Olympian Confessions

Ixion’s only crime seems to be stupidity and desiring the most unreachable female in existence.

He always did have all the tact of a rampaging bull.

Damn his cool logic to Tartarus.

Hera’s little dragon marches over and flicks his tongue at me. He bops my ankle with his head before deciding his mistress is much more interesting.

I allow myself the luxury of a sigh.

She crawls out of bed and wraps me in her arms. “Do not look so sad or I will not be able to leave.”
I suck in the lip that traitorously slipped into a pout.

There are quite a lot of unborn children and very young babies admitted to Elysium and we carry as many of them in our arms as we are able.

He tangles his hands in my hair and gently massages my scalp. “I could never have hoped for a more perfect partner in my life. Thank you for what you have given me.”

The question lodges in my throat like dry bread and I have neither courage nor wine to wash it free.

When we arrive at the Gates her nymphs are huddled in a group. The dæmons do their best to entertain them, but they are just as bewildered by the nymphs as the ladies are by their new surroundings.