The God

(3)Be My Friend

Song: Breathe Me (Sia)

I arrived back from driving the sun to find that the ground floor of my house was largely destroyed. The stuffing from the sofa was everywhere and there were sword marks in the walls. My immediate thoughts were of Ri. Was she okay?

But I rounded the corner and saw her hacking away at one of the kitchen cabinets with her sword. 

"Ri what are you doing?" I asked curiously.

"Venting frustration." She replied. 

"On my house?"

"Well, every time I leave your house people look at me like I'm going to blow something up," said Ri, "so the only thing that I can vent my frustrations on is your house."

I sighed and began to put the house back in order, as Ri continued to hack at various items throughout the house. 

I was cleaning up the kitchen when I heard her pause in her destruction. I moved into the living room where she had been hacking at the sofa which I had just repaired, to see her sitting on the floor amongst the stuffing, pulling her knotted black hair into a ponytail away from her face.

"Would you like a hand?" I asked her.

She said nothing but stopped wrestling to pull her hair back and let her hands wrest in her lap. I sat on the sofa behind her and began to run my fingers through her hair.

"Have you never brushed this?" I asked.

"What?"

"Have you never brushed your hair?"

"What is brushing?"

"Brushing is what I'm trying to do," I replied.

"Oh. No, I've never done that."

"I think it's hopeless then," I sighed, "I'm going to have to cut it short."

"Cut my hair?" She frowned. 

"Yeah, I think that's the only way I'll be able to brush it."

"Okay."

I got to my feet and grabbed some scissors from the kitchen, returning to my original place on the sofa, and smoothing out her hair as best I could so that I could cut it.

"You're sure I can cut it? You're not going to make me into a god kebab if I try?"

"I'm sure, just do it."

I took the first snip and before I knew it most of her hair was gone, leaving a much more manageable length that fell just below her shoulders. 

"There that's better, now I can brush it."

"My head feels lighter," she swung her head from side to side.

"Maybe you should wash it first? I hear that washing hair makes it more manageable for mortals."

"How in Nyx's name do I wash my hair?" 

"I have no idea, but you're rather resourceful, there is a shower upstairs," I moved towards my guitar, which had thankfully avoided Ri's anger and remained intact. 

Ri made her way up the stairs, and after a while, I heard the water running. It ran for quite a long time and then shut off. 

"I think that I washed it," Ri walked down the stairs.

"Ariadne I think you should put some clothes on." I averted my eyes for the sake of her modesty. I thought smugly of how proud Artemis would be of me at this moment. 

I heard her hurry back up the stairs and move around in one of the rooms above me. Ariadne was so ignorant of mortal ways, that it made even me look like an expert (and I was far from one concerning the ways of mortals). She came back down the stairs, this time wearing clothes.

"That's better," I smiled, with her wet hair I could see her eyes much better, and I liked it that way. "Now I can brush it."

She settled herself down in front of me, and I began to run my fingers through it, teasing the knots away with my fingers. Now that it was clean, I could see how lovely her hair was. Whilst it was wet, the way it caught the light made me smile as it seemed to be too many different colours at once. 

The texture of her hair brought a poem to mind. "Drowning in her black sea of waves, tumbling down her waterfall of black curls," I said.

"What?"

"Your hair is lovely." 

She turned to face me, regarding me with curiosity, which was not an expression I had seen on her face yet, it made her brow crinkle and her nose scrunch slightly. 

"So is yours," she replied. 

I laughed, "I have always thought so as well, that is why I chose this form."

"This isn't what you really look like?" She frowned.

"No my true form would burn you alive," I told her.

"That sounds like fun."

"No, it would not be fun for you," I assured her.

She raised her eyebrows at me, a hint of humour (the first I had seen on her) evident on her face. "Well then don't show your true form then."

"Don't worry, I won't."

The poem Apollo recites is called The Black Sea by Keith Edward Baucum.
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