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31. little white lies

31. little white lies

G A Y L E

❝GIVE IT BACK." A voice echoes throughout the room as I land on the bed, trying to keep my eyes open after an intense training session with Apollo.

It's been quite a long day in that hot, sweat-ridden training room, and all I want to do is take a nice long shower and slip into a year long sleep. Then, I have to remind myself that I can't close my eyes cause if I do it may be for the last time.

That medieval princess has put the fear of God in me.

I sit up at the sound of the voice and flinch back at the sight of a mass of flowing black hair with flowers and butterflies dancing in it.

Persephone is dressed in a long yellow floral lace dress that runs all the way down her curvaceous body.

She's got an inexplicable glow about her chocolate coloured skin, but her eyebrows are furrowed and her face is fear-stricken.

"No time for pleasantries, even though you do look absolutely stunning, Gayle! I need it back right now." I curl into a ball on the bed, hesitant about my next words.

Something tells me I know exactly what she's talking about.

"Need what back?" I play dumb, though feelings of guilt creep into my chest and make a nest there.

"The Helm of Darkness of course! I know... I know... I told Hermes I'd need it back in a week, but unfortunately my husband has realised that it is missing." She shivers at the sentiment, her eyes glazing over guiltily.

"I'm no good at this lying thing, no good at all!" She huffs, pacing around the room. "I don't know how Hermes does it so effortlessly!" She speeds her pace, chewing on her fingernails.

"Hades thinks he may have misplaced it somewhere in the Underworld, but - but when he figures out it was taken... oh, you don't want to see that, my dear girl." She sighs, plodding herself down on the bed. "That's why I'm going to need that stupid helmet back right away. I swear, if it were up to me, I would have blasted that ugly thing into smithereens centuries ago." She groans frustratedly, hopping back up on her feet to begin her pace again.

My brow furrows at her last words. I don't have the heart to tell her I've lost it. My heart is hammering away at my chest as it is. "Oh... rea - really? Why do you hate it so much?" Her gaze focuses back on me, lips puckering into a pout as she wails dramatically, holding the back of her hand up against her forehead, strategically falling onto my bed with a dramatic sigh.

"Oh.. oh, Gayle! You don't know what it's like! I love my husband to bits! He - he completes me but gods, he loves that bloody helmet more than anything! More than me!" A tear races down her cheek as if she's in a play and lands on my bed.

A flower blooms on the spot where the tear has dropped, she picks it up and puts it in my hair with a pained smile.

"I just thought... I just thought that if we had some time alone, without that horrible piece of scrap metal he'd give me more attention, oh but karma is a cruel mistress, my girl."

Persephone speaks as if she's the lead in one of Shakespeare's plays. It's both intriguing and horrifying.

"He's spent the whole time searching for the helmet! I haven't had a moment alone with him to tell him my special news!" She wails on dramatically, coral flowers blooming wherever her tears fall.