The hot morning sun peeked through my opened curtains, warming my umber skin. It's shimmering rays coaxing me to wake. I stretched and smiled pridefully as I saw the overabundance of harvest in the rolling fields beneath me.
It was the third Sunday of the month; the day my mother finally allowed me to harvest "unchaperoned". The nymphs and I would venture to the fields before the sunrise to gather flowers, barley, and wheatgrass and harvest them for the nearby villages.
I made my journey to the kitchen for food but see a man as mighty as Zeus, leaning against the counter snacking on some fruit. His lack of clothing made my cheeks flush red with embarrassment; only a loose white toga decorated his healthy physique while a crown of vines rested across his head. (Left his @ so y'all can stalk)
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I leaned against the doorframe to observe him quietly. I knew he was probably another deity who had ventured to earth to beg mother for my hand in marriage.
"Are all deities as invasive as you?" I sound. He turned abruptly, wondering who interpreted his solitude. "Helping yourself to a poor maidens food?" I pout playfully.
His rich blue eyes followed my curves, each orb greedy to inspect my groomed body. He was a handsome fellow, I could not deny it.
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"I remember you from Olympus. You were the god whose eyes refused to leave my figure?" I tease him.
"I needed to make sure you weren't a trick of the eye" he grinned deviously, his eyes alight with conquest, "but I must admit, you are even more beautiful up close." he growls through a whisper as he pulled my palm, gently caressing my fingers with his lips.
"So? Which god are you?" I pull my hand away, annoyed at his overconfidence.
"Apollo" he extended his palm, "god of healing, medicine, and music"
I withheld my contact and only observed him from afar. I hated to admit the truth, but he was divine; way cuter than Ares and Hephaestus who had come the night before.
Apparently my beauty was the only thing the gods dared to remember after my mother's embarrassing outburst at Olympus. The past two weeks had been filled with wedding proposals, gifts, and confessions.
