That Time Again || Amphoseidon, yr. 2005
The autumn air in NYC was much different than in her little town in Georgia. Of all Amphitrite’s past lives, all the places she’d been, the state of the peaches and peanuts had never been graced by her presence. While it’d started out rough, being born to parents who didn’t even want her and then waiting five years until a family did, she did look back fondly at her life before the goddess in her awakened. She’d even wished that she would’ve never “woken” up; that the part of her who was a queen of the sea, eternally in love with her king, Poseidon, and who had children she loved even more dearly had never been given the ability to reincarnate with her. Amphitrite secretly wanted to remain the simple girl with the hopes of becoming the next Oscar de la Renta.
Yet time passed after her twelfth birthday and the goddess knew it was time to begin both her quest at an amazing life and to find her ancient family. Unfortunately, she wasn’t built with an internal compass that pointed her in their direction. So it was with both reasons in mind that she’d applied to fashion school in the city that never sleeps, hoping she’d accomplish at least one of her goals during her time there.
With quick steps she strode through Central Park, her nose stuck in a design book that she couldn’t stop investing her time with. Her roommate, Rebecca, flanked her right side, attempting to make small talk but knowing Amphitrite--to her, Rosalind--was hardly paying attention. It wasn’t until there was a faint gasp sounded from the fellow fashion student that her brown eyes left the pages of her prized possession.
“What?” she asked, looking around to see what her roommate could’ve been making such noises about.
“Um, like, the hottest guy is over there and I’m no fortune teller or whatever but something is totally telling me that fate didn’t make you break out your new Stella McCartney dress to not run into someone like him.”
Amphitrite couldn’t help but to roll her eyes at Rebecca, though definitely accepting the compliment. “I don’t see any guy remotely my type--” her words cut short when she did, though. Just off in the distance there was a man, perhaps a little older than her physical age, who could’ve easily modeled for Calvin Klein if he wanted. By a new-found habit, she bit her lower lip.
“I dare you to talk to him,” her roommate jested with a playful smile. Amphitrite shook her head.
“I can’t. We have to get lunch and then I have to start this project and--” the titan kept going, making up half of the excuses until finally her counterpart sighed and kept their walking.
But there was this feeling. It was a feeling she’d gotten before, plenty of times, and they all indicated to one thing. Her heartbeat quickened. “No, you know what. I will,” Amphitrite suddenly decided while shutting her book and heading in his direction. As she got closer, however, she started to panic. If this man wasn’t Poseidon she would have to marry this gorgeous stranger and she knew it wouldn’t go well with her should-be husband.
Her voice was a bit breathless when she asked, “What do you know about the greek god Poseidon?”
