The garden of roses

Maeve

Maeve

"I love thee with a love that shall not die till the travelling lamp grows cold and the stars grow old " William Shakespeare.

I could not help the only fact, yet to continue to breathe 'in the sweet smell of roses that blew 'in through the chill phantom breeze I was on top of a slick roof of some corky forswear building.

I continued to watch the man who walked down a dark street; I leapt onto another building, and then another getting closer to the man. The only sound was the rushing wind; for an instant, I saw him turn 'in my direction I could have sworn that he saw me, but I let out a breath of relief when he continued to walk along the engraved path.

I watched him as he walked underneath the street lamps he was merely unaware of my presents .

I tried my best to stay quiet not once muttered a word.

He paused before going into a back alley of an old run-down street with a sharp snap of my fingers, the light exploded the shards of glass went flying out everywhere, and I had to duck and roll to prevent me from getting sliced.

I breathed out a long string of curse words, cursing, myself silently under my breath as the man took off 'in a sprint down the street.

I jumped down off of the ledge and onto the damp streets of Rome.

I took off 'in a dash after the man whom was still trying to scale a brick wall when I met up with him.

His breathing came out hard and fast as I slowed into a walk, a ghost of a smile playing on my lips.

I watched him as a cat were a hunt; he turned to face me only once; his eyes pleaded for me to leave him alone, yet I could not bring myself to do so this man was a monster.

I did not have to remind myself of that.

I drew my sword clean and swift I reminded myself yet, then again, what fun would that be; days later I found myself at the bottom of my manor cleaning and then shaping my blades.

I let out a huff of air that leant truly out of irritation Hades was over me watching my every move; I was bonded to him since I was only seven years old. "nice work," he said, smiling over upon me, I glance at Hades, and at his comfortable place towards the sofa; noticing that his eyes were upon me.

I gulped down my words; my throat bobbing 'in the process.

I nodded, "I killed before, so 'it was nothing," I muttered underneath my breath, he stared upon me, and I counterfeited that I did not notice the look that he was giving me. "You know Pairs or London would have been nice, so why Rome?" I know that we have already spoken about this, and I know how much that he dreaded the topic, yet I processed with the question.

The hell hounds brushed against mine bare thighs, causing the silk of my low cut nightgown to raise I cursed my blades solemnly as I put them back onto the top shelf.

I did not mind the fact that Hades trotted over to where I now stood, wrapping his arm around my slender waist, his muscles flexing in the process as I took 'in the sweet smell of his collagen.

I admire his looks, his sharp jaw line, and his sun-kissed skin I find myself admiring his full lips and silver eyes too, and then at his buff mussels that seem to fit his body perfectly.

He brushed back a few strains of my golden brown hair kissing my collarbone. "Arey, please all I do is ask for your patience, and time" he whispered against me.