Series: chapter 1; bonus
Word count: 1211
AU: Greek Mythology (-ish)
Author: @8moon2stars on AO3
Additional information: goddess!Wendy, mortal!Irene
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In a universe where gods and humans graze against each other but never really touch, the threads of fate pull Wendy and Irene into an inevitable crash.
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[On the corner of first and Amistad...]
I was only running on an hour of sleep that day, as I had been studying intensively for my statistics class the night before.
I didn't know if I just wasn't looking or if I was looking but seeing through everything in my path, but because of whatever it was, I bumped into you.
You held both of my arms in order to steady me, and I couldn't look away from your eyes.
I would always say that I immediately knew you were different, but you never believed me.
But really.
It – you – scared the living shit out of me, so I quickly bowed my head and left you standing on that busy street corner.
And I didn't know if I dreaded or hoped to see you again.
[You know I'm not so good with words...]
Surprise was the first emotion I felt when I saw you again at the library. I almost jumped right out of my chair, to be quite honest.
You were looking so cool, reading a book about Greece, and you had the college student look down to a tee.
I may have glanced at you at the corner of my eye far too many times that it was almost rude.
It's safe to say that I didn't get a lot of studying done that day.
When you sat in front of me the next day, I had a mental battle with myself for about half an hour.
I wasn't good with words. I chose them too carefully sometimes that they almost always sound scripted, which then increased my anxiety even further.
But I shyly took a chance that day.
And we ended up talking for hours, closing the library down with our timid-yet-warm conversations echoing through the walls, pounding through my heart.
Did you know how comfortable you made me?
Like a soft, warm hoodie and a cup of hot chocolate during a cold, rainy day.
Wendy, you said your name was.
Mine, was all I heard.
[A kiss that softly melts like caramel...]
Who would have thought that I would make the first move?
Not me. Probably not you, either.
Yet I pulled you in, because you were teasing me and it was so annoying but so alluring that I just.
