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I sing of rich-haired Demeter

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timing is everything| hermes + demeter

She’ll have to shower twice when she gets to the dilapidated apartment she currently calls home, and she sincerely doubts twice will be enough to get rid of both the city’s grime and the sensation of lecherous eyes on her skin. The way the foster father in the home that she visited today oggled Demeter is enough to make her want to remove the child from that house immediately but she knows that legally, this is not enough of an excuse to. And unlike the old days, she can’t simply take the child away with her.

Then again... it wasn’t that easy keeping young ones safe from the hold of lustful men back in the old days either, she thinks with a pang.

And so instead she walks through crowded streets, hands balled into fists at her side and ichor boiling, ready to pulverize the next cretin to cross her path.

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there are always more springs ||demeter + apollo

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It had been a nice day, all considered. You didn’t get too many nice days in big cities- not like this. Clear skies, bright sun, a couple clouds. For as much as he liked big cities and their noise, their lively thrum, and sometimes even the sound of heavy rain skittering off the sides of chrome buildings, he ended up missing the sun more often than not. It was a part of him, after all, and cities were notorious for their overcast skies. Sometimes not even he could get around them.

So, he decided to enjoy the small grace of sunlight for as long as it lasted. A walk through the park seemed best. Though he hadn’t really expected to be spending it with someone else. Still- it was a rare occasion you got two gods in the same place at the same time by chance. 

Stopping to lean against a tree, he was quiet for a moment before adjusting so he wasn’t blocking the rays hitting the sunbathing figure. And then he’d been found out- though it wasn’t like he was really trying to hide. 

The words surprisseeee came to him for a moment before he shrugged them off, and instead he smiled, making a tip of an imaginary hat. 

“Afternoon, ‘Emeter, fancy seeing you here. Enjoying yourself?”

And then, softer, he folded his arms over his chest before he started again. “Sorry if I caught you off guard. Though…quite the day we’re having, huh?”

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It wasn’t entirely surprising to see Apollo out and about. He was tasked with driving the sun chariot, after all, such a position required traveling and the god of the sun had always been one of the more sociable gods. All things considered, it was probably far more unusual to see Demeter in a crowded and choking city (the very same ones she swore she’d never live in) than it would be to run into Apollo, yet here they both were.

She always prided herself on being independent from her loud, obnoxious family but she couldn’t deny how good it felt to see a fellow god outside of Olympus. She and Apollo might not have been the friendliest, but there was never hostility between the two either. Her crops depended on his sunlight the way his worshipers depended on her harvest: a fitting example of the balance needed between the gods to keep the world from descending into chaos.

“Hello to you too,” She greeted him lazily. “It’d be a shame not to appreciate your chariot’s sunlight. Tell me, why is it your hours in this city always feel so fleeting?”

Unlike Greece or Egypt, this city was gray and dirty and cold. She always wondered if others tasted ash when they walked its streets, or if that was only her. Her dislike of large cities had only increased during her time here, but here was where she was needed and here she would stay for the time being.

“You didn’t catch me off guard, I knew exactly who was there.” Demeter lied, and laid back against the grass. “So what is it that brings you here?”

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there are always more springs || hestia + demeter

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Hestia was making her way home from the nearby University - she’d taken to sitting in on architecture and interior design classes in different schools, merely for enjoyment more than anything else.  It was something productive to do with her time, and the emergence of modern architecture was quite fascinating.  While she mostly enjoyed spending her time in coffee shops and cozy cafes, Hestia couldn’t help but notice all of the families playing outside in the sunshine in the nearby park, and she found herself drawn to the park.  What she hadn’t expected was to see a familiar face sunning herself, and a fond smile pulled at the corners of Hestia’s lips.  Settling down beside Demeter, Hestia got comfortable herself, and waited until Demeter opened her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, I just can’t quite help but be drawn to a familiar face.”

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They all shared the ability to change forms but some souls are unmistakable, no matter how glamoured their exterior shell might be. Hestia’s was one. Her sweet heart-shaped face practically radiated the same glow of the hearth that Hestia kept burning so faithfully, Demeter mused as she greeted her favorite of sisters.

“You didn’t startle me, not terribly.” Demeter grinned and closed her eyes again to shield them from the sun, more out of habit than the possibility of that brat of Zeus’ causing her any harm. “What brings you here, away from Olympus?”

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Finished~

Rhea’s children characters from MYth © Zelda C. Wang

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Read MYth online at Manga Magazine.net

Completed short stories: My Seasons and Eternal Gift Currently on-going: A Promise

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there are always more springs ||open

With her face upturned after a morning spent in a heavily air conditioned building, the lady of the harvest takes a moment to delight in the sun's warm light. This immediately brings to mind the poor nymph that turned herself into a sunflower to follow the sun’s path through the sky. She racks her mind, trying to remember the name of the girl but it is to no avail. The years catch up with the gods too, and Demeter can hardly expect herself to remember the name of every single life that her family has touched. 

Regardless, Demeter takes a moment to remember the nameless girl. She will mourn her if no one else will.

But no. this is not the time for mourning. This is Spring, the best time of the year as far as Demeter’s concerned (Summer always races by and then her daughter is gone again, as quickly as she came). She’ll enjoy this sunlight and remember the poor sunflower girl some other time. 

Demeter opens her eyes and blinks, surprised she’s no longer alone.

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