Private Tour || Pippa/Theron
Pippa was not accustomed to craving someone’s attention. She was not used to desiring the company of someone. She was happy on her own, perfectly content to do her job, take what she wanted and go about her life as she had since before the mortals crawled onto land and decided they were superior. She was a goddess, a queen that walked the earth. She did not need the attention of anyone... and yet.
In the bright lights of her beauty shop, Pippa’s mind drifted from the hair that she cut and the chat of the stylists around her. She ignored the sounds of the dryers and paid no attention to the fumes that hung in the air. Her mind wandered to a smartly dressed creature, handsome and cunning in both forms that he wore. His voice was smooth and glided over her, sending a shiver down her spine when she recalled it. She felt silly, but the smile his memory brought to her lips refused to go away. Just as the memories of their encounters. The way he had brought her from the new world into the old with simple mentions of the celts. The way her fingers felt in the fur of his sandy colored coat and how his purr had rumbled through her.
It was hard to focus on anything but the way he had made her feel when she was in his presence. It was hard to understand why she was standing in a salon lowering herself to such menial tasks when she was a goddess. Pippa forced herself to finish for the day, do what she did best, make the mortals (and immortals) beautiful and when it was all over and she was locking up for the night, the white goddess took herself over to the little gallery that she knew Theron ran. She knocked on the glass, one single rap on the door, who’s key it looked like had already been turned and the sign flicked off. She knew he had been there recently, could see his energy fading, but she did not know if he was still there.
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