Trouble crosses all lines.
Bed rest and plenty of ambrosia!
There shouldn't have been anything hard about it.
Even he couldn't screw this up. Or could he?
Sleeping led to dreams, and whereas the dream started out appealing enough...
Harmonia laid sprawled out upon the floor on her stomach, legs crossed at ankles that were towering over her body's prone position. The floor was covered with black and white papier mache, but she didn't seem to notice or didn't care about the oddity as she carelessly threaded and twirled an arrow between her fingers. Casting a sidelong glance in his direction, he noticed that her indifference was replaced with a kind smile of recognition.
Ahem...Very Appealing. Inviting. Was this to be one of those get well wet dreams?
He may be disallowed from being with her, but he wasn't aware of that in his dreams...So thinking he'd put the wet dream to the test he tried to step forward and discovered his legs would not move. He could not move at all.
No...nothing at all like a wet dream.
Something else moved though, along the floor, swimming under, crawling through the oceanic mass of scattered celebration prop. It started up behind Harmonia, curling it's tail around her waist and it's upper body around her neck innocently enough.
He didn't think anything of it at first, Harmonia liked snakes, he didn't mind them usually, but this huge black and yellow asp didn't like her...he could tell.
He tried to speak up but could not...tried to warn her inside of her head but it was too late or maybe she couldn't receive his warning. He watched as the asp sunk it's venomous fangs into her throat, in horror Harmonia broke the arrow she'd been trifling with in half and raised both hands in an attempt to remove the creature coiled around her.
A Nightmare. Weary ice blue eyes popped opened. Trembling, Feverish with sweat, he sat up in the bed, wrapping his arms around himself....which was a mistake as it stirred wake the strickening pain that had slept with him. Details of the dream quickly diminished at the reemergence of pain and his known dilemma. Love or Death?
Hahaha...He'd given his word. What was the value of his word, of strife's word? How much confidence did Unc put in his word? He wondered...
His mind switched gears. How much time had passed?
He examined the hole in his chest, the pierced side...their healing was progressing and he figured he'd be whole...ur mostly whole, there was still that tongue bit and having given it to Ares willingly he would have to be be given it willingly back...
He hadn't thought of it before, not when he had done the cutting, he'd done it for one thing but now he saw it for what it was. He'd given Ares all his words. Every smacken one of them.
Didn't matter...
In a few days if he kept getting plenty of ambrosia and more bed rest, he'd be mostly himself again, or at least up to going to his own temple....but then there was that thought of Harmonia...she wouldn't be visiting.
He'd given up something, he couldn't quite remember what it was, Memories of the Vietnam War but he'd given up something for her and now he didn't even have her. That just sucked.
Now he was going to have to NOT date her and that was bothering him, they hadn't even broke up properly...there was no screaming and shouting, there was no broken dishes or lamps, there was no malice...or I hate you's I never want to see you's again...There was just Ares said No, what Ares said Goes.
Allegiance to Ares...Nothing else.
Love...Hate...lines blurred.
And Ares? Was the worst over and done with? What would Unc make him do to make it up. Or was all forgiven?
There shouldn't have been anything hard about it.
Even he couldn't screw this up. Or could he?
Sleeping led to dreams, and whereas the dream started out appealing enough...
Harmonia laid sprawled out upon the floor on her stomach, legs crossed at ankles that were towering over her body's prone position. The floor was covered with black and white papier mache, but she didn't seem to notice or didn't care about the oddity as she carelessly threaded and twirled an arrow between her fingers. Casting a sidelong glance in his direction, he noticed that her indifference was replaced with a kind smile of recognition.
Ahem...Very Appealing. Inviting. Was this to be one of those get well wet dreams?
He may be disallowed from being with her, but he wasn't aware of that in his dreams...So thinking he'd put the wet dream to the test he tried to step forward and discovered his legs would not move. He could not move at all.
No...nothing at all like a wet dream.
Something else moved though, along the floor, swimming under, crawling through the oceanic mass of scattered celebration prop. It started up behind Harmonia, curling it's tail around her waist and it's upper body around her neck innocently enough.
He didn't think anything of it at first, Harmonia liked snakes, he didn't mind them usually, but this huge black and yellow asp didn't like her...he could tell.
He tried to speak up but could not...tried to warn her inside of her head but it was too late or maybe she couldn't receive his warning. He watched as the asp sunk it's venomous fangs into her throat, in horror Harmonia broke the arrow she'd been trifling with in half and raised both hands in an attempt to remove the creature coiled around her.
A Nightmare. Weary ice blue eyes popped opened. Trembling, Feverish with sweat, he sat up in the bed, wrapping his arms around himself....which was a mistake as it stirred wake the strickening pain that had slept with him. Details of the dream quickly diminished at the reemergence of pain and his known dilemma. Love or Death?
Hahaha...He'd given his word. What was the value of his word, of strife's word? How much confidence did Unc put in his word? He wondered...
His mind switched gears. How much time had passed?
He examined the hole in his chest, the pierced side...their healing was progressing and he figured he'd be whole...ur mostly whole, there was still that tongue bit and having given it to Ares willingly he would have to be be given it willingly back...
He hadn't thought of it before, not when he had done the cutting, he'd done it for one thing but now he saw it for what it was. He'd given Ares all his words. Every smacken one of them.
Didn't matter...
In a few days if he kept getting plenty of ambrosia and more bed rest, he'd be mostly himself again, or at least up to going to his own temple....but then there was that thought of Harmonia...she wouldn't be visiting.
He'd given up something, he couldn't quite remember what it was, Memories of the Vietnam War but he'd given up something for her and now he didn't even have her. That just sucked.
Now he was going to have to NOT date her and that was bothering him, they hadn't even broke up properly...there was no screaming and shouting, there was no broken dishes or lamps, there was no malice...or I hate you's I never want to see you's again...There was just Ares said No, what Ares said Goes.
Allegiance to Ares...Nothing else.
Love...Hate...lines blurred.
And Ares? Was the worst over and done with? What would Unc make him do to make it up. Or was all forgiven?