Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales!
This week’s word prompt is “greasy”.
So today we are with back with Demeter and Freddy in the third Gods of DC book.
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**Warning - there are adult situations and language.**
Demeter clung tighter to the blankets wrapped around her to ward away the cold that permeated her bedroom. Persephone and Dottie had spent days in the barn performing every ritual they knew and some they just made up to get Spring to come.
But the snow kept falling. Demeter buried her face in the pillow and sighed. Just like last time, when Hades stole her daughter, the seasons wouldn’t change until her broken heart was mended.
She hadn’t heard a word from Freddy since the night she left his apartment with her things. It was true. She was just a fling for him until she left London. She imagined that he had already moved on to someone much younger and beautiful.
The flakes outside her window came down thicker and faster. She needed to stop torturing herself. If she couldn’t make nature defrost and vegetation to start blooming, she could at least not make things worse.
Besides, this wasn’t Freddy’s fault. She just left to give him space to cool down and forgive her stupidity.
She clenched her eyes closed. Then Zeus showed up out of nowhere. The memory of him striking Iasion down with a bolt of lightning made her stomach lurch.
She couldn’t let him do that to the man she loved. She couldn’t deny her feelings any longer. She loved Freddy harder than any man or god before. She forced herself to put as much distance between her and Freddy as possible to save his life. Unfortunately the miles between them might destroy the world.
She opened her eyes as she heard the front door open and close. It wouldn’t be long before Persephone and Dottie were by her side with a cup of tea, pleading for her to cheer up.
She bolted up when a loud voice greeted her instead. “Demeter. Where are you?”
Demeter stared at the door in shock. It had to be a dream. Was her heart in that many pieces she imagined Freddy’s voice in her house? He didn’t know where she lived.
She crawled off the bed and made her way to the door. Before she reached the steps, she heard it again. “Dee, are you home?”
She hurried down the steps but froze on the bottom two. Freddy stood in the foyer bundled in a thick winter jacket. Snow caked to his blue jeans in clumps. He ran a hand through his thick, rumpled hair.
She blinked at him, astonished. “What are you doing here?”
“Why did you run from me?” he demanded.
Demeter hurried the rest of the stairs and across the foyer. She grabbed his coat with one hand and the knob with the other. “Freddy, this is not a good time. You need to go.”
He gripped her biceps in his hands and tugged her to him, breaking her grip with the door. “So I was a quick screw? A little vacation fun?”
“No, sweetheart. You were far from that.”
“Then why did you leave me?”