Time passes. First a day, then a week and those slowly turn into years.

Contrary to his expectations – his interest does not fade into obscurity.

Even two years after the first meeting in the quaint little café – he's still keeping an eye out for the shade of emerald stuck in his mind like an unmovable rock.

He does not understand.

It's not the first time he's failed to seduce a woman – no matter how rare such a case may be – and he's never bothered to care about it afterwards, after all there were still a billion others.

But this time he does. Every time he sees auburn coloured hair, he halts in his steps and suddenly he begin to associate the colour green not with his own eyes or domain, but solely hers.

They're brighter than the fresh leaves dripping with morning dew, and he's faintly horrified to realize that he's starting to wax poetic nonsense about this woman he's never even talked to.

She could be utterly horrendous in personality for all he knew. He ignored the part of him that whispers of denial-

Every second that passes feels like an eternity to him, and even his wife no longer bothers him when he is frowning in thought.

It's entirely too unnerving.

He wants to hear her voice, see her smile and laugh and he wonders if it will sound as bell like and beautiful as he imagines her voice to be.

Poseidon spends his time searching, and he's more intrigued than annoyed even when he always comes up wanting.

There's no information on her that he can find – not that he actually knows where's he's supposed to look in the first place, and his frustration is slowly building up into a devastating storm.

The number of accidents in his domain has reached an all time high and even sinking a few ships does not calm his temper anymore.

Sleeping with other woman proves to be equally unhelpful, no matter how beautiful – because for some reason he's always imagining those emerald eyes darkening with hazy lust, and those small rosy lips to part in pleasure and call out his name in the throes of ecstasy.

It's maddening.

He does not even know her name. This intrigue will probably fade if he has her wreathing in pleasure beneath him a single time, and even if he's already accepted that he's attracted to her, it does not explain the fact that he's still searching after two years no matter how little time this is for an immortal.

Nor does it excuse the slightest faints of hope when he pushes open the doors to a small café in the middle of Rome, and enters the wooden establishment, his sandaled feet taking him into the building with sure strides.

It was summer, the flowers in full bloom with the sun shining down on them mercilessly – and the breeze of cold air feels relieving to even him.

The constant chatter is easy to blend out, especially when he sees the light of the sun shine upon a particular shade of auburn that now looked like small burning flames, a stark and mesmerizing contrast to the green sparkling eyes narrowed in concentration.

Poseidon halts in sheer disbelief, wanting to curse his luck and the Fates and everything in between, because the object of his every waking dream for the last two years was sitting in the back of the café, nears the tall window, drinking a colourful fruity drink.

His feet change direction, heading towards the empty chair opposite of her, seeming like a silent invitation.

And this time he would not let her escape.


A/N Another treat! I have the feeling I'm on a roll right now... So this is my chapter for today...

C'ya tomorrow

AriesOrion