โ for whatever you like โ she was quick to place some away and hand her the basket with the few bottles left โ don't tell Hermes I gave you them โ they were for him . I will find an excuse for the few bottles left โ
she quietly hums. a nod following suit.
a step closer towards her mama again.
โ for the journey ? โ
she hopes , that her mama sees this as her willing enough to meet her halfway.
she knows right there and then that , once again , she's hit where it hurts. she always manages to do so.
but her sour mood remains , as does the distance she's put between them. her eyes no longer find those of her mama.
โ I know. โ
barely a few drops touch her and she chuckles . how childish she thought
โ you're sweet talking me Hermes โ she points out โ now I'm truly suspicious of you โ
Demeter has her gaze on them as she lowers herself back into the waters โ hardly believe that's the case โ I am no other god's favourite goddess to spend time with โ
Demeter's lips press into a thin line, the annoyance on her face shifts into a soft sadness that can be seen mostly through her eyes .
she will never forget or forgive her brother for this ...
โ remember dear ... I loved you first and most โ
and she knows. it always goes like this. they almost always part like this.
her mood sours , the flowers wilt. as she steps away from her mother.
a quiet scoff.
โ I am. โ
โ...โ
she didn't like that , it was in the way her lips curled in displeasure and a crease between her eyebrows began to form
โ suit yourself Kora , go to that husband of yours โ
โ 'm sorry , mama. โ
but that's the way it is.
her husband's calling for her , she can feel it in the way the earth lightly rumbles.
โ I'll visit 'gain next time , real soon , mama. โ
โโ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฟ๐
ฮฮตฯฯ / Iลซpiter
god of the sky & thunder.
ruler of olympus.
greek / roman mythology.
mature themes. descriptive.
โก & โป.