Thalia shrugged, looking off to the side awkwardly. “When you told me about Eros I just sorta…did my best to stomp ‘em out. Some dull hope was crushed and I guess it was kind of a…relief?” she muttered.
She glanced at him when he pulled back, but it wasn’t enough for her to get through. For the first time she felt claustrophobic. She recognized the look in his eyes and felt a pang in her chest, her expression dropping to concern and then her own simmered brand of self-hatred. He must feel like shit. And it was all her fault. She should’ve lied!
The muse shrugged, rubbing her hands together in the water. “Tell him thanks, then,” she said dryly.
He gives her a disbelieving look. “I may not be an expert in love, but I know that feelings don’t go away that fast. It’s barely been a couple of weeks since I told you.”
At the look in her eyes, Muse scowls slightly. “Don’t you dare feel bad about yourself, Lia.” he demands. It was never a good thing when the happiest and most carefree immortal he knew was angry at herself.
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, 1613
The frivolities of the humans almost intoxicate him. The dancing and the happiness of the humans thrill him.
He twirls between the crowds, dancing along with the pulsating music. In the heat and drunkeness, all responsibilities and rationale disappeared, leaving only bliss.
Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans
they say New orleans is haunted… this has proved the theory 100%
I was sending photos like this to everyone when I started writing Nightmare in Silver. There is something uniquely disturbing about abandoned Amusement Parks.
It takes an incredible amount of self control to not push him away and make a run—swim—-for it. Finally she tore her gaze away from the ceiling and looked down at him, seeing mostly shock…maybe anger? Changing tactics, she sank lower into the water, nearly so uncomfortable she could barely concentrate on his questions.
“Look, I don’t know, okay? All I know is that they…came up and I just did my best to ignore them and see if they’d go away or something,” she explained again, trying to make herself seem smaller and crushing herself into the corner of the pool.
At the exasperation, she glanced away, trying to focus on something else. Her heart was beating erratically and she wished she could be anywhere else. He leaned closer, but she was already as pressed against the wall as she could be. “I’m sorry!” she said when other words failed her. She had no excuses—she was just a coward. “How the hell should I know? I never said anything to him.”
“And I’m guessing they just ‘barely’ went away?” he asks. It takes a significant amount of control to stop the sarcasm from flowing. She liked his dry sarcasm but this was not the time for that.
Muse pulls away slightly, still keeping her trapped into the corner. His face pales even more, remembering the actions he took against her in the past couple of centuries: hanging out with her after a visit from Eros, taking her on his jobs and, fuck, having sex with her. A glint of self-hatred appears in his dark grey eyes.
“He probably knows.” he says hollowly, still focused on his horrible actions to get angry with Eros. “He always knows.”
Thalia was backed into a corner where she went up on her tip toes, trying to figure out if she could slide up along the wall and get out. She was very, very edgy and she still refused to look at him.
She cleared her throat awkwardly, watching the ceiling and twiddling her thumbs. “Uhhmm…a couple…centuries, I guess?” she said, shrugging uneasily. “Well…it never came up! I knew you didn’t feel the same and I didn’t wanna risk not being friends anymore…” she explained lamely.
He places his hands on either side of her, preventing any sort of escape. If she tries to climb the wall, his hands will grab her waist and pull her in. Thalia was fast, but he was faster.
A flabbergasted Muse looks at her again. “A few centuries? What happened in those few centuries that changed your mind about me?” he recalls the conversation they had centuries ago, about whether or not they should be together. The unanimous vote between them said no.
“You’re supposed to bring it up!” He says, somewhat exasperated. “Before any of this happens!” he gestures vaguely with his hand, referring to the whole Eros fiasco. He unintentionally leans in closer.
A horrible thought pops into his head. “Does Eros know?”
Thalia had gone and backed herself up against the wall of the pool. Cursing inwardly, she started edging along it, watching the confusion on Muse’s face clear before looking up at the ceiling, twisting her hands together with sudden anxiety.
The question felt like an accusation, making her wince and squirm uncomfortably. Was it just her imagination or did he sound…disgusted by the idea? “Er…not…at the moment…” she managed out finally, refusing to look at him now, blushing almost as bright as her hair. She felt like she should apologize for ever falling for him, now.
He had rarely seen Thalia look so uncomfortable, not even when she was naked.
His own cheeks start to burn, making the warm environment around them turn even hotter. He continues to follow her, trapping her in one of the corners of the pool. “At the moment? H-how long have you been feeling like this? And you haven’t told me?” Muse isn’t sure whether to be hurt or shocked.
They never kept secrets from each other, so why did Thalia start?
Thalia was somewhat uncomfortable with how he kept coming closer, though it was more of wish to evade confrontation rather than not wanting to be near him.
“It wasn’t a lie…” she muttered, moving backwards in the water still. At the suggestion, she couldn’t help but wince at how close he was to the truth. “No, Muse, I wasn’t in love with him,” she said. Again, not a lie. He was so close though…she wasn’t sure she could deny a direct accusation.
Thalia never moved away from him before except when he was about to lose his temper and he only lost it three times in her prescence.
When she winced, he moved closer, now only a yard or two away. Muse stares at her, confusion on his face until he processed her words.
His face appears to pale slightly. “You’re not in love with me…are you?” he asks hesitantly. “Thalia?”
“I’ll have to go say hi to him at some point,” she mused aloud, cracking her knuckles against each other as she wandered around the pool.
“Muuusee,” she sang lightly, turning to face him again. “I already told ya, not comfortable with people messin’ with my friend,” she pointed out. Not a total lie. She continued backing up, but casually so.
“He’ll enjoy your little visit.” he says, moving closer.
“Don’t lie. I know something’s wrong. You’ve been somewhat distant since I told you about Eros.” He moves closer again, furrowing his eyebrows a bit. “You weren’t in love with him, were you?”
“I haven’t exactly had much chance to compare, ya know,” Thalia pointed out with a smirk. She stretched out lazily in the water, floating peacefully in the warm water. It certainly felt wonderful, she just hoped it was easing Muse’s aches as well as could be hoped.
His question was kind of a surprise, though. “Wrong? Well I mean, I did find out that my best friend as practically crippled…but outside that I’m fine,” she said with a shrug, righting herself and wading towards the other end of the pool. Fine was rather relative in her case, however, but he didn’t need to know that. She had already promised herself to not tell him the truth about her earlier feelings.
“Lucas is around somewhere.” he waves around his head vaguely. “Ran into him a couple of days ago.”
He frowns at the distance she’s created. “Lia~,” he drawls out her nickname. “I know you better than that. Something’s bothering you. As your best friend, it is my duty to know.” he moves toward her slightly.
“Well, I can’t say I know much about things on the romance end of the sphere, but I imagine it’s pretty fantastic,” she said with a wistful sigh.
The muse glanced at him as he poked her shoulder, an eyebrow raised. After a moment, she smirked. “Is it story time now? Excellent,” she said lightly, reaching to flick at his nose. “If I had a back itch it’d almost certainly be taken care of, eh?” The muse snickered to herself before finally quieting down, letting him pull her into the story with his wonderful voice.
She flicked at the finger on her waist, already distracted from his story by the touch. With a small sigh, she closed her eyes, letting his voice trickle into her ear and start forming mental images. Or rather, a porno in her head. It was a good one, at least.
“S’good liquor,” she hummed, smiling slightly as she imagined that Muse’s touch on her lips were Lucas’ kisses. She let out a small sigh, clasping her hands together on her stomach. “Sore indeed,” she muttered.
“How many pairs of clothes do you think I have?” she muttered, still imagining it anyways. Now that would certainly be fun as long as the forest wasn’t too cold. Maybe if they were doing it somewhere warm. Once again she whacked at the fingers on her hip bone, finding his touch more distracting than adding to the illusion he was trying to build in her head.
Pfft, teasing. Why did everyone have to tease? It wasn’t any fun…just frustrating as hell. She exhaled slowly, her back arching slightly just at the image in her head before she played it out as stretching, not wanting to disrupt her balance and stop floating. Again, she tilted her neck, humming slightly in the back of her throat, wanting very much for the story to be true.
Thalia couldn’t help but let out a little whimper at the next part of the delicious story. She shivered despite the warm water, not even bothering to flick him away now that she’s become so engrossed in the story. The muse let out a small sigh as her illusion-self found her relief. At least one of us did. Being held after that would’ve been much more idea, though.
She opened her eyes, smirking slightly before glancing back up at him. “If he does it like that then you’re in trouble,” she purred
“Don’t tell me that time in Brazil wasn’t better than any Lucas sex.” Muse appears to be hurt, placing a hand over his heart.
He stifles a yawn, rubbing his face to keep himself awake. The warmth surrounding them mimicked the right conditions for a lovely nap. But Muse didn’t feel like experiencing a near drowning experience again.
Something was nagging him. He might be reading too much into it, but now that they were in a serene environment, subtle signs of displeasure came from Thalia. “Is something wrong, Lia?” he asks slowly.
“So…when did it all begin to fall apart?” he inquired carefully. He’s been doing that lately. He knew that when he asked a human being about a tragic moment in their life they would lash at him for being nosy; still feeling that fresh wound of the event. Maybe he’ll receive the same treatment. He honestly doesn’t know.
Vincent would often imagine what it would be if he met his idols from the past. How they really are, what kind of quirks they had, if they had their own personal idols. He studied Muse and smiled slightly. An immortal with the best of friends with humans. How could he deal with limited time his friends had? “At least they are not forgotten. Not by you,” he offered a small smile.
“Things never did fall apart, really. It was mostly my half brother that made it.” he answers slowly. The faint scar over his heart throbs faintly at the memory of that night. “He was pettily jealous of my success. He absolutely loathed me.”
“The tragedy of being human, you get forgotten easily.” Muse leans back and stretches his legs to ease the faint tingling sensation.