Ganymede chapter 1
Adam’s POV
“Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?"
No…but…
“Close your eyes and trust it, just trust it…”
I sighed and closed my eyes…Yeah, maybe I will, soon…
“Have you ever thrown a fistful of glitter in the air?”
The raven haired faerie, who was singing and playing the piano, looked up at me, and smiled. She knew… Yeah, of course, this was my job…(No, I am not a phsyc, I just don’t go around throwing glitter in the air. But when I take out a fistful of glitter from the bag made my the careful cravings of the earth pixies, I carry around everywhere, and blow them away, with the touch of my breath they take form of stars…)Well because when the stars die, someone needs to replace them…And that someone would be me. Okay, let me have a formal introduction. I am Adam… and well, don’t be surprised when I say I am the youngest son of Jupiter. Yeah, yeah, dad’s the so called king of Gods…But as you can see, I am the youngest son…So not so many responsibilities are on my shoulder. I am just “the God of night”. Okay, that isn’t as easy. Yeah, so I look after everything nocturnal, everything, from birds, to animals, to flowers, the dew which forms, the mist which floats, and my favorite; the night sky, the moon, the stars…and what not? That’s a huge tension on my head sometimes… Though, I have been crowned as the God of night just a few months back…the responsibility was Father’s, before me…and now…
Camilla continued singing~
“Have you ever looked fear in the face and said, I just don’t care?”
She fully grinned at me. Oh yeah, she knew me well…that’s what I did too. Not that I was entirely careless, I was carefree…After all, it was my sky, I could do things I wished. I found myself grinning
Another blonde fairy, who was playing the harp, joined her sister with the vocals.
“Its only half past, the point of no return,
The tip of the ice berg,
The sun before the burn,
The thunder before the lightening, and the breath before the phrase…
Have you ever felt this way-yay-?”
Yes, being a God myself, you might have thought I’d answer yes…that I knew the pleasures… but I say no. I do not understand how does it feel, “the breath before the phrase”. Not yet, at least.
But tonight would be the end of it all. Yes, it was a little feast, a farewell feast for me. With two of my friends here. The pretty faerie sisters, Lisa and Camilla.
Actually, being the most powerful music faeries, these two were brought here by mother, to be my wives. (Yeah, yeah, you’re a God, and so you can have more than one wife. Remember, the perks of being a God?) But, I did not want them…why, you ask?…uhm, I’ll tell this later on. And yeah, it was pretty clear that they did not want to marry me as well, but who could refuse the Queen? So, basically after I refused, the faeries really thought I did a major favor, and they decided to stay. I really allowed them to go, but they insisted, and here they are, “working” in my palace (my very own palace, not dad’s, since we, the members of the royal family, all have our own palaces…) as the chief musical conductors. But tonight, as my farewell, they came to sing themselves, make music themselves.
I raised my glass, made of the clear crystals of the elven caves. The amber colored liquid danced in the shimmering moonlight.
“One last toast of ambrosia, my beautiful faerie friends, in the memory of friendship, before I move down to the Earthly meadows to win my love” I smiled. They stopped the singing, and raised their own glasses, and toasted.
“In the memory of our friendship, sir” they said in unison.
After drinking the wine of immortality (as if it were simple wine, not that this wine was different from manna dew or crystal rose petals from the caves of the pixies, crushed in sweet honey… remember, perks of being - Okay, you must have gotten that), they went back to the song. But this time it weren’t their fingers that played with the keys or danced with the strings. It was faerie dust, and the instruments played themselves.
The sisters approached me, and bowed.
“May we have-“ Cam began.
“- one last dance?” Lisa finished.
I grinned fully, showing all my pearly whites. Yeah, not very Godly to grin like a fool, but what? Sue me, I was happy!
They still sang, as they twirled in my embraces, from blonde to ivory hair, they were as graceful in dancing as melodious in music. I did not pay attention to the lyrics. I wanted to enjoy our last dance before- whatever I said I am gonna do.
Yeah, so now comes the major explanation part.
Few days back, I was up in Father’s great library, with books as old as time. The reason being that while checking for the light bearers of the sky,( I mean, the stars, the sun, and the moons, or simple saying, anything which glows…) I found one of the seven light bearers of the moon Ganymede missing. The book which contained the history of Ganymede, did say he had seven children, but Father had appointed only six of them as the light bearers. What happened to the seventh?
I had a formal discussion with Father, and he said he would take care of the situation himself. But I had insisted on doing it all by myself, with his permission, that is. Father agreed, and I could see the small sparkle of pride in his eyes. Father, I’ll never let your hopes down.
I had called in for Ganymede himself. When he arrived, walking through the frozen crystal archways of the palace, all the way to my garden, to the silver seatings, where I had called in for him, I had been surprised. He had creamy brown hair, much like the wood of the giant oak trees under moonlight, the fur of the soft baby bounting, enjoying the full moon… a beautiful ivory skin and chocolate eyes, much of the same color, like melting chocolate pools from which the faeries take a sip in a warm moonlit night… He was one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen. No wonder, Father had fallen in love with this once-mortal. Yes, he was truly something to be desired for. I had heard, and read, stories, of Father, falling for this human prince, and bringing him up to heaven. The prince also fell for the beauty of the King, but their love was forbidden. The queen Jove, my mother, wouldn’t allow that. Yes, so they all settled in with an agreement; Ganymede was Father’s cupbearer, and also master of the moon with his name; his children being the lightbearers, for he was married to an angel. But, he also, served Father in another way…as in a pleasured way, as humans would have called, I gulped, pleasure slaves. I felt my face go scarlet. My Father made love to him. Just woah, isn’t it?
I had to blink several times to come back to the present and attend the meeting with Ganymede, without blushing like a faerie again. When he got informed about his missing child, he just, suddenly…fell down to my feet, begging for forgiveness. Yes, he had a mortal wife, a human with sunshine hair and emerald eyes, he had been in love with, before he met the King, and had made love with her. Yes, he had a son, a human, but he hadn’t been informed about him till he had married the angel. But for the happiness of his earthly lady, he left his son with the mother, hiding it from his master. He said he would hand over his son to me, (yes, his son officially belonged to me), but he had a few conditions. I should have told him no, but he was of such beauty, those beautiful, large fawn-like eyes, that it was almost impossible to say no. And I also knew that Father loved him. I couldn’t let Ganymede be heartbroken, this would upset Father too. Very well, I had said, three wishes, I granted. One, he said, that I would approach the son in such a way that he wouldn’t be startled, or would begin to hate his father, for Ganymede, hadn’t once met his son. Two, and three, he said, he would allow his son to wish for, for the latter had the rights of his life too. Granting his wishes, I dismissed the beauty personified. Then I had peeped into the pools of blue, to look out for the son…
I had been awestruck.
He was sitting in a grassy meadow, fingers stroking strings of an instrument, much similar to that of a golden lyres. A guitar, I remembered, that’s what the humans called it. His face was veiled with a white golden fringe of his soft hair, which covered his pale ivory skin. The skin, was inherited from his father for sure, and the hair must have come his mother. His eyes were closed and I couldn’t help but wonder what color were his eyes of. Green, like his mother, or brown, like his father?? He had a small and delicate frame, but the muscles of his arms, his fully tattooed arms, really told me that he could really stand up against anything he wished.
“Tommy Joe?” I said out loud. This was his earthly name, as his father told me.
His eyes snapped opened and he looked up, as if he really heard me. My heart skipped a beat. He had beautiful chocolate eyes, like his father. In fact, his eyes had a honey color in the centre. And, his eyes were huge, as in huge like that of the flower pixies in my garden. He looked around, looking like a lost fawn, chewing his lower lip. That silly human! He was gonna tear his lip apart if he kept on chewing like that. Wait, why was I getting tensed like that, all of a sudden? And that also for a mere human.
He shook his head and went back to his playing. I couldn’t help but stare at him…
And from that day, it has been a few times, (like, okay, a lot more than few), that I have been staring…
What? I couldn’t help myself….okay? There is just a strange feeling in my body when I look at him…I did not understand, what was it…
But things actually got, ahem, clear this morning…I didn’t want to interrupt his privacy…but it just happened that…I looked at him…when he was, uh, in the cough, cough, shower…He, looked as he was carved into perfection, like David…I felt my face turn ruby red just by thinking this again. The way I felt…my heart was hammering, like the drums of the goblins during the grand feast, and I felt butterflies in my stomach, my fingers and toes went cold and numb, and I felt goose bumps all over my body. Yeah, and I also found myself chewing my lower lip, when I found that…I also…had this problem down there…
I…could not understand…or basically I didn’t want to acknowledge this…so I asked Lisa, ignoring the last part of course…and she just jumped 3 feet in the air, without even using her wings…She told me that I was in love…But…how could that be? I never felt this attraction for anyone in the immortal world…And now this…and also with none the less, a mere man? Boy, actually, he must be…older than me, though, or so it felt…But gender doesn’t matter here…Yes of course, you needed females for off springs, but you’re not confined to not bend towards the same gender, here…I felt myself blush again on Lisa’s remarks. But could it be? I was in love? With a human?
But then again, father…too…fell in love with Ganymede, right? He would understand that, right? So, then I walked up (okay, flew) to father…and told him that I wanted to claim my love and bring him up here…if that was the case…
Father…he, had a strange sparkle in his eyes, and he said that he understood, and hoped that I would not forget my duties… And then he allowed me to go and win my love…
So here I am sipping away the last drops of my honey colored ambrosia…I decided to have a look at him again… I walked down to the pool and it misted. When the mist cleared, I saw a white wooden swing somewhere, surrounded by trees. Tommy, (sigh, Tommy, just by thinking his name made my heart go fluttery), was sitting on it, draped in a blanket, totally from head to toe, sipping coffee…Oh Holy Lord, in the name of all the velvet darkness, he was so adorable that I would have surely swooped in like as an eagle and brought him up here, just like father did…But I had promised Ganymede…So, I would have to wait, eh?
I rose, my wings materializing, and unfolding themselves, like a big, embracing blanket, just like the one Tommy had, I thought. My wings were, ebony black, and glistening with power, representing the power of the darkness of the night. They were deep blue towards the centre, so deep that it was almost black.
“I am here for you, sugar…” I smiled to myself and dived off the edge of my cloud.
“There you are, sitting in the garden,
Clutching my coffee,
Calling my sugar!
You called me sugar”
I grinned to myself again, as I heard Lisa and Camilla in the back of my mind (because, hey, I am a God, after all, I could hear the people I wanted to… :P), as I swooped down into the darkness, falling into the embrace of Mother Earth…
“Have you ever, held your breath,
And asked yourself, could it ever get better than tonight?”
Chapter 2
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