Pairings: Hestia/Percy
Challenge: The fire burns. Sometimes she gets tired of making it burn. But he lights her with passion and she forgets about that.
Word Prompts: Glamorized or Eager
Song Prompts: Uprising by the Muse
TV/Book/Movie Prompts: Dark Angel(TV)
Hestia wraps small hands around Pandora's Pithos, fingers tapping a soft tempo against the glass. Hope gently fluttered inside the container, warming her slightly chilled hands. She sighed, running a fingernail along the set of symbols of the tiny jar. Her fire was down to a bed of coals, the embers feebly glowing orange. It was a lonely existence, tending the hearth.
She was startled out of her thoughts by a warm hand. Percy sat next to her, smiling, with two plates of pasta and sauce. He smiled at her sheepishly, and she takes it with a smile and eats beside him. It was simple, just as she liked it.
When he leaves she sees her hearth burning like the sun, she cannot help but smile.
The fire burns. Sometimes she gets tired of making it burn. But he lights her with passion and she forgets about that.