I sit criss cross applesauce, stroking his wings as I think of conversation starters. My mind is completely blank. Hera just watches me, yet another blush on his face.
"Uh. . ." Dammit.
"Um. . . When can I see your wings?"
Nope. I'm done.
"You can answer, you know?"
I look away from him, rubbing his soft wings as I blush. It's none of his business what my wings look like.
"Ok, what about how you got that scar? That's gotta be a cool story."
A tear comes to my eyes. This is none of his business. I hold it back, not wanting to seem weak to him.
"Are you serious?" He yells, yanking his wing back, "You don't have to ignore me you jerk!" He stands up, glaring down on me.
"I-"
"That's all you do though, even though I haven't done anything. Fuck you, Zeus!"
"Well maybe I'd reply if you'd actually talk about something less personal! I have a reason for not talking about these things so learn to fucking respect it!"
"That's how you're going to be? You act like we're friends so you can pet my wings like a perv but then when I talk to you you have nothing to say!" He hisses back.
"Is that how you're seriously going to be? You bitch!"
"I'm the bitch now? At least I don't act all high and mighty but the second I see some feathers I turn into a child! Are you mentally fucking ill? Is that what it fucking is Zeus?"
My mind is spinning, unable to hold back any tears, "You don't know what I've been through!"
"You're right, I don't. Because you don't trust me." And with that, he's gone. His big feathery wings shaking with anger. His fists clenched.
I just want to go home, but I can't go out in public with how I look. I lie in the corner, crying like a baby. Why does he have to get me so worked up?
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Can I See Your Wings?
RomanceZeus hates demons. Like, loathes them. He won't say why though. Just sits there silently, observing everyone's gorgeous wings and doing his job of bringing souls to Heaven. Hermes is always trying to be there for him, but talking isn't Zeus' thing...
