What’s Love Got To Do With It? | demigoddess
@demigod--maui
It was a new year, and Hera was finally starting to feel like a woman again. That might seem odd to an outsider, but after the loss of her husband, Hera hadn’t gone out much, she hadn’t dressed as well as she had for him. She hadn’t even realized how little she had done for herself until he was gone. It had given her more than enough time to see just how much of an influence Zeus had had on her life. It was....too much. There had been so little she had let herself enjoy for herself. Hera had looked to him and his needs. It had taken so long for her to even accept that she had needs.
But it truly was a new year. A new way to look at the world. And Hera found herself smiling more as the days passed. The weight of her husband’s murder was lifting off her chest. She could see a beauty in the world. And Hera was determined to make sure that beauty stayed. Now that she was a member of the board, Hera was sure she could work with the Great Prince, with Jiji Takayama to make sure the forest, the natural environments were all as preserved as possible. And here it was again. Hera could think of all the good things that could be done for others before she could even consider what she needed.
After all, how long had it been since she had last been held by someone? There had been Fairy’s wonderful consideration, when she had held Hera as she sobbed in the middle of the street. It had been the warmest feeling she had felt post-storm. There weren’t enough words in the world that she could use to thank Fairy. She would certainly try though. That was something that wouldn’t be negotiable. Hera would thank Fairy in every way that she could. She was going through it in her mind as she pulled out her first aid kit for the guest that she had drawn into her home.
While she had been out on main street, she had caught sight of him just as he had fallen (she hadn’t seen how he had managed that one), and heard the cry of pain that had followed shortly after. It hadn’t even been a question. Hera had raced over to the man, checked to see that no major injury had befallen him. Had that been the case, she certainly would have called for an ambulance, or to bring him personally to the hospital. She was no medical expert, but it appeared to be a sprain, and before she really knew it, she was offering for him to come home with her and be treated with some painkillers and ice. It had taken a little convincing, but in the end, here they were.
Hera turned from where she had pulled out the kit, reaching out for the fridge to also grab the ice. Once she was sure she had that, she made her way over to the man, Maui she thought he had said. “Here. I didn’t have enough hands to grab the painkillers just now, but if you’d like them, I can get them for you as well. Just be sure you don’t move your wrist too much.”