nang kumanta ang mga babaylan (Philippine Mythology Meme: 1/?) - Diyan Masalanta, Goddess of Love
She stands on edges, watches, like a wraith. She is a vision, a ghostly mirage with dark hair, in a dirty white dress, and an expression you would follow if you weren’t so afraid. She is a height, she is a depth - the goddess of love is more than a stack of bones and she is lovely, a whisper, a breath. She is a kiss, she is a bruise - the goddess of love is always here, but never there. She loves too much to not afford a lesser passion.
Her name is in a language you do not know, because it is hers, it is theirs. You don’t understand, won’t ever, and so you are suspended on unholy ground, never knowing, ever apprehensive, a victim of a savior who damns. She is beautiful in the ways they are, with dark eyes, and dark hair, and a darkness that you don’t see because it frightens you. Maybe this is why you are a champion of desire, and a slave to love - because to you, it is terrifying. To you, she is the most terrifying of all.