97 97. gods

"My father spoke back to Zeus and to punish him he took me away from him and cast be here to only return after my death. For years all I wished for was to die but he hid the dagger of the sun far away to only be found by a great warlock. But for centuries there was no one warlock who dared to find it. No one warlock who dared to wield it. Until a year ago."

"So you are a god. Is there no way you can see your family other than this, your death." She asked thoughtfully. She raised up her head so she could meet his eyes. He was again lost in thought and sad. She managed a strain smile her lips curving upwards.

"There is no other way. Zeus knew what he was doing that's why he has brought you to me after all these years to stop me from giving up myself when she comes. He wanted to give me a reason to stay on this earth. He wanted to strike a hard bargain, earth and Neptune, love and family. And now I have my people I cannot just leave them and you."

"Family always comes first Lucius." Monica said. Her lips were getting too dry and she licked them resting back on his chest. "Family should always come first. I don't think any one else will love us more."

"You are family to me now." He smiled, pulling her up by the waist so her eyes could meet his. "You are my family now and I love you."

"But you also want to meet them don't you. Your real family. What if you find a way to have all three, your family, your people and your love or at least two?"

"I don't think mother earth would be that merciful and kind to me but if there be a way, I would take it with the finest smile ever. I do want to see them, my family, my people, my home."

"You should. If I had a chance to I'll." She sighed. She closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead bringing her close to him.

" I did know that you were a god, or least I suspected. I've seen a lot of pretty humans yours was not human." He snivelled and shook his head like she said something inappropriate.

"So I'm pretty, never have I been told such." He smiled. She smiled back at him her head resting on her arms as she looked up at him using her left hand to caress the stubbles on his face. She loved how they gave him a kind of rugged look.

"Actually you know, there is no word in the dictionary that can do justice to your beauty, My love. And I will know since I'm a writer and we do have a vast knowledge of words."

"Neither does any do justice to yours. My love, my soul." He pulled her cheeks forcing her to smile.

"My heart." She added smiling naughtily. He chuckled, then smirked knowing exactly what was going on in her mind without even reading it. He was amused and as was she so they looked at each other with a broad smile on their face loving the thought that they could understand one another without having to speak.