“Aye, but tha’ doesn’t mean it couldn’t have been nice.I could have taken you to dinner, or brought you back a new flower from the lost moon of Poosh.”
“Oh, you should see me in the mornings. Quite a sight to see, all borin’ and eating breakfast. Ahm- Lust. Daveny is her professor name. It sounds a bit more graceful or somethin’. I’ve told you about Lust, yeah?”
“I promise, next time I leave, I’ll say goodbye.” Because she would have to leave again. It was her nature.
“Lust? She was a he last time you spoke of him…her. And the domestic Doctor…is this Lust’s doing?”
“Not at all. People flatter when they want something. I requre nothing. Except, perhaps, to admire the beauty you bring into my temple.”
Aphrodite wasn’t known for complimenting her fellow goddesses. Any comment could spark jealousy and then they’d have another competition on their hands. But Demeter had the type of earthly beaty you could not help but to aknowledge.
“Age’s a trivial matter by now. Tell me why you are tired instead, and if there is anything I can do to help. I have been busy preparing for the blue moon, but nothing’s too straining around here.”
“Then I shall accept the compliment, gladly, thank you.”
There were few that could comment on her beauty without debate, and Aphrodite seemed to be the top of that list. The goddess was beauty incarnate, and her Grace was nothing if not the essence of loveliness.
“Simply a great deal of travel in a short amount of time. I’ve made this realm my permanent home, and when matters on the Mountain need tending to I must travel back and forth.”
“Aye, but I think tha’ a little goodbye would ‘ave been nice from the both of you- I was worried, you know.”
The Doctor nodded eagerly, and linked his arm through hers, curious to see where she’d take him. He’d been starting to use his TARDIS a lot more, so he hadn’t any idea to where he was. “Well, I’d jus’ picked up the TARDIS key again. After Daveny’s been gone for a while now, I figured tha’ I’d pick up my old life. Old, borin’ life.”
“You know how much I hate goodbyes. As for Helios…I cannot speak for him.”
“Old boring life, indeed. There is nothing boring about you, Doctor. Who is Daveny? I don’t recall ever hearing about them?” She walked slowly, arm linked in his.
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“If it isn’t my lovely niece.”
Lovely… you know, when Demeter wasn’t busy blaming her or Eros for the fate of her children.
“You have changed since I last saw you. If I hadn’t visited Atlas recently I would say you have the world on your shoulders.”
“Aphrodite you flatter me.”
Though, when the goddess of all things beautiful calls you lovely it might be best o trust she knows what she is talking about.
“I have only grown older, and tireder I assure you. Nothing more. But you look very well, my dear Aunt. I am glad to see you in such a way.”
“Oh well-….Didn’t expect to hear from him. Darn sod.”
A hug was given, long lanky arms easily wrapping about Demeter, and lifting her some, before twirling them both. “I’ve jus’ gotten back as well! This las’ week, I’ve only returned! Isn’t tha’ grande? We’ve both returned!”
“We all have a job to do Doctor. I cannot blame him for doing it.”
She laughed as they turned, and when he set her down she stepped back, her hands sliding to cup his bony elbows. “Where were you off to? Come, tell me of all your grand adventures while I was gone. I’m sure they’re much more exciting than where I was.”
“You’ve not….encountered Helios, have you?”
“Aye, aye! I’ve missed you, look at us! My home has returned, the very soul of this giant planet is back! Can you hear the choir boys rejoice, dear Demeter?” It was a joke of course, but he smiled and took her in for a hug.
“I haven’t. I believe he’s back to his duties as the sun. His time is always limited by the day.”
She chuckled softly and wrapped her arms around him, ever aware of her strength and careful not to harm him. “I’ve always loved those names you had for me, my friend. I am so glad to be here once more.”
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“O’ course I do! I jus’-….So many of my Deity friends were disappearing….I thought-…”
“I did, for a while. But I’m back now.”
“I’ve missed it here, and you.”
Jehan smiled back at her, for a moment speechless and frozen in his spot, but his fingers twisted the hem of his shirt. He looked at her, looking over her, examining and drinking her in, she was the embodiment of spring, in skin, in scent, in warmth.
‘Bonjour.. Ca va?’
He was youth, and joy and love and romance, as well as his own hidden darkness. She had watched him from Olympus and had enjoyed what she saw. There had always been a soft spot in her heart for cultivators of her works.
“Bon. And how are you, my dear poet?”