Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales!
This week’s word prompt is “restless”. We’re back with the second book of The Gods of DC Series. Athena has quite a bit on her plate at the moment.
*Warning - there are adult situations and language.**
Athena rubbed her brow as she sat up and shuffled the papers on her desk. On the upside, she more than likely would have her place to herself by the time she got off work. True, Juliet wouldn’t make it easy for Ares. The god of war would have to beg and grovel to win her back.
But that was the thing. He’d win her back. They were so deep in love there was no doubt she’d go back to him. And now they had a little one to share that love with.
And knowing the love they shared made her restless. Her brother was a grade-A asshole and found his happily ever after. Was she ever going to find hers?
She growled under her breath. It wasn’t going to happen within the walls of the Pentagon. She reached over and flipped off her computer. She stacked up the last few stray sheets of paper on her desk. Maybe she’d go get a drink while the lovebirds vacated her place.
She stopped as her gaze landed on a form. She studied the last checkoff form for the newest fighter jet the Air Force had purchased. Sleek, stealthy and fast, it called out to the war goddess in her. She scanned the sheet to find where it was and smiled when she read the location. It was housed just a few miles away.
“Screw the bar. Let’s take this baby for a spin,” she muttered to herself as she dropped the form on the pile. Scooping up her keys and purse, she made a beeline for the door without so much as a goodbye to anyone in her department.
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There were a few perks to being a goddess. Believe it or not, living for eternity wasn’t one of them. However, tinkering with mortal things like the flight schedules for billion dollar fighter jets was without a doubt worth it.
Athena zipped up her jumpsuit then picked up her helmet. She did teach herself to fly. She didn’t use her powers to navigate it. It fed the fire inside her when she gripped the controls and took flight. It was the closest she came to being back on Olympus.
She nodded to a passing pilot as she strode down the corridor towards the hanger. A grin slowly spread across her lips as the jet came into sight. Flight crews scrambled to prepare it for flight. She bet they were shocked the had to get it ready in the first place. Funny the things that happen when gods get involved.
She climbed up to the cockpit and settled into the seat. One by one she flipped the controls on as she felt the slow crawl of the plane being pushed to the runway.
“Alright, beautiful,” she murmured. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”