Surprisingly, we receive a warm welcome - no sneers at either of our clothes, just slight perplexity.

We are ushered in, and find ourselves in the 16th - 18th centuries section, which I sense Lin really likes, for the portrayals of Greek mythos. They point to one, and grin.

You remember the Odyssey, right? And how they tried to accuse Circe of seducing Odysseus?

I nod. The painting we're looking at, I realise, is Angelica Kauffmann's Circe Seducing Ulysses.

He threatened her.

They nod.

It's funny, isn't it? They call us witches, like it's a bad thing, yet they also want to fuck us into oblivion. Those of us who present as femme can never satisfy those kinds of men.

You deserved better.

The gallery is empty now, leaving us as the only people in this section. Taking their face in my hands, before I inevitably kiss them, I make sure to remind them.

And you deserve better now. You always will.

We're in the perfect spot - right next to Jean-Baptiste Regnault's Jupiter et Io, yet another romance forbidden by world's tyranny. The kiss overpowers me, and I feel Lin smile into my lips, before gently breaking off, staring into my eyes with a joy and love that I haven't seen in a long time.

I won't be scared to let that fucker drown.

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