The only possible route of escape sealed with the heavy wooden doors closing without a creek. Not knowing what I was supposed to so, I waved in a frantic manner, my voice showing my nervousness as I said. "Hey."With his languid unwavering expression he only stared, making me feel more awkward. Maybe he wasn't actually angry and it was just me over thinking things. Reassuring myself that it was indeed the case, I took slow calculated steps towards him.Coming to a stop at arm's distance, in quick movements of hand, touched his forehead and retreated it back. "You have a slight fever." Judging from the warm sensation my palm felt I informed him, still unable to look him in the eye for some reason. I also feared that I wouldn't be able to withdraw when it came to those amber eyes. Shaking my head off the image, I turned to place my bag on the table and take out the necessary to tackle the symptoms. In the short while of unzipping the bag, I was unable to hold myself back from looking
Soothing music, a warm shower and a bucket of ice-cream was what I needed, not his painting staring at me tauntingly. After the outburst, I had let my feet guide me through the dark castle halls. Consequently fatigued, I eased into a window sill, a little too late to notice the paintings lining the opposite wall and too tired to stand up again.I lasted a good two minutes before giving into insanity. "You never smile don't you?" I asked the sculptured face, not smiling myself. "Just you wait, all that glaring and frowning will give you permanent wrinkles." "Of course, you are talking to a painting." Someone seemed particularly amused.The small shift as I turned to search for a set of bright blue-eyes caused me to fall ungracefully to the floor. Instantly the corridors echoed his musical laughter which to me lost its heavenly touch with the annoyance it caused me.Not in a mood to bicker, I dusted off sitting myself back on the broad frame. He fell silent with my lack of energy slow
"What could he be jealous of? Is it that he can't reach my level of crazy?" I joked wishing it was all just a sad joke. Pinching my cheeks, Will smiled. "He is not jealous of you""Then who is the King of the Underworld jealous of?" "That's what makes it so funny." He fell into another round of hysterics falling on to the floor as I get off. Smashing his fists on the floor, his laughs turned into coughs and ragged breaths, marking the onset of another cycle. Ignoring the laughing mess, I turned on my heels ones again letting myself be lost in the maze of corridors. Making colorful faces at each painting I passed by I wondered the time and the effort the artist took to bring them into such detailed authenticity. Differentiable backgrounds and attires, only his stoic face remained constant. But with close inspection, one could notice the changing shades of darkness and sky that his eyes cast. One such painting held me in place, with the iris burning like molten magma and dark pupils
After about, say fifty such questions Will looked as if he had lost all sanity. But like a true gentleman, he answered each question owing to the promise he made. In the process of torturing Will, I had wholly forgotten about a certain god, but he appeared before my eyes upon his magnificent chariot, his hands combing through the mane of his prized steed.His eyes moved our way, neither surprised or expecting our arrival.....My arrival that is, seeing that Will was no longer in sight. I swore silently to have my revenge for his betrayal. Coming back to my current situation, I thought to myself. Should I turn around and run or walk away with attitude, maybe flip my hair while turning. But by his arched eyebrow that welcomed a challenge and the thinned lips waiting for me to start sprinting, he knew catc
I did not stick around for Will's explanation and sprinted out of the room only to come back soon after. "Will you be okay Greene?" The smile he had on faltered in a moment of surprise before he replied."I am healthy as a half-dead horse chased around by the God of death." He paused and suddenly as if he remembered he was meant to assure me he blurted out. "As healthy as a living-horse, who is not being chased by the God of death." I felt my forehead crease. "What I mean is that though the wounds were deadly being inflicted by Lord Hades himself and all, I am still..." He trailed off, realizing that he wasn't really "assuring" me in any way. Before he could speak again, it was Will who intercepted. "What he means to say is that he will be fine, you don't have to worry. I will look after him." "You would?" The question came at Will from both sides; Greene's astonishment no different from mine.Will nodded sparing none a single glance as he poure
With the grace of an elegant ballerina I followed him through the wide halls, only my head twisting and turning in silent protest. Hades, my current kidnapper hasn't shown any signs of acknowledging these efforts and as my body floated off the floor and I very much wanted to scream, but I was deprived of my ability of speech. Giving up, I let him lead me through the outergates and to the river which lay close to the eastern wing of his castle. Coming to a halt, he turned back to me, receiving my glare with a much practiced stotic stare.Is he planning on drowning me? I haven't angered him that level, haven't I?"I am going to free you now." He declared shadowing a warning. This meant that the drop kick I was planning on manoeuvring had to wait.When the invisible locks fell apart, I was dropped to the ground and I flexed and shook my limbs. "Hello, hellooo." I tested my voice and finding everything was back to how they were, I fixed a sweet smile upon my face.Just as I turned to
I stared back at him, wondering where he had gotten such an idea. It would have been less surprising if he had simply said. "It's frustrating to see your pouty face, so I give you my apology and accept it!"A giggle escaped my lips imagining his poker face as he said those lines. Shaking my head, I brought my mind to reality. " I can't believe that..." I started, but took an unfortunate miscalculated step back and found no floor for support. And then as I noticed the side rails that I couls have caught onto, a brilliant idea set off in my crooked mind.Sporting a winning smirk and folded hands, I made no effort to save myself from peril.In a messy splash I was greeted by the currents of thr dazzling river. A more graceful and quiet splash followed and we emerged face to face, one with a smirk and the other a frown."You weren't going to drown." He announced looking up the flowers I upheld.I ģrinned, but the comeback died in my mouth in momentary distraction. Each droplet drippin
I took the road less traveled by. The evening walk somehow awoke my inner ballerina. And so I twisted around in the summer wind.The first turn went well, the second not as much as I would have liked, but luckily no one was around to watch my embarrassing fall.It was when I waa rejoicing over this fact that it happened, my meeting with the strangest guest."A..aaa.ACHOOO." I sneezed not finding it surprising given the amount of time I get soaked these past few weeks."A...ACHOOOO."I sneezed again and the force almost knocked me off my feet, but I was steadied to my feet while a warm brown coat pulled over my shoulder."You might catch a cold walking around without a coat like that." Swiftly I turned taking a step back as I met with an unfamiliar face. Stromy tormented blue orbs peeked through delicate long lashes.The lightest shade of platinum locks and skin like jade reminded me of another blue eyed monster.William Isherwood, that is.As I lingered on the similarity between the