Jaylon is the oldest son of Apollo. As the oldest, he is his father's right hand. He often finds himself going around the world making sure his father's underlings are doing their jobs, and putting order to the chaos they make; which is a lot. Doesn...
After we finished whatever it was we were doing out there, we made our way into the huge tent that had around ten people or so. We were standing there for a few minutes before a girl who looked around 19 came up to us with aprons.
"Hello, are you here for the pottery hour?"
"Yes, I hope we're not too late." We took the aprons from her hands as she told us that we were just in time and to take a seat.
"Pottery?"
"Yeah, I read somewhere that in ancient Greece people liked to do arts and crafts, and look at it on the bright side, we can do that cute pose of the both of us molding the same piece of clay."
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Well, that was wishful thinking. Turns out Jaylon can't do arts and crafts even if his life depended on it. He wanted to do something big, like a weird sculpture or something... fast forward to 15 minutes later and he just has a big blob of clay that he claims is a 'blobfish'. I wasn't about to judge him on something he couldn't help, so I just told him it looked exactly like one. But then he changed his mind and wanted to do something he could use; so the finished product was a mug; honestly, it wasn't half bad.
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As for me, I wanted something to decorate with, so I went with two vases. I think they turned out pretty good.
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I was washing my hands when Jaylon came over and saw them. "Ave these are amazing. Where did you learn to do this?"
"I had a lot of spare time in the orphanage, and I loved playdoh as a kid; I often made things and showed them to whoever was around me. Most of the other kids would tell me they were really cool, but other kids would smash or squish them so after a while I got really sad and stopped. But after this, I think I'll start it again." He stood behind me, encasing me in those big arms of his.
"What's your dream job?"
"My dream job? I've never really thought about it since college wasn't an option. I've been working since before I got out of the orphanage just to at least have a bit of money for when I left. Most of my jobs have been retail, but when I was 23, so two years ago, I got fired from my job and then heard of a new cruise opening and needing staff, so I signed up and somehow got hired."
"But isn't there something you've always wanted to do? Like, I don't know, like something that you've always found fun and interesting?" Unknowingly, I had stopped washing my hands and kept silent for a few minutes.
"My main priority was to survive till the next day, which didn't go that bad for me. But I had to constantly worry about the money not being enough, or not having food, sometimes I couldn't pay all of the bills and was left without electricity or water. So no, I didn't really have time to think about such meaningless things." I didn't even finish getting all of the clay off my hands, I just dried them on my pants and walked out of the tent. Not knowing where to go but just getting away.
I don't know what came over me, but I got envious, oh so envious of the life Jaylon had. I knew it wasn't all rainbows and flowers but considered to mine it was great. He was the son of a God, he was practically immortal, he could have anything he wanted at any second, he didn't know what struggle was.
He didn't know what it was like to be starving, having nothing in your stomach for days, not knowing when you would. Didn't know what it felt to be freezing in winter, to not be able to feel your toes, to actually think that your fingers would never regain their mobility. To cry alone in the darkness and feel your tears almost turn into ice.
I found myself sitting in an alley watching the people move around, silent tears falling. I knew he was squatting down beside me, looking at me with sadness. Yet I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I got mad at him for something so stupid. Something neither of us had any sort of control over. How can I bring myself to marry this man, if I got mad at him like this.
Too into my thoughts, I didn't notice the hand that was coming towards me until it had turned my head towards his.
"Stop. You are so easy to read babe, so don't try to hide it from me. It's true that my life could never compare to yours, but that doesn't mean that I can't comfort you or make your life better. I'm not asking you to forget your past, because it's a part of you that I will gladly accept and love, but at least let me make sure that from now on you'll never need anything." He gave me a small peck and pushed my head into his neck, rubbing the back of mine in comfort.
My body went numb against his, simply laying there as he picked me up and carried me like a koala all the way to the temple. On the way to the room, all I could think about was the fact that even though he knew what I was thinking, he didn't hate me for it. He didn't hate me even though he knew I had thought those horrible things just seconds before.
And so while we laid on the bed, my front to his, I tilted my head upwards and gave him what I hoped to be one of our most meaningful kisses, filled with love, apologies, and thankfulness.
"Min anisycheíte gia tin agápi mou, ef 'óson eíste mazí mou, poté den tha páte peinasménos í krýos. Tha échete óla ósa chreiázeste kai pollá álla."(Do not worry about my love, as long as you are with me, you will never go hungry or cold. You'll have everything you need and more) As he whispered those words while I fell asleep, there were only two words crossing my mind.
