Brief note: the oldest societies believed that above the heavens there were waters--as in, there was a ball, and in the center was land, beneath that was hell and above that was heaven, and surrounding that was waters (that also contributed to the flood in the story of Noah and the epic of Gilgamesh). That's what I'm playing on in this section. ------------ Altair snorted, and Adha laughed.
“I can see why you said you wouldn’t need company. There is enough life in here to resurrect all of the underworld.”
He rolled his eyes and looked at her, taking a moment to simply enjoy the finer features of her face, like the black paint highlighting her eyes, which shown with a beautiful deep brown. The ornamented headpiece still twinkled as if there was light to bounce off. Her gaze softened, and he lifted a hand up to cup her cheek.
“Oh, Zeus help me: I’m going to vomit,” Desmond said as he gagged, clutching his stomach.
Altair turned to look, quirking an eyebrow, noticing that Ezio and his girls were laughing. Persephone smacked Desmond’s arm, sighing disapprovingly.
“You two are so sickeningly cute—”
“As if you have any right to speak,” Altair murmured. “Mooning over Persephone as if you had lost a vital piece of yourself when she returns to Mount Olympus, sighing miserably and making us goad you into helping with the threads for two months after she leaves?”
Desmond blushed bright red, sputtering.
“Oh, do not forget the ridiculous smile he has, Altair, when he sees the farmers harvesting and the leaves falling, every other sentence that leaves his lips, ‘Lucy will be coming soon!’” Ezio said with a laugh.
“Or when he has me help him practice his dancing for hours,” Cristina began, swirling in circles, “just to make sure he knows the steps well enough to ‘please his lady when she comes down.’ And when he fidgets ridiculously during the few times I seek your company, Ezio, as he waits for—”
“Okay! Okay!” Desmond said, covering his face with the pillow. “I get it!”
“Or how about when we work on the ground, and he stares at in the direction of Mount Olympus longingly?” Altair asked, leaning forward as Lucy started to blush.
“Or when we have to hear him muttering about how wonderful of an idea it was for Hades to kidnap her, because now she’s all his?” Ezio added.
“Or when I ask him to braid my hair, and he sighs wistfully as he talks about how he hopes Persephone will let him braid hers? Or when he sees a woman who looks slightly like her, and his head whips around so fast we fear it may break?”
“Or the way he jumps to attention if we even mention her name—”
“I get it!” Desmond shouted, curling in on himself and around Lucy. “Just… leave me alone, okay?”
The room was filled with laughter, and Altair looked when Adha leaned into him. He wrapped an arm around her as she shook her head. Poor Lucy was mortified. When it all died down, the woman had that smile on her face as she looked at Desmond, placing a hand on his shoulder. He tensed, the pillow still smooshed to his face, and Ezio and Altair knew that he was still embarrassed.
“Is that true, Desmond?”
The youngest Fate tried to shrink even more, muttering under his breath because it was true. Every last word they had said was true. Lucy waited patiently for a moment before looking up at them.
“Is that true?”
Altair nodded sagely in time with Ezio, and Cristina smiled as she sat in Ezio’s lap, leaning against him as he wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other around Sofia’s when she crawled on the bed. Lucy pried at the pillow, slowly taking it away, and before he could cover his face, she grabbed his wrists.
“Desmond!” He buried his face in the sheets, and she pulled his arms down to lean in and kissed his cheek.
“Desmond?”
“Just leave me alone,” he groaned, and Lucy laughed.
She kissed his ear, and Ezio smirked when he saw the tips of his ears turned red. Persephone nuzzled against his cheek. They watched as he slowly uncurled, and she kissed him on the lips, and when she pulled back, he was grinning from ear-to-ear. He pulled her down to spoon with her. Altair scoffed.
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Altair snorted, and Adha laughed.
“I can see why you said you wouldn’t need company. There is enough life in here to resurrect all of the underworld.”
He rolled his eyes and looked at her, taking a moment to simply enjoy the finer features of her face, like the black paint highlighting her eyes, which shown with a beautiful deep brown. The ornamented headpiece still twinkled as if there was light to bounce off. Her gaze softened, and he lifted a hand up to cup her cheek.
“Oh, Zeus help me: I’m going to vomit,” Desmond said as he gagged, clutching his stomach.
Altair turned to look, quirking an eyebrow, noticing that Ezio and his girls were laughing. Persephone smacked Desmond’s arm, sighing disapprovingly.
“You two are so sickeningly cute—”
“As if you have any right to speak,” Altair murmured. “Mooning over Persephone as if you had lost a vital piece of yourself when she returns to Mount Olympus, sighing miserably and making us goad you into helping with the threads for two months after she leaves?”
Desmond blushed bright red, sputtering.
“Oh, do not forget the ridiculous smile he has, Altair, when he sees the farmers harvesting and the leaves falling, every other sentence that leaves his lips, ‘Lucy will be coming soon!’” Ezio said with a laugh.
“Or when he has me help him practice his dancing for hours,” Cristina began, swirling in circles, “just to make sure he knows the steps well enough to ‘please his lady when she comes down.’ And when he fidgets ridiculously during the few times I seek your company, Ezio, as he waits for—”
“Okay! Okay!” Desmond said, covering his face with the pillow. “I get it!”
“Or how about when we work on the ground, and he stares at in the direction of Mount Olympus longingly?” Altair asked, leaning forward as Lucy started to blush.
“Or when we have to hear him muttering about how wonderful of an idea it was for Hades to kidnap her, because now she’s all his?” Ezio added.
“Or when I ask him to braid my hair, and he sighs wistfully as he talks about how he hopes Persephone will let him braid hers? Or when he sees a woman who looks slightly like her, and his head whips around so fast we fear it may break?”
“Or the way he jumps to attention if we even mention her name—”
“I get it!” Desmond shouted, curling in on himself and around Lucy. “Just… leave me alone, okay?”
The room was filled with laughter, and Altair looked when Adha leaned into him. He wrapped an arm around her as she shook her head. Poor Lucy was mortified. When it all died down, the woman had that smile on her face as she looked at Desmond, placing a hand on his shoulder. He tensed, the pillow still smooshed to his face, and Ezio and Altair knew that he was still embarrassed.
“Is that true, Desmond?”
The youngest Fate tried to shrink even more, muttering under his breath because it was true. Every last word they had said was true. Lucy waited patiently for a moment before looking up at them.
“Is that true?”
Altair nodded sagely in time with Ezio, and Cristina smiled as she sat in Ezio’s lap, leaning against him as he wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other around Sofia’s when she crawled on the bed. Lucy pried at the pillow, slowly taking it away, and before he could cover his face, she grabbed his wrists.
“Desmond!”
He buried his face in the sheets, and she pulled his arms down to lean in and kissed his cheek.
“Desmond?”
“Just leave me alone,” he groaned, and Lucy laughed.
She kissed his ear, and Ezio smirked when he saw the tips of his ears turned red. Persephone nuzzled against his cheek. They watched as he slowly uncurled, and she kissed him on the lips, and when she pulled back, he was grinning from ear-to-ear. He pulled her down to spoon with her. Altair scoffed.
“And you accuse me of being sickeningly cute.”