Astraea's POV
I woke up feeling distressed. Sweat ran through the curved of my skin. The dark trunks of the forest were long gone replaced by the soft-colored walls of my room.
A dream, again?
I stumbled over to the window, still feeling overwhelmed by all those incidents. It was still dawn. The sky was still dark.
My skin had reminiscent of the cold.It wasn't a dream. It couldn't be.
The feeling was too true to be a dream.
My eyes gazed over the forest's horizon as if waiting for anything which could possibly prove that it wasn't just the young adult mind knitting stories in my subconscious mind.
I didn't know how long I sat near the window, but my mom's voice definitely broke the stance. I dragged myself to get ready for the ready.
Descending the stairs, the scene was the same as every day. My parents were being the cutest couple ever, except I couldn't cherish it today. My mind was too blank for anything to grasp.
Somehow, eating breakfast and trying my best to give hearty bye's to my parents, I walked down the streets towards the college. It was too early, the streets were foggy and empty. The silence was the only thing I needed right now.
Soon the white building came into my view. As expected, the parking lot was completely empty. Few staffs and janitors were present near the building minding their own job.
I went through the silent corridors towards the lecture room and secured a seat beside the window covering the view of the green canopy.
A long, long silence was suddenly broken by a clink sudden. I turned back, the guy, who I don't know for how long has been there, picked up the coin and my breath literally stopped.
It was none other than Zeus Valente.
The one-sided combined black and white combined shirt enhanced his muscles in such a contrast that it really made me feel something, I couldn't put a finger on. His cottony soft hairs were rustled, clearly the bed head hairstyle. It made him look so wild and fierce.
His eyes were veiled under those long, slender eyelashes. Despite his never-ending beauty, my trance was cleared out as I watched one of his sharp eyebrows raised at me.
Probably asking why was I being a creepy bitch.
I awkwardly cleared my throat and gave, well tried to give him my not-so-creepy smile.
"Sorry, I didn't know anyone was here."
I waited, patiently waited. For an 'Oh sorry for scaring you.' or perhaps a 'Yeah, been here for a while ' or maybe just a nod. However, nothing came from the other side. He quietly went back to staring at the wall in front.How considerate of you....(note my critical criticism.)
Biting my lips, I watched the wall, pretending to be interested in it. Surprisingly, it stood still. I looked back at him, he was still the same. What was so compelling about the damn wall that he was bound to avoid a breathing species inside the same room as him?
I huffed out a harsh breath and turned towards him who was seated at the end of the room.
"My name is Astraea." I gave him a small smile.
'Nice to meet you, I am Zeus.' was the expected response, but all I got was ignorance.
Accept it Astraea, this is what a second-hand embarrassment feels like.
"Nice to meet you too." I called back at him. This time he looked at me, his gaze definitely screamed 'You wish' but ironically his lips were sealed.
Zeus: 2, Astraea: -1
I know it is so mortifying for me. Yet, I wanted to try to make him speak to me. To stop wondering if his voice was really cold, rough, and stern or it was welcoming and homely as always.
How do I know ?... I don't, it was just an instinct, a familiarity. As if I have woken up listening to him and fallen into deep soothing sleep listening to his loving words, cocooned in the warmth of his arms.
You're being so delusional, Rae. Stop it. Stalker alert extreme !!!!!
I felt burning all over my body. The misery of his ignorance was fiercely hot, that it scraped everything in me.
I don't know him, never seen him. Yet, It felt like he was the only one I have lived for.
I have never seen him smile, but I knew his right cheek carved a beautiful dimple. His soft lips stretched unrestrainedly, his nose scrunched a little as eyes gleamed while looking at ...me?I am in deep, deep shit, aren't I?
Stalker alert, absurdly extreme!!!!In a jiffy, he vanished from my view, rather blocked as the students hurled inside the room. Chatters, gossips, laughs in the air, those unrequited thoughts long forgotten.
A hit on my head made me hiss. Turning back Emily stood looking at me with raging eyes.
"Shit!!!.... Sorry, I forgot to inform you."
"Yeah, should have realized a little earlier, bitch. But why did you come here so early ?" She asked.
"Nothing the weather was nice, so thought I'll just take a walk. You don't attend this class though."
She rolled her eyes at me and then tried to drag her chair towards me with the help of her ass, bouncing like a baby kangaroo.
"Just wanna check up on you." My heart swelled. No matter how playful or weird Emily can be, she made sure to always take care of everyone else around her.
Growing together, I had seen her pull my little ponytail to annoy me but then turn into a ballistic bull when someone else tried to. She was always protective and caring but at the same time, we both made sure to let the other one do mistakes, slap them for it, and get beaten together for being partners in crime."I'll get going, see you at lunch." Saying she ran out of the door.
Soon, Mrs. Brendon with her tight bun and small proportions entered the class."So class, hope you are excited about the class. I am glad to inform you that it's time for your first assignment. Each one of you will be given a particular book to read, and then you will be required to put your opinion on the various myths and mysteries mentioned. I'll give your respective projects at the end of the class."
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The class was combined with our seniors, so I might say it was interesting to see Ms. Brendon trying not to burst into red flames while trying to digest the stupid jokes made by the old jocks. Yet, the little woman successfully restrained herself to the end of the class.I laughed as I saw her give a smug smile to those idiots while handing over the books with the weirdest titles. For example, 'What stupid part of the stupid mistake made the God of stupidity stupid?'
Yup, dear seniors were really going to enjoy their projects.
I patiently waited for my turn as I saw Zeus taking his book from Ms. Brendon. He had a boring expression on his face.
Nodding at whatever she was saying he turned to leave, but then those gleaming caramel eyes looked at me. He kept his stare for a few minutes, and I swear I saw his lips move a little, wanting to say something but stopped himself and left.Pretty soon, it was my turn. Ms. Brendon handed me a hardcover book. It was beautiful. The title was calligraphed in white in contrast to the magical blue forest background.
Myth of The Broken Throne....sounds nice.
I turned to leave but Ms, Brendon held one of my arms. Her gaze was so intense that it made me want to shrink under the table.
She then smiled at me and held both my hands, the book sandwiched between our hold.
"It's my favorite book. So, I really hope you'll like it."
Her wrinkly hands gave mine a little squeeze and suddenly I felt that those words had a whole lot other meaning than they seemed to._____________________________________
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Astraea's POVAn enchanted beauty which spread cold through every fiber of your skin, but when closer, it burns you with a passion and longing no one has ever seen.I looked at my image in the mirror. How beautiful she was that could make Zeus so lost and devoted to her ?.Were my natural grassy eyes too dull in front of her.Can my smile be as enchanted as hers ?My hands slowly stroked the edge of my dusty golden hair, caressing my waist.The light coloured strands, so soft and silky that one wouldn't mind getting tangled in while taking their last breath.How smooth were those tendrils, that could portray her as a innocent, hidden sin. I sighed. Stop it!!!!...... She is just an inspiration. An inspiration to give a face to Zeus's view of emotions. How are you so sure?Because people can't change. They would still be the same whether it is fall or rain, snow or midsummer. It's just his insight.Of course, just a timely thought to create his artistry.The day was really tiring and
Astraea's POV My gaze was stuck on the wall, mind blank as I sipped my coffee. The sweet-bitter taste helped me to calm down the nerves, but it was still not helpful enough to resist the urge of banging my head on the wall. Emily snorted beside me. "How come I have never noticed this before ?" From the moment I told her about the weird interactions between me and Zeus, this was her reaction. Nonetheless she was pretty surprised and excited about my plans with Zeus. "Ok, but I really don't get the problem here ?. You are interested in Zeus, so go ahead and blew him off his mind." I sighed. "Not that easy Em. The dimensions between us is really weird." "Weird?..How so?" "It's just ...I-I can't explain. You know the stupid feeling of knowing each other from the time I don't even remember. My feelings for him, I mean I don't even know what I feel for him. It's like an unexplainable pull towards him. And Zeus..one moment he ignores me like a plague and the next moment he invites me
Astraea's POV It was the morning of Saturday. The weather was a little cold. My plan today was to hang out with Zeus, I quickly took a shower and went into the closet to choose an outfit that had me stuck for the past twenty minutes. Finally, after almost crawling inside the wardrobe and throwing clothes all over the room, I found a decent attire. I wore the skinny black jeans and paired them with a beautiful lace top. Considering the weather, it is wise to wear a jacket. And then finally finishing the outfit with Stiletto stretch black boots. A car horn distracted me from my little venture in the room. A looked from my window, a jeep was parked in the driveway. An excited Roman waved from the driver's seat. I hastily came down and opened the front door. Since mom and dad were going to be out for the day, I had already informed them last night about my plans. Locking the front door behind me, I walked towards Roman. He wore a black shirt and black jogger. A rather casual outfit
Astraea's POV. Zeus leads me through a corridor. I followed him till we reached the door at the end. He opened it for me and I entered the room, Zeus walking behind me. I gasped in awe. The room was so beautiful. The walls of the room were made of glass except for one on my left, which was plain-white painted. But the most panoramic and impressive things were the paintings. Numerous painted canvas was kept on the stretcher bars all around the huge room. The direct glow of the radiating sun and the fresh scent of the newly bloomed flowers had such an aesthetic effect on the overall expanse that it almost felt overwhelming. I turned back to see Zeus leaning on the closed door with arms crossed, looking at me. There was a new light lustrous in his aureate eyes. I didn't need to say a word, nor did he. The silence now was so consoling and alleviating. The canvas was all veiled under a white linen cloth. "Why cover them ?" He looked into my eyes, for once there was no barrier or gua
Astraea's POV It was already evening when I came back from Zeus's place. On the way back Roman didn't speak much about Zeus's father. But safe to say that seeing their expressions, I could assume that the man kept both the boys on their toes. And knowing them, it was a huge deal. Two hours later, Mom and Dad were back from their date. Their cute little banter took my mind from wandering back to today's event. However coming back to the comfort space of my room, the memories gushed back in. The Zeus I saw today was someone new but still, it felt like I have just seen the glimpse of him I have known all along. This pull was an earning coming from the deepest corners of my heart, one which has never been shined upon. A part of me I never realized I had. I sighed. These things only make my head hurt. I took a book off my table and fell back on the bed. Opening the book, I turned to the page where I left and started reading it. ~*~ The Cerulean clan and The Royals became the epitome o
Astraea's POV Mindlessly combing my hair while sitting in front of the mirror, I noticed the little similarities between the Queen and me.My hair was the same blonde, so was my skin tone, and the shape of my eyes-almond-like. However, she seems to make herself glow in those simple attributes. I went into my closet. Wearing a black sundress with simple heels, I was ready for the day. Emily's familiar car parked in my driveway. But I genuinely was not in the mood to entertain anything.She must have noticed the unusualness in me. "What happened to you? Is everything okay ?" I know that I couldn't hide anything from her and she was the only one I could talk to."I read the book yesterday --" "And let me guess, something is connected to your dream again. Right ?" I smiled lightly. Of course, she knows me so well.I hastily opened my bag and took out the book from it. Opening the last page, I showed her the portrait. "This...she is related. I saw her in my dream." "Well if you rea