Chapter 2:

Heart of Me

Hades worked like a madman the minute he got home. His eyes were shining like bright rubies as his pen flew across the page. The scenes of earlier's events were embedded inside his mind but he didn't want to risk losing them. 'It's not like I could forget, anyway,' he thought to himself.

The writer didn't know how much time has passed as he was hunched down on his desk, jet black ink slathering his nimble fingers, but still he didn't give much of a single damn. For days, he sat with a gleam in his eyes, only getting up when it's time to eat or go to the bathroom. He was fine with that and would have stayed there longer but the only thing that hindered him was a problem that he faced for the first time.

He ran out of paper.

Sure, he could have used a computer or a laptop like most writers nowadays but Hades preferred the feel of the pen gliding across the page rather than tapping some keys and seeing his words on a screen. It gave him a more.. productive feeling.

The red eyed man stared helplessly at his drawer; his pen raised on his hand. 'Shit, shit shit,' he cursed. 'Why now? Out of all the times to run out of paper, why the hell now?' A soft growl made escaped his lips as he fisted his hand.

Fuck this.

~o0o~

He saw him that day.

That waving mass of dark, green hair that tumbled like the breath of an angel; he almost wanted to stop what he was doing and just reach out to rake his fingers through them. The man that owned that green gift wasn't bad looking, either. He had a strong nose, a good pair or plump lips and pale, pale skin. But his eyes though, hmm, those eyes. He could stare at them forever. That piercing gaze that only a sharp man such as him, or so he assumed, could easily make him melt. He wanted those eyes to be only trained at him.

So he did what he does best: Perform.

He knew that he caught the man's attention, judging from the way those blood red eyes trained on him and didn't let go.

Being a performer made him used to feeling the way the eyes of the crowd trail all over his figure. He had to if he wanted to earn some money.

But the way that man's eyes focused on him and him alone.. He felt wonderful. Amazing. He never felt it before and now he was addicted to it.

Meet Balder Hringhorni. Long-time street performer and helplessly infatuated to a man with red eyes.

~o0o~

He didn't come for days, that man, and Balder started to wonder if he had done something wrong. Was his performance not good enough? Was he not enough? He could feel his heart clench as he thought of those.

Well, he shouldn't be upset. He already knew that he was unwanted. Sure, the people liked the way he sang, danced but they never really wanted him. They wanted the body. Not the person.

He shouldn't be upset. He shouldn't feel the way his heart clenched inside his chest as if it was being prodded by a cold, metal rod. He shouldn't feel sad, so sad that tears were already threatening to fall. He shouldn't be upset.

But he was.

Balder pressed the heel of his hand to his eyes, his long blonde hair falling over his face like a shield. He didn't want other people to see him like this. He was supposed to be the happy street performer at the plaza, for Odin's sake!

But dear, dear gods, he wanted to see him again! Even if he could just catch a glimpse of him then he would be okay.

He knew that he was being fast with his emotions but still. His heart felt something for that man. He hated it. Hated the way his heart beat fast whenever he thought about him. The blonde just –barely- managed to get out of an abusive relationship and now his heart was beating for another man?

"Heart of me.."

The blonde didn't realize that he whispered out a lyric, but his clouded mind still managed to let the other lyrics tumble from his mouth.

"Don't make a fool of me.

You fall in love

Too fast and foolishly.

There's no wisdom in the way

You feel.."

Balder choked on a few of the words but he still, he sang.

"Heart, slow down.

It's not the time right now.

Take your time

Until there is no doubt.

Give me half a chance to know..

If it's real.."

He took in a deep breath then continued, his voice lilting the cold autumn air.

"Your sense of wrong and right

Does not exist.

New love walks by

You can't resist.

We battle every time.

You always win.

But heart of me..

This time you must..

Give in.."

Rain fell hard that day, leaving our lovely blonde soaked as he cried his heart out.

So chapter 2 is up! First of all, I would like to apologize for the misspellings on chapter 1. I wrote it at 3 am, our time so yeah.

Then I would like to thank all of you who commented, favorited, and followed my story~ I love you guys *^*

The song that Balder sang here was "Heart of Me" by Sanna Nielsen.

~AVR