100 DAYS TILL BOOK 3! WHOOOO! This fic is a little celebration of that. I'll be updating every couple days, up until the release. So excited! Hope you guys enjoy.
This one takes place during that scene in Throne of Fire.
Sadie glanced to the left, flinching at the screams of her friends.
He had told her everything he had to. He should let her go now, save her friends, save the world…
But he stood there too long, clenching his jaw and thinking.
He had been able to touch her hand just now, help her up, so maybe…
It was too selfish, too irrational. He was a God, and she was… not.
She was barely thirteen; he was over five thousand.
It was a horrible decision, really, but he decided to act on it anyway.
"Go. I'm sorry I can't do more." She glanced at him, blue eyes worried. He could give her this, a small moment of happiness on this day.
He was trying very hard to convince himself it was for her, that he had no gain in it for himself.
"But happy birthday, Sadie." He took a deep breath, gazing at her heart shaped face. He saw a flash of shock- or was that hope? In her eyes before he shut his own, and leaned towards her.
Warmth.
That was the first thing he noticed. Her lips were warmer than anything he could ever imagine, a jolt of heat against the dead chill he always felt. His eyes fluttered open for a half second in his shock, but he didn't pull away. He could smell her chap stick, the shampoo in her hair. He felt the softness of her lips, how she returned the kiss almost immediately, her hand on his wrist.
This was not what he was planning. He was just going to give her a… what was it called, a peck?
So he panicked. His mind reverted to the most basic fleeing tactic, and he felt the cool mist wash over them, the word darken. The pressure and warmth of her lips was soon gone. His wrist felt like it was burning.
He sighed, running his hands over his face.
Nothing ever went right with her.