Disclaimer: I don't own Greek Mythology (Even though, I think it's public domain)
Why?
Why can't he see it?
It's not like she tries to hide it.
She's walking through the streets of Olympus. Time is passing. She doesn't notice. She's out of reach. On another planet, far of in the galaxy.
Thinking.
Wondering.
Dreaming.
Dreaming herself away to a place where she doesn't hesitate to tell him. To a another planet, another galaxy. A place where her dreams can come true.
As she walks through Olympus, she sees plenty of flowers – all sitting in the side of the road. They're beautiful.
Unlike her.
She wish she could be as beautiful as the eye and the flowers. More of all, she wants to be associated with her namesakes.
Iris
Many have told her that she is pretty. Beautiful some might even have said. But she doesn't care. Because the words didn't come from him.
She picks up a flower from the road, an Anemone, and puts it in her hair.
Some say that the eyes are the doors to the soul. Souls are thought, dreams and hopes, aren't they?
Why can't he see her soul?
She tells no one what she feels.
She has a feeling, they already know.
Days passes. Everyday she wears a new flower in her hair.
Azalea, Begonia, Heather, she even tries a Crocus.
All flowers have a meaning. She wears flowers which have a meaning to her. But never one that symbolize love.
She wear the flowers in hope, he will see.
He doesn't.
Hasn't someone once said that the way to get a guy to notice you, is to make them jealous?
She has heard it. She tries it and starts to wear Hyacinths everyday. No changes. Just that one flower.
Does he see her?
No, not as more than just a friend.
One day when there is a dance on Olympus she see him dancing with Hebe. The look on his face, is not to be mistaken.
Quickly she walks away.
She ends up standing with her back against a pillar, with a glass in her hand, she's not sure what there is in it. She drinks, but does not taste the liquid. She feels a presence behind her.
"Nice flower," a voice say in her ear.
She smiles at him.
"Heard jealousy should open a guy's eyes for you. It doesn't work." Her smile disappear as she says those words.
He give her a smile. "Iris, it'll work out for you."
She turns around. "And how can you be so sure of that?"
"One way or another, it always work out for you."
"Why aren't you off dancing with some nymph?" she ask.
His eyes sets on something over her head, she follows his glance. His eyes aren't on something, they are on someone.
Hebe
Their eyes lock and an understanding passes between them.
He hold his hand out. "Dance with me?"
She simply take his hand and let him lead them onto the dance floor.
For the night they find comfort in each other.
They both know they aren't what the other want, but they don't care.
What neither know is that it will happen again – not necessarily for comfort only.
A/N: Here is the meaning of the flowers:
Anemone: Forsaken, sincerity
Azalea: Take Care of Yourself for Me
Begonia: Beware
Crocus: Cheerfulness, gladness
Heather: Protection, Wishes Will Come True
Hyacinth: Games and Sports, Rashness, Flower Dedicated to Apollo
I honestly have no idea of where this came from. It just popped into my head. A bit dark, if you ask me.
I think you can let anyone be the two 'mystery' guys, but when I wrote this I had two in mind – I won't ruin your idea of the story with who I pictured, but if you're interested, just let me know.
Speaking (Writing) of which, what did you think? Please let me know.