His roaming hands fidgeted with the pen against the desk for the thirtieth time. Nerves; of course, hiding below his professional demeanor, broad shoulders like columns, tucked back sturdily against the cool of his leather chair. He looks up at the clock, brows furrowing as his eyes watch its hands mocking him in their snailish pace; torturous little pests. They were lifeless mind readers, knowing just how difficult it was keeping himself away from her.
He had tried to delegate, to swiftly avoid almost every bureaucratic matter that related to the hourglass framed beauty. But it was Friday, and like always, Hecate had sent him another last minute excuse to get out of work early.
She could at least put in some effort in masking her excuses from their fresh reek of Minotaur dung, but respect was becoming scant as sunbirds in the underworld.
‘Remember to check in with Kore at the end of the day! ;) ;)’ —Hecate
That little tricksterette… ‘You realize this is not going to go unpunished.’ —Hades
‘Looking forward to you trying ;)’ —Hecate
Fuck. Olympian women, and their devious plotting. Olympian anyone and their devious scheming. He leans his head back against the obsidian leather, shutting his eyes for a moment to clear his head, but as always, she is there. A violet tint colors his cheeks. There was no way around it, and maybe, he didn’t want there to be.
Without wasting another second, he pushes the chair back and takes a stand, wiping the dust off the jacket of his suit and fixing the collar. He looks at his reflection in the office’s window, making sure he appears presentable, before finally making his way to the spring goddess’s work station. “Work treating you alright?”
focus on work, focus on work. that’s what was repeating in her head for quite a while. at first she didn’t notice her boss coming when she was straightening her papers and filing them but then she noticed something blue coming straight for her desk. oh no... she quickly straightened up her hair, back straight, straight to business look and nothing else. hopefully he wouldn’t notice the awkward smile she was putting on for him. her fingers tapped on her own desk; her smile shining. “yep! never better, sir.”
maybe she worded it wrong. he wasn’t asking if she was alright. she sort of assumed the question but she was going with it anyhow. “how has work been treating you, sir?” strictly business, right? right. no need to show weakness right now. she could cry when she got a moment but right now it wasn’t going to be in front of her boss. even though she wasn’t trying to show weakness, she felt...uncomfortable yet glad to see him at the same time. it’s like she missed him being around.
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