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๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง . . .
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๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ: vague mentions
of puking, and slight mention
of pregnancy loss
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ย ย A VAST DARKNESS STRETCHED ACROSS THE SKY as heavy rain clouds moved into their various positions. The rain clouds were readying themselves for a rainfall that wasn't expected to fall till later that night; acting as though they were very dark shade that hides away the town from the bright sun that it so desperately ached to touch. As all of the darkening clouds collected together and threatened the chance of heavy rain, the townsfolk began to scramble about their rather painfully mundane lives and prepare for the powerful storm.
It was late in the morning for this sleepy little town. A sharp wind blew threw all of its trees and allowed the previous morning's dew to be shaken away. Brilliance followed under the dark green canopy. An arrangement of colors flowed like a river to the edges of cliffs. Dropped off the sides of miniature mountains and crumbled with the rocks they attached to. Despite the gorgeous scenery that could have been mistaken as pieces made by gods themselves, no one came to the town for the mere hell of it. It wasn't anything special or interesting. It was a secluded little town with a small population. It was drawn away from the rest of the world and with the only sky that didn't adhere to any of the common rules.
The grey clouds swirled like waves of grey paint. Ebbing and flowing like the waves of an ocean fighting a deadly storm. A canopy of vibrant green trees stretched across the sky and laid against the dark clouds. Greeting them with their shaking leaves and eagerly waiting for their blessing. The newly grown shrubs sat in the shadows of their elders and flowers twisted with a dance to the wind. Even the animals felt the serenity that the rest of the world had seemingly forgotten.
ย DAHLIA ST. CLAIRE's dark brown eyes stared out at the vast forest that was before them all. She knew this forest all too well. She had practically grown up within these thick walls of green leaves and lush brown bark. Dahlia's feet mechanically began to carry her throughout the dark green canopies and around the maze-like structure of tall trees. Her white shoes hit the mossy, leaf-filled, and twig-riddled forest floor with a loud crunch. Dahlia's hand drifted briefly across the exposed bark of a pine tree as she lingered a little longer in the heart of the evergreen forest.
If it was any other situation, Dahlia would have taken the time to point out all of the differences between all of the various planets for Sally. She would have told Amphitrite all about the various nicknames that humans gave the various plants and why humans have the beliefs that they do about the forest in question. But, the dark, serious, and somber mood prevented the demigod from doing anything like that. Instead, she leads the group down an old forest path. The same one that Dahlia had walked up and down so many times as a mere child. Soon the forest floor eventually clashed with an old faded cobblestone path that was pushed into the soft earthy ground. The four of them quickly got to the edge of the forest and were promptly met on the road leading up to a house that overlooked the lake.
It was the only home in the dense forest, which meant that the forest the lake, and the various rivers belonged to the owner of the house.
They were truly alone here.
Well, they were almost all alone here...
"Sweetie," called a voice that was sweet like saccharine. A golden-skinned woman, who was draped in a midnight blue cloak that was decorated with various golden and silver star constellations, smiled warmly at them as she made her way out of the home. "It's so good to see you. I hope that your travels to get here were safe?"
"It was," Dahlia reassures immediately as she moves to hug her mother. Dahlia, for the first time that day, really let herself smile despite the gravity of everything. "It's always safe when I come here."
"I'm glad." Her mother says honestly as she embraces her daughter as tightly as possible. Dahlia's mother's muddy-colored brown hair flowed elegantly out from beneath her cloak and her rough features were very visible from the shadows that her cloak provided her. Her daggers made of celestial bronze were on full display as they were strapped to her side in a beautifully crafted belt holder.
"Soteria," a man greets as he protectively moves to Dahlia's unoccupied side. He had black hair, green eyes, and tan skin. He was tall, handsome, and powerful, and yet held an air to him that was gentle and kind. The woman offered him a welcoming smile as she moved to hug him. The god of the sea smiled, albeit wearily. The man in question was still a little thrown off by the warmth and kindness that his great-niece showed him. He knew of Soteria before her time as a goddess, and he knew that she had held a sort of sharp bitterness towards all the gods of Olympus for all the harm and death that they brought to their children and mortals in general; something that didn't just disappear after she was given godly hood after completing a very dangerous and important quest for Olympus.
"Poseidon, it's lovely to see you again," she offers politely as she pulls away from the man. Poseidon studies the woman before him for a fleeting second. As looks at the goddess, he can see it in her sparkling brown eyes, he can see the influence of his eldest sister. He can see Hestia's blessing burning bright within Soteria. He could see it in the way she expressed her motherly love for her daughter and her willingness to put away centuries-old wounds in favor of her daughter's happiness. It showed how she cared for her daughter's hearth; not a literal hearth, but a metaphoric hearth. The hearth, her home, and warmth, that was made by those she loved deeply and things that she cared for.
The woman that stood before Poseidon then took a glance over his shoulders to see Sally Jackson, a strikingly beautiful woman with a smile as warm as a quilt and sparkling blue eyes that changed of color in the light, as she approached them. The mortal woman was walking at a slower pace as she talked with Amphitrite, who had her left arm wrapped around the woman's waist. Amphitrite appeared as a woman with a sort of dark sandy-colored skin with short black hair that was cut into a shoulder-length shaggy bob with curtain bangs.
"Sally! Amphitrite! It's lovely to see you both! I hope the hike up here wasn't too hard on you. I know how hard pregnancy can be on one's body, especially on that of a mere mortal body." The goddess of safety offers almost apologetically. Sally weaved off the woman's worries with a bright and gentle smile. An ethereal smile that was so earth-shattering that it made gods of the sea so weak knead.
"The hike up here was more than fine. Thank you again for this." She says as she disconnects herself from her female lover. She then moved to hug the goddess that she had grown quite close to in what felt like such a short window in time. The dark-haired mortal woman then slowly pulled away from the goddess of safety. "Although, I admittedly need to sit down because I'm feeling quite nauseous."
"Of course, my dear, go on! Don't let me hold you up from getting comfortable, I was about to take my leave. I have matters to attend to in Alaska." Soteria reassured Sally with a small grin. Amphitrite and Poseidon shared silent looks of curiosity as the pair seemingly knew something that their mortal lovers were not privy to.
"Aph, why don't you guys get Sally inside and start getting settled in? I wanna have a quick word with my word with my mom, if that's alright?"
"Do what you must, Angel Fish." Hummed Amphitrite as she placed a small kiss on the top of her head before following Poseidon as he ushered Sally into the spacious house that overlooked the water. Dahlia smiled softly at her mother.
"I just wanted to thank you for..." Dahlia paused briefly as her eyes turned to look at the house and she could just barely see the outline of Amphitrite's body. The goddess and queen of the sea was laughing at something that Poseidon had said. Meanwhile, Sally looked playfully exasperated with them both as she moved towards an open seat. "For all of that you've done and for knowingly putting you're neck on the line. And, well, just everything with the house and with Sally's pregnancy."
"Of course, my dear, I would do anything for you!" Her mother states as she softly caresses her cheek. "I would burn down all of Olympus if you so much as asked." Her mother states simply as she brushes a loose brunette strand out of her face. Dahlia snorts as she shakes her head at her own mother's words.
"As much as I would love to see Zeus die so that I could stop having to find literal blind stops from the gods to be with my loved ones, I doubt that would be a rational or safe idea for you to do," Dahlia states. Her mother laughed a little and pulled away from her daughter.
"I suppose you have a point there," her mother muses. She then tilts her head as if she's in deep thought. Her mother's features turned more serious. "But, my sentiment still stands. I will do anything for you. I will protect you and your lovers as well as my future grandchild that Sally now bears. I swear that on every river in the Underworld."
"Mom," Dahlia's expression turned softer, and yet was filled with concern. "Do you even recognize what all that you're promising? Sally's kid, my kid, it will be a child of that old prophecy and if Zeus finds out about... well, there's no telling what will happen."
"I recognize that I am willing to put myself in the throws of the biggest danger out there, so let me make something clear, my daughter. I simply must do this," the goddess states fiercer than Dahlia has ever seen from her mother. "After all of the heartache you've already endured with the lost of you're pregnancy and all the trauma you've that you inevitably encountered because you simply have my blood, I have to do this for you, my only daughter. My only child that I have. And moreover, I have to do it for my grandchild."
"I love you, Mom," Dahlia says even softer as tears soon threaten to fall from her eyes. "You do more than any godly parent would ever dare do."
"I wish I could do more," Soteria admits honestly. "Wish I could offer you safe spaces to hide in for longer. I know these places I make are short and fleeting. These blind spots from the gods are hard for me to make and they don't last for long. They simply are too short to give you any time to even dare think about actually raising a child together. I can't even say if I will be able to hide the child once they are born. Which breaks my heart."
"That may be true, but we are eternally grateful for what time you can provide for us. So, thank you for that." Dahlia says reassuringly as she hugs her mother one final time.
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๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐๐. . .ย
ย ย ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ป๐พ๐ถ๐๐ด. โ ๐๐๐
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Dahlia St.Claire stared contently out the window as rain violently pelted the clear window pane as well as the windowsill as she had the window cracked open. Dahlia hummed softly as she turned her attention out toward the night sky as a storm began to roll in at a sudden full force. The once-open sky was now pouring down rain like there was no tomorrow in sight. Bright flashes of lightning were lighting up the whole sky, and thunder began to let out huge roars off in the distance. It was the second night in a row that her city was hit with a violent storm. Not that Dahlia minded. Storms were beautiful to her. They were quite intoxicating. Storms were something that was so utterly destructive, yet something so undeniably beautiful that they demanded to be watched.
She loved storms. Dahlia loved the rain. She loved how rain sounded as it hit roofs and windows. She loved the smell of s distinct blend of wet pavement, earthy petrichor, and a subtle mineral scent; the smell created a nostalgic and refreshing aroma to her. Everything about rain storms invites her in.
The demigod briefly wondered if that was just her love for rain that came as a part of growing up in one of the rainiest places in the US. Well, mainland US standard that is. The demigod couldn't help but wonder if her love for rain storms also came from her fierce love of Poseidon, the infamous Stormbringer.
"Can't sleep, can you?" Questioned a soft voice. Dahlia turned her head towards the source of the voice.
"Not really." She admits. Tonight was, unfortunately shaping up to be one of Dahlia's more sleepless nights, and very restless nights. It was just shy of three a.m. and Dahlia was just so unbelievably restless.
"Alright, move over, Angel Fish." Bossed Amphitrite with a soft look in her eyes. With a small amused chuckle, the only daughter of Soteria moved forward. Amphitrite placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder before carefully maneuvering to sit behind her lover. She ever so gently wrapped her slender arms around her lover's waist.
Dahlia felt at home in Amphitrite's arms. She felt at home under the goddess's tentative gaze. The demigod felt the overwhelming adoration in the sea goddess's eyes as they watched her carefully. The demigod felt so safe, loved, and adored in her arms.
Dahlia felt the sea goddess push her hair to one side of her shoulder before resting her chin on the now suddenly unoccupied shoulder.
"The storm sounds so peaceful." Hummed Dahlia as she listened to the splattering of rain against the rocky ground and the wooden exterior of their home. The rain was so utterly soothing. It was like a rhythmic symphony, ranging from the gentle patter of droplets on leaves to the softest of drumming on surfaces to the most violent of spatters on glass surfaces. It was such a tranquil and calming auditory experience.
After her past few long months of intense emotional turmoil, this calming and loving feeling she felt in this moment just felt right. She knew this was where she belonged. It was a place that Dahlia wanted to stay in forever, but deep down the demigod knew it could only last for a mere fleeting moment in time.
"It really is, isn't it?" Questioned the goddess with slight amusement as her eyes lingered out to the storm. Amphitrite never thought that she would ever hold such a fondness for the land above her beautiful oceans, and in some way, the sea goddess still didn't, yet as she sat in the dim lighting of Dahlia's childhood home she could admit that it was growing on her. It's not something she'd ever admit to, though. She, if ever forced to admit it, would simply say it's the people that are grown on her and not the land itself. Which would be a total lie.
"I see I'm not the only one who can't sleep." Mused Sally as she slowly wandered out to the living room of the home. She wore nothing but a long deep blue knitted sweater that reached her mid-thigh. Her brunette hair was pulled to the side and braided. The woman held telltale signs of just waking up. Dahlia silently raised her eyebrows concerned and curious. Sally was usually the one who managed to always stay asleep at night. "The baby decided I need to puke my guts out." She explained with a little annoyance in regards to the puking.
Dahlia watched as Sally made her way through the rustic living. She ventured across the sprawling hardwood flooring as she moved towards them. Grey walls held her shadow as her body was lit up by the dim lighting of a vintage-style chandelier.
"I'm sorry, my Love. That sounds awful." Amphitrite says sincerely as she looks over at their other lover.
"It's just part of the pregnancy territory." She says honestly with a shrug. "Plus, it's worth it for the little sea we get from it." She says with a fond look on her face as her left hand subconsciously moves to hold her stomach. Sally moved to sit on one of the couches that was closest to the two of them.
"And a beautiful child it will be." Poseidon hums as he appears from out of one of the rooms and moves into the hallway that feeds into the living room. The see god was holding a thick dark blue blanket in one hand and a small crinkly green box in the other. Poseidon moved towards the pregnant. "I found what you were looking for."
"Thank you." She hums appropriately as she reaches forward to place a gentle hand on his cheek and kisses him before moving to grab the items in his hand. She wrapped herself in the blanket that had brought her comfort since the beginning of her pregnancy; a lush fluffy deep ocean-blue blanket that was given to her by Amphitrite as a first-date gift. Sally loved the blanket as it always smelled of her two godly lovers; it smelt of the crisp ocean breeze, saltwater, seaweed, and strangely a tinge of cocoanut. Which was nice to have when neither she nor Dahlia couldn't be with them. It was like they had a constant piece of them.
"I thought you hated seaweed." Teased Dahlia good naturally as she noticed the label on the green box in Sally's hand.
"It's the baby." Sally retorts with a playful eye roll as she slowly opens the box of dry seaweed and begins to eat it as she listens to the storm happening outside.
"Seaweed is good for babies, especially one from the sea, you know," Amphitrite states after they fall into a sort of conferable silence. Sally merely hums in acknowledgment.
"The baby better like other things than seaweed because imagine the horrible nicknames the other kids would give them if the only thing they eat is seaweed."
"It'd probably be something like seaweed brain or something stupid." Snorts Sally as she fondly recalls all the stupid nicknames her parents and her high school friends had given her years ago. The memories seemed like such a far-out thing as her parents had died just after she graduated high school.
The mortal woman smiles contently as she feels Poseidon move to sit next to her on the couch before he pulls her towards his brood chest. And for a second, the godly world with all its dangers and looming prophecies is forgotten about and they breathe in a moment of pure utter bliss. They enjoy a fleeting moment of domestication and love. And celebrate Sally's pregnancy as it should be - a really good thing - instead of a forbidden thing.
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