Hermès walked back into the bar, sneaking to the back and slipping in through the wall to the arena.Walking through the door and into the hallway, he tracked back to where he had met her a couple of minutes ago.She was nowhere to be found, Hermis looked around the hallway, deciding to check the dome of the closed doors.He was on his third door when he found her sitting at the far end of what could be a study.She was curled up in fetal style, with a glass of whiskey in hand.“Artemis?” He called in a bid to get her attention, she had a faraway look in her eyes and seemed to be deep in her thoughts.“I want to be left alone,” came her weak reply, " close the door behind you.”“Artemis, are you okay?” He asked concerned.“Do I look okay?” She asked back, shooting him a deadly glare.“No, you don't?” Hermit answered, sitting on the side table beside her chair.“What's wrong with Artemis?” He asked again, his heart clenching in his chest at what he knew was the answer.“Nothing Hermis,
Ares leaned into her. He didn't expect her response. He planned to enjoy every bit of it. He felt his head spinning, that was the effect she had on him. He had wanted to kiss her since the first time they met.He took in her scent, a mix of mint and lavender, it made him want her more. Desire filled his eyes, he could almost devour her with it. She lightly bit her lips, something she was fond of doing when she was nervous.He placed his hands softly on the side of her jaw and took her lips.He was gentle. He was soft. He was perfect. Gently, he nudged his tongue between her lips, deepening the kiss. His hands were now on her waist, pulling her closer. He wanted all of her. He pulled away briefly for them to catch their breath. He looked at her, reading her expression for a minute. Taking him by surprise, she located his face and started kissing him. This time he let her take over, hoping a whiff of memory would come to her. She straddled him, continuing the kiss. She wanted him as
“Thank you, Marilyn” Vera said, grateful that the woman trusted her.Vera had always thought Marilyn was too good for Anderson, but she had never had the guts to voice out that thought.Something had always looked off about their marriage, Vera could perceive it, try as they may to hide it.Marilyn and Anderson were what people would call a celebrity couple, always at an event grinning at each other from ear to ear and holding hands like letting go would be hurt.But she knew these things a little too much for her in good. She had found it interesting that a good percentage of the community of elite couples was on this too. Her parents, including, her father, God rest his soul before his death, wasn't the best, but he was and would always be her father.She remembered vividly when she was grown enough to understand what her father was doing.While he wasn't physically abusive was emotionally and verbally abusive, the first time she had witnesses, it was when her mother was working as
The sound of a soft lullaby woke her from her somewhat troubled sleep.She had been having unsettling dreams, she wouldn't admit they were nightmares. Just a certain feeling of uncertainty, like she was being warned about something from the past. Or something that was coming in the future.The nearest future, probably.She still dreaded the just-ended war. It was gruesome. Deciding not to start her day with that thought, she jumped out of bed to get ready for her daily meditation. It was the fuel that kept her day smooth and running. That made her feel light and happy.The only thing that was still keeping her in one piece.She brushed her teeth, made a smoothie, and put her hair in a bun. “Alexa play meditation playlist,” she said, laying her mat down.“Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.Find balance. Now, breathe.Let it out, the negativity, the bad thoughts, the stress.Release everything.”She exhaled as the medication voice ended.Now it was going to be a good
“She's somewhere in the back, she should be here soon,” Hermès said, looking away from him.As much as it wasn't Ivan's fault, which Hermès was very much aware of, he couldn't help but feel some kind of dislike towards Ivan.The man had unconsciously, without his knowledge, made Artemis fall in love with him and Hermès had seen the look in her eyes when she said she didn't want him.She was serious and seemed so sure about it, so much he knew he did not stand a chance against what she felt for Ivan.As if on cue, Artemis walked in from the back, her eyes searching for them.Hermès met her gaze and held it for a second, silently pleading with her to see him, to notice him.But Artemis' gaze let his, traveling to Ivan, whose back was to her, he saw the look of adoration that crossed her eyes and his heart bled even more.The longing in her eyes was hard to miss, anyone with eyes would see how much she wanted him, anyone but Ivan himself.Her eyes slowly stared at the back of his head, d
“Hera, Hera, Hera, Hera, Hera,....” Ares heard her more clearly as he moved closer to her. Panic is written all over his face. Was his worst fear coming true?Was her brain only picking up bits of the war?Why didn't she remember their love before the war?Was it not strong enough?Why was her brain choosing to punish him?“Hey hey, I'm here. What's going on? What did you see?” He asked concerned as he drew her to his chest, trying to calm her down.Tears started streaming down her face as she started sobbing.“Did you know her?” She raised her head as she asked, her eyes sore from sobbing.Afraid of what to answer, he rested her head back on his chest and rocked her, hopefully, to sleep while he contemplated on how to answer her.“Why do I remember the death of someone I didn't know?” She asked him again, this time she didn't look up.He was fighting off his tears too. He was afraid she'd feel it.“Don't worry, we'll make sense of it. You need to rest now.” He assured them while tryi
It had been exactly 48 hours since Mr. Anderson’s threat, and Vera had yet to receive any summon from the court. She has spent the past 48 hours being paranoid, checking her emails and her mailbox when she got back from work.Calling Marilyn to inquire why had crossed her mind, but she hoped Mr. Anderson had changed his mind, that would be of utmost benefit to both of them.On her part, there would be no scandal of any sort, and on his part, he has his peace and avoids the trolls that her supporters will throw at him.But it was Saturday, and the last thing Vera wanted was to have her mind occupied by thoughts and worries about a man who didn’t seem like he could keep his word.The thought that maybe she was just being overly paranoid crossed her mind, but she pushed it aside, perhaps Ivan was right. He mostly was, on several occasions, she could recount. Ivan, she thought. They hadn’t spoken since the last time he dropped her off, she had thought to call him, but he owed her and Ha
Mother Isis walked into her office, to say she was tired was an understatement. She adored her job, but she didn’t quite like the stress that cameAs a professor.Her love for science and literature has fueled her these past few years, bringing her to where she is currently.Being a professor had opened her eyes and mind to the possibility of peace and togetherness, she had spent the last five years teaching younger generations the truth she had found.She had barely sat when a knock sounded on her door, she wanted to rest. Standing for two hours wasn’t excellent for her aging body, and just when she thought she could have a break, someone was at the door to disrupt the quiet time she had planned for herself.“Come in,” she said, taking her glasses off and settling deeper into the chair.“Professor Hudson?” Of course, it was Mary, she always had this thing where she made Isis do a little after-class explanation for her.“Mary, I told you” Mother Isis whined, “ask your questions in cla