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alexios is troubled by the revelations of atlantis, but you know just the thing to help distract him from the woes. 

EVER SINCE ALEXIOS returned from the depths beneath Thera for the second time, he's been uncharacteristically distant toward you and others. Yes, there are times when he needs a few hours or even a day to sulk and brood by himself, but it's never been like this. You've known Alexios since you were both children running around Kephallonia causing trouble —long enough to know when something is truly tormenting him. For several days he rebuffs you and the Adrestia's crew. It has something to do with the bronze Caduceus, you're sure of it.

Another day and you cannot take it anymore. The ship docks in Kos for the night and many of the deckhands take to the streets and taverns, but Alexios remains —pensive and quiet. This task dooms you to endure loss Aletheia told and Alexios cannot bear the thought of losing you. Aletheia scoffed when he asked if it was possible to share the responsibility with another, but to be the Keeper of the Staff was to be alone. Now he sits propped up against one of the stern benches, honing the edge of his kopis.

"Alexios," you greet, sitting next to him. The Eagle Bearer spares a moment's glance in your direction before returning his attention to the whetstone and blade. Though he doesn't miss the frown that furrows your brows and tugs the corner of your lips downward. You decide then you'll have to resort to other tactics to pull him out of this mood —or at least distract him for a bit.

Carelessly, you drape your legs across his lap and scoot closer to him. The first spot you kiss is his shoulder —he's not wearing armor, and the soft linen of his chiton leaves his sun-kissed arms and legs bare in the moonlight. His skin is soft and warm and your lips come away with the faintest hint of salt. You don't miss the slight shiver he gives at the contact even though he continues to sharpen the sword.

He shifts, trying to stay focused on the task, but you lean forward and press your lips against the scar on his cheek. Alexios' lips twitch as he tries to stop himself from smiling. Next is his neck —the spot just below where his jaw and ear meet— one of his weak spots. You place a second kiss there just for good measure. "Lexi," you breathe, and alas he graces you with a bright smile, one capable of chasing away any storm. It was that boyish smile of his that stole your heart in the first place.

"I know what you're doing," he remarks, setting the kopis and whetstone aside.

"Hmm," you hum —deciding where to kiss him next, his lips do look awfully tempting. "Do you?" You ask, smiling. You dip your head down and press your lips against the base of his neck.

Alexios tilts his head back, giving you better access to continue your sweet ministrations. You place a line of quick kisses up his neck, stopping short of his chin. His fingers thread into your hair —thumb following the line of your cheekbone. "You're trying to distract me," he states, having figured out the game you were playing.

"Is it working?" You laugh. It must be because for the first time in days his attention is solely on you. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap. Alexios brushes his lips against yours —arms tightening around you. He pulls back, regretting having pushed you away for so many days.

Luckily, you have the patience of a goddess from years of dealing with his stubbornness. The distant look appears in his dark golden eyes again. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you sigh —mindlessly fiddling with the large hand splayed across your stomach. "You can tell me anything. You know that," you remind him. The two of you have been inseparable for so long, there's no reason for a wedge to form between you now.

"I–" he starts, voice trailing off. Alexios doesn't know how to begin explaining what had happened in Atlantis and what his duties now entail. And that the Staff of Hermes had granted him immortality until another came along to take his place. "–I'm not ready," he admits.

You run your fingertips down his cheek then cup his face, bringing his troubled gaze to you. "And there's nothing wrong with that either," you assure him. "Just know I'll always be here for you, Alexios." You seal the promise by placing a soft —almost chaste— kiss on his lips.

He's never felt deserving of a goddess such as you. Alexios calls you his better half, the only person who can temper him in all of Hellas. He doesn't know what he'll do without you and dreads the thought of having to witness that time come. "I love you," he whispers. He doesn't think he says it enough, but his love is apparent in everything he does.

"I know," you smile —still holding his handsome face in your hands.

Alexios loves your smile —the way your eyes crease, the dimples in your cheeks, and the flush of color that still seems to linger even after all these years together. "Kiss me again?" He whispers. "Please?" Unable to deny such a sweetly spoken request you place your lips upon his again —hands working their way into his dark hair. He holds you close, as though you're going to ascend to the heavens at any moment. He may not get to keep you forever, but until then Alexios will cherish you —and all your kisses.

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