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"Guess I'm out of my wits completely..." I smiled and bit on my right index finger.
"Come on!" Neyta urged.
"...but it's Zeus..."
I guess I had expected a lot of comments here but everyone including Neyta became totally muted.
After a while Scadé of all people was the one to break the silence.
"You mean the Zeus?"
"Is there anyone else with that name?" Neyta scorned.
"Yeah, it's him all right," I answered. And here came the babbling.
"Are you out of your..."
"I though he was with... "
"No, Amaterasu's been dumped..."
"Hera, you're in deep trouble here. Not just politically. I'd back out with the speed of light if I was you. "
I looked at Freya who had spoken the last sentence. That's why I like this girl so much. She had already left gossip-status and given the political implications a thought.
"Why should she? Because you want him?"
"Oh, shut up, Ra!" Freya snarled. "Of course the elected Chair Lady of the Nexus c
The HurricaneThe Hurricane
"Oh, come on, Hera," said Neyta. "That look on your face, I mean, you are radiant! You look even happier than when the final vote was done on Opening Ceremony day. So who is he?"
"There's no 'he'," I lied, blushing. I had no idea that I was so transparent. What to say now?? But I got saved - not by the proverbial bell but by Scadé who entered the New Dawn office with her red curls ruffled from flying, Maia coming in after her with new pens and notebooks.
"It's really windy out there," Scadé said. "And I mean windy. Not like just another winter storm, but almost like the storms back home in Valhallah when we have to get everything inside and bolt the doors. And trees get uprooted and even stuff like cars and smaller structures get taken by the wind."
"Really," I said. Scadé was not the weather-chit-chat person. And as a confirmation the large glass window suddenly creaked beneath the force of a strengthening in the wind. I looked outside. S
Finding Zeus was not hard. For once he was using his Nexus office. I didn't bother with announcing my appearance, I just rushed by his assistants and through the great double doors without knocking. Zeus was meeting with the divine hyperpantheon delegates Xenon and Dione when I entered the spacious corner office, and the two of them looked up with a mix of surprise and irritation. Zeus's expression was harder to read though.
"Zeus, can I talk to you alone?" I asked, tried to sound demanding. This is an emergency. Zeus rose, looking at the two Liberals and hesitated a second before saying:
"If you'll excuse us. This will only take a minute I guess." Then the king nodded to me: "Come, Hera, we'll use the small conference room. Hope this really is as urgent as you say. I don't want to be rude to the delegates."
We entered the not-so-small room to the side of Zeus's office and I skipped the preludes:
"Zeus, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry about everything. Can you forgive me?" I wanted
Stop runningStop Running!
Four days later Sakura was born and Amaterasu went up to the Olympos to let the father behold his child. I had already seen the little girl, she had been so cute. Ami had been radiantly happy when he set off for the mountain top. But when I should have been happy for my friend, I was raging with jealousy instead. Raging because Amaterasu had something together with Zeus that I didn't, and was probably not ever going to get, because I had no intention to 'egg' him as Europa had.
I was sitting in the Chair Lady's office trying to work, but I could not get the visions out of my head. The visions of Zeus and Amaterasu together with their young girl. Zeus holding Sakura. Maybe the 'third's a charm'"thing Neyta had been talking about would work this time. I felt tears burning beneath my lids, and I had hard to understand these feelings. Half a year ago I had told Amaterasu that I'd be more than happy if she patched it up with Zeus. But that was 'pre-Harvest Holiday'.
A night at OlymposA night at Olympos
The part of the Nexus session following the Harvest Holiday is dedicated to the budget and finances of the Union. It's generally considered the most tedious part of the political year. Not surpricingly I felt every minute of it here in the Chair Lady's office.
First there is this limited amount of money. Money never seems to be enough, whatever you do. Then there are all these "I want"-ers. They pop up like autumn flowers every year around this season. Organisations and lobbyists as well as the sole god or mortal who keeps claiming that just their case is so important and that they require this and that amount of money to make it tick. After a while I learned to hand over these delegations to my new assistant Tiaros. He was a bit harder to convince, and he usually came in to me with a smug look on his face and let me know that he had turned them down.
Another great helper I couldn't have done without was Olympic Iris. She scared off most of the lobbyists by ke
The Harvest Holiday banquetThe Harvest Holiday banquet
Settling down in the office as Nexus Chair Lord took a while. The first thing to do was finding a new Argosite immortal delegate. The chose fell not unexpectedly upon Argus. He was here and he was beginning to know the workings of the Nexus. Selene needed her pantheon to run the region and Cheiron wanted to stay home in Argos with his family.
I remained formal head over the New Dawn, but Freya and Ra ended up doing all the practical work. I also felt that we needed a better connection to the mortal branch, so Xurasa became appointed to that task, and with a recommendation to get to know the mortal head Auirey Leyorda well. Neyta remained assigned to the information gathering part as did 'always-having-a-good-answer'-Apeliotes when it came to press contacts.
Then I lost Kandrios. It was his jealousy that finally killed our relation. This time he had got the impression that it was Ra I was having on my mind.
"We were working, for Chaos' sake."
Electing a Chair LordElecting a Chair Lord
"Hera, wait!" Amaterasu came hasting through the air after me, diving like a falcon.
"'Bout Zeus-san. I don't want him. You can have him. "
I started to laugh.
"Who said I'd want him? For the millionth of times, Ami, we're just friends. But your baby?" I indicated her little bulge, "I thought it was Zeus's."
"That's true I admit. We tried to patch it up after the last session was over. He took me among all those blooming cherry trees at the Olympic slopes. That's why my daughter will be named Sakura. Cherry Blossom."
"Romantic! Too bad you two couldn't make it work. You'd have my blessing if it had. Two of my best friends together as a happy couple. "
"I want a man who's wholly mine. I don't want to share him," the Nipponese said. "What is it really with Zeus and all women? "
"Let's land!" I sat down on the top of a skyscraper and Amaterasu sat down next to me. She had taken Freya's advice and was wearing less colours and patterns and she looke
Another year begins"Elli claims that the child she's expecting is Zeus's. And so does Amaterasu, who obviously has tired of Androdorus. She's trying to win Zeus back! Neyta said. So what I think we're going to see here over the nearest weeks is catfight supreme! Beside the political battle of course."
I laughed at my friend. We were back in Ekarantanni after the vacations, and it was like nothing had happened while we had been away. Like Ekarantanni had been frozen while I spent time with Cheiron and Khariklo and Maionia, their firstborn, in Argos. The law firm moving in on top of the New Dawn HQ was still performing noisy renovations of their offices and Zeus was still chasing girls. And there were still girls chasing Zeus too. And most of all: Neyta was still the Queen of Gossip.
But there were a few changes anyhow. A new province in, and that was neither Avalon (Zeus had been right about them voting 'no') nor Lukandia (some delays in their negotiations prevented them from joining this year), it was th
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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