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shook his head. “She just knows I’m not going to pounce on you like any other number of gods would. She probably thinks I’m gay.”
“No, you have to be something special. She knows Hermes is gay and she still wouldn’t let me go to a movie with him.”
“That was down in the mortal world. Persephone, you’re beautiful. Men are as bad as gods. She didn’t trust Hermes could protect you. It’s the flying shoes.”
“Then why wouldn’t she let me go have lunch at his house?” She practically stomped her foot. Persephone was still angry about that.
“Because he’s shagging Hypnos, who is known to go both ways.”
“I don’t understand why keeping me a virgin was so important anyway. I mean, Spring has to fornicate to give birth to the word, right? What’s so great about being untouched?”
“I don’t know. Maybe she just wanted better for you than what she got from Zeus.”
Persephone grew quiet at that. She knew her mother had suffered because of her father. He was such an asshole. She didn’t know why all of the goddesses let him get away with it. They had all of this power, why didn’t they tighten his leash and jerk it around a few times when he got out of line? So he was King of the Gods. Well, so what?
It was as if Eros could see her thoughts. He held up his hands in a deflective gesture. “Hey, I couldn’t do anything with him. Neither could my mother. So I don’t know what you expect any of the rest of them to do.”
“It’s just… it pisses me off.”
“You look like your mom when you make that face.”
“Shut-up, I do not.” Elysium forbid she ever looked like her mother. Although, she had to admit that Demeter’s green hair was kind of cool.
“You do. But it’s not a bad thing.”
“What was that?” She studied him; apprehension and awareness were twin serpents coiled in her belly.
“What was what?” Eros tried to look innocent.
“That. The face you made talking about my— Oh. My. Gods. You’ve got it for my mother. That’s kind of icky.”
“Why is it icky?” Eros asked as if he couldn’t fathom why she’d think it was icky he was crushing on her mother .
“Oh, damn. You couldn’t even deny it, could you? Why? I really don’t want those images in my head.”
“Have you ever looked at your mother? She’s a woman. She’s spent her existence caring for you, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a woman’s desires.”
“Yeah, I’m the eternal toddler,” she snorted derisively. “I can hear it now. Sephone’s mom has got it goin’ on, she’s all that I want… ” Persephone sang to the tune of Stacy’s Mom by Fountains of Wayne.
“It’s not that bad, Persephone. Plus, I don’t have to tell you ‘you’re just not the girl for me’.” He laughed. “She needs a little help getting past that and everyone is too afraid of her wrath to do it. But I think this will help.” Eros pressed a cell phone into her hand.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She threw herself against him in a hug. He kissed her chastely on the forehead.
“Hurry up and get changed. We’ll go somewhere private where you can call him, okay?” Persephone got the impression he was herding her like he would a small child, but he’d been too kind and too good a friend for her to let it make her angry. If she didn’t want to be treated like a child, she shouldn’t still be acting like one.
Persephone darted to her room and began flinging clothes everywhere. She didn’t know why she cared about how she looked; it wasn’t like Hades would be able to see her over the phone. Unless Eros had popped for one of those smart vid phones, but it was going to be hard enough to make that call as it was without worrying about her hair, her makeup, or if she looked fat on the screen.
All of that aside, Persephone knew in her heart she’d wounded Hades to the very core. She’d taken his heart, something the Lord of the Underworld wouldn’t have easily surrendered.
“No, you have to be something special. She knows Hermes is gay and she still wouldn’t let me go to a movie with him.”
“That was down in the mortal world. Persephone, you’re beautiful. Men are as bad as gods. She didn’t trust Hermes could protect you. It’s the flying shoes.”
“Then why wouldn’t she let me go have lunch at his house?” She practically stomped her foot. Persephone was still angry about that.
“Because he’s shagging Hypnos, who is known to go both ways.”
“I don’t understand why keeping me a virgin was so important anyway. I mean, Spring has to fornicate to give birth to the word, right? What’s so great about being untouched?”
“I don’t know. Maybe she just wanted better for you than what she got from Zeus.”
Persephone grew quiet at that. She knew her mother had suffered because of her father. He was such an asshole. She didn’t know why all of the goddesses let him get away with it. They had all of this power, why didn’t they tighten his leash and jerk it around a few times when he got out of line? So he was King of the Gods. Well, so what?
It was as if Eros could see her thoughts. He held up his hands in a deflective gesture. “Hey, I couldn’t do anything with him. Neither could my mother. So I don’t know what you expect any of the rest of them to do.”
“It’s just… it pisses me off.”
“You look like your mom when you make that face.”
“Shut-up, I do not.” Elysium forbid she ever looked like her mother. Although, she had to admit that Demeter’s green hair was kind of cool.
“You do. But it’s not a bad thing.”
“What was that?” She studied him; apprehension and awareness were twin serpents coiled in her belly.
“What was what?” Eros tried to look innocent.
“That. The face you made talking about my— Oh. My. Gods. You’ve got it for my mother. That’s kind of icky.”
“Why is it icky?” Eros asked as if he couldn’t fathom why she’d think it was icky he was crushing on her mother .
“Oh, damn. You couldn’t even deny it, could you? Why? I really don’t want those images in my head.”
“Have you ever looked at your mother? She’s a woman. She’s spent her existence caring for you, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a woman’s desires.”
“Yeah, I’m the eternal toddler,” she snorted derisively. “I can hear it now. Sephone’s mom has got it goin’ on, she’s all that I want… ” Persephone sang to the tune of Stacy’s Mom by Fountains of Wayne.
“It’s not that bad, Persephone. Plus, I don’t have to tell you ‘you’re just not the girl for me’.” He laughed. “She needs a little help getting past that and everyone is too afraid of her wrath to do it. But I think this will help.” Eros pressed a cell phone into her hand.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She threw herself against him in a hug. He kissed her chastely on the forehead.
“Hurry up and get changed. We’ll go somewhere private where you can call him, okay?” Persephone got the impression he was herding her like he would a small child, but he’d been too kind and too good a friend for her to let it make her angry. If she didn’t want to be treated like a child, she shouldn’t still be acting like one.
Persephone darted to her room and began flinging clothes everywhere. She didn’t know why she cared about how she looked; it wasn’t like Hades would be able to see her over the phone. Unless Eros had popped for one of those smart vid phones, but it was going to be hard enough to make that call as it was without worrying about her hair, her makeup, or if she looked fat on the screen.
All of that aside, Persephone knew in her heart she’d wounded Hades to the very core. She’d taken his heart, something the Lord of the Underworld wouldn’t have easily surrendered.
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