Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales!
This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “deepen”.
Again, this story is in a state of change. As I thought of the characters, I realized that the story shouldn’t end the way I planned and that my characters need to take on new relationships with each other. I think I have it mapped out now. I think.
**Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**
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It was nearly impossible to wake up when surrounded by so many warm blankets and pillows. Deirdre felt like she was sleeping on literal clouds. Considering whose bed she was in, it was possible they once were. He was the Greek god of the sun, after all.
She rose her head up an inch to take in the setting sun. It was also enough to tell that she was alone. She had no idea where Khalil had gone. The suspicion she held gnawed at her heart. He could be off sabotaging the gods again. That was if it really was him. She truly wasn’t sure. And right now, sunk deep in Apollo’s bed aching from a day of lovemaking with Khalil, it was hard to care.
The slamming door startled her, making her bolt upright in the bed. She gripped the sheet to her bare skin as she blinked at the hallway outside the bedroom. Her heart thundered in her chest at the intrusion. It took quite a bit to frighten one of her kind. Somehow, that bang did it well.
At the sound of deep voices below, she tumbled out of bed in search of her clothes. She sat on the bed to slide her legs into her jeans then wiggled her t-shirt over her head. Leaving her boots behind, she hurried down the stairs in her bare feet.
Apollo sat hunched over on the couch, the points of his elbows digging into his thighs. His lips twisted in a snarl. With each growl he let loose, Deirdre could see the tension lines in his brow deepen. She had never seen the god so furious before.
Khalil stood with his arm crossed over his chest on the other side of the coffee table from Apollo. He stared at the god. By the frown on face he looked irritated at the deity. Despite the lack of communication between them, she could guess that they were at odds. Oh, the earlier yelling tipped her in that direction as well.
She sucked in a breath then crossed the living room. Settling next to Apollo on the sofa, she caressed his cheek gently. She thought she felt him lean into her touch.
“What’s wrong?” she asked him.
Apollo glared at Khalil. “There is another tear. This time it swallowed a mortal whole along with a passenger bus which luckily was empty except the poor soul that went with it.”