ladies who should be playing mythical head bitches in charge | IMOGEN POOTS as PSYCHE, the girl who had stolen worship from aphrodite, whose beauty made eros himself taste the bite of his own arrows, who performed three daunting tasks to regain her lover.

You are not meant for mortal men, her parents had told her when they abandoned her on a lonely outcrop of rock. Your beauty is too great; it is a thing for the gods, and the gods only. Her bridegroom presses kisses against the hollow at the base of her throat, against the line of her jaw, and she has to wonder, then, how she can be touched, when men and oracles tell her that she is a whirling pillar; a paragon; a marble statue that must not be touched, for fear that human warmth mars her. When her candle illuminates love himself, when it casts a golden glow over the face of her immortal lover, she feels a weight settle inside her, whispering yes, yes of course. When Aphrodite tells her, “three tasks you must perform, three tasks you must survive,” she only smiles. I was not meant for mortality, she thinks but does not say, and lifts her chin. Do your worst.

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