By legend, scorpio was an assassin, hired to kill Odin, and right the injustice that he deserved. On the other hand, Venus is the planet of love. Those born with a scorpio Venus doesn’t experience love as straightforwardly and naturally as most others and is considered to be in at a disadvantageous position.

How does an assassin experience love? I am always sharpening and preparing my weapons, searching for my target, picking up the clues left by him. I need to know his limits, his weaknesses. What are the boundaries of love, what are the truths that are unbreakable? Does love end with lies, betrayal, abuse, death, neglect? I have trouble understanding its boundless nature. How can something infinite exist in a finite world? In a world with war, crime, and other things that torture me from the inside out.

I am smart and strong and cunning. I can learn the rules of any game and win. But this game takes me to unfamiliar territory. There is a point with no rules, no winning or losing, only surrender, I am told by those who are wiser than me. What is surrender to a warrior?

I was born to kill, but would die for love. The only definition of love that can possibly be true is that you’d be willing to die for someone. And I know this not because it makes sense through logic but because I have lived it.

I live it always, it stays alive in my heart. The danger and sacrifice and courage and loss and devastation and curse of knowing that the thing I live for is the only thing that will kill me. When I say I love you I mean that I would die for you, that I have overcome my fear of dying.

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