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♗ Pas de Deux ♗

TW:// gore, violence, smut

Do I know how it happened?
Maybe. Maybe not. It all just happened so quickly. But I do find myself thinking about it each night before I go to sleep.
It's only natural since it's essentially how I met a god walking amongst men.

It was like any other day. Boring and plain. I was at work, doing what was asked of me as always. My parents always said I was so obedient. That I'd have no trouble getting the job of my dreams. Their predictions were a tad bit inaccurate. I was currently working at a dingy little children's pizzeria. One where some child had recently gone missing from or something of the sort. They needed the newfound empty positions to be filled and I needed the extra money for school. I was studying to become a psychiatrist.

The job was awful. The smell of feet and vomit lingered in certain; if not most areas of the building. The stale air had the scent of greasy food sprinkled into it.
The gods know I would never have worked there in the first place but the pay was amazing. It was way over the minimum wage. And my job specifically was to man the prize counter or do whatever needed to be done around the restaurant.

So I did just that. I was hired by a man named Henry Emily. Or just Mr. Emily. He was a pleasant man and hired me right on the spot, courtesy of the understaffment of the place. At first I thought he was my only boss. I mean, that's how most places work, right? Sure they could have like a couple managers or something but no one at the same level as the owner of the place. Well that thought bubble was quickly popped when He walked in. I didn't know who He was. I just noticed that He was so handsome and everything that a god would look like. Strong jaw, piercing gaze and that air of silent authority that He carried just sewed everything else together.

It didn't help that I didn't know anything about this man. His misterio serving as fuel to the already vicious pit of fire in me.

The first few weeks I didn't dare talk to Him. Why would a god speak to me of all people? I'm essentially nothing compared to Him. I wouldn't want to waste His precious time. So instead, I just maintained my distance. Stealing glances at Him and His heavenly smile. I noticed something odd though. He was a performer of sorts. The smiles He sometimes wore; weren't genuine at all. Those perfectly sculpted lips would be perked up in a wide toothy smile, yet those pale blue ponds that Jerusalem's crystal waters couldn't compete with; they would seem hollow. A bit empty. Bored even.

No one really enjoys spending time at a children's pizzeria that smells like faint vomit and grease so maybe it was just that.
Nonetheless I was entranced by Him.
So, when that one certain day came.
I was absolutely livid.

I had noticed the small golden band on His finger before. I knew He was married but didn't care. I knew He had children as well but He seemed to only really care about one in particular so I didn't think much of them.

Besides, I did catch Him flirting with others quite often and that made me come to the conclusion that He possibly couldn't care much for His wife.

I was about to find out. I was going to eventually but it happened sooner than I expected.

In she came, through those swinging doors that separated the children's wonderland from the arid weather of Utah.
I noticed the resemblance almost immediately. The blonde hair that His daughter had, this woman had. The green eyes that the little girl had; this woman also had.

I was at my post at the prize counter, doing my job. She gave me a faint smile as she walked towards the hallway where the manager offices were.

My eyes couldn't help but track her. She had to be who I thought she was. Her appearance, the way she walked to that part of the building like she owned it. It's her! His wife!