Hamartia

Chapter Twelve: Ring o' Roses, Pocket Full of Stakes

Song - Tomorrow - Jorja Smith (literally the perfect song for this chapter) 

Recap: 

"We need to get going, its five minutes past eight, the council will be sending their hounds out soon, to check the streets."

"How do you know what time it is?" Bobby asked, suddenly suspicious.

"It says right there on the clock tower, dummy." Kai spoke up for the first time as his sister Wisteria pointed at the clock tower. The clock face was just visible above the tops of the buildings.

"Oh fairs." Bobby waved at them as he began to walk after the others. Desdemona sighed, her shoulders drooping as she watched her new friends walk away from her. It was time to prepare for the hardest thing she had ever done: breaking at least twenty laws on the way to freeing the third Chen triplet without being seen.

Chapter Twelve: Ring o' Roses, Pocket Full of Stakes

The angle of her jaw was sharp and as he slid his index finger across the bone, half of him wondered if he would cut himself. She was ethereal, and only his in the secrets kept by the night. She turned to face him, and snapped her teeth playfully at his finger which he withdrew with a shake of his head. They lay side by side on the chocolate coloured satin sheets that covered her bed, and stared at each other in the eyes – honey brown into dark brown. It was melancholy, the feeling of forbidden love – woven into the tapestry of meant to be, but forbidden by the eyes of everyone but the fates.

He traced her shoulders with the back of his palm, outlining her waist with whispers of a life that both of them wanted. His eyes glittered in the sky; his lips blushed with the colour of cherry blossoms, and his hair dancing in a sudden breeze - the colour of spun gold. It was gentle and unconditional – the love they shared. As she watched him move, the strong muscles of his back under his caramel skin, she felt a warm feeling in her heart, she recognised it as love.

A shooting star flew across the sky, and he looked down at her wondering what wish she would make if she had seen it. He wasn't as captivated by the night as he was with her. But he imagined that whoever had created the night was once inspired by a woman with hair as inky as hers. Despite what he thought he knew, she had seen the shooting star, and she had made a wish. She wished for a son as strong as the man she laid next to and for a son with the strongest heart in the history of strong hearts. As she made the wish, her hand found his and she rolled over, giggling – her face bright with happiness. She pressed her lips to his knuckles and watched as he snorted in amusement before laughing alongside her.

They were a sight to behold. Two lovers with a love so bright – entangled in something bigger than they knew – beheld by Aphrodite and Cupid who adored them so. The watched from afar, smiling in content at the love they had allowed to blossom whilst below their feet, in a land that was forever bound to their own, a war raged on.

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Gunner sat on the red velvet sofa infront of a gaping hole in the plaster wall, nursing a lukewarm mug of chamomile tea. If he had turned around, he would have been able to see straight into the kitchen, and watch his closest friend as she put the kettle on to boil again whilst she began to cook dinner. He didn't necessarily want to have dinner with her at the house, as he remembered the people that he had left behind at that café. But he had something dire to ask about his quest on Earth, how much time he had left and how it was possible he had come into contact with two goddesses in a day. He was sure that when he had sent them to Earth, he had not sent them to the same areas for their own safety. He wondered if it was Amphitrite's gravitational pull or something worse that called on them to be in one place at the same time.