Journal Entry(s) By: Tea
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Journal 2,014 - Entry 179
Last night was a different from normal; by accident I left the bedroom curtains open.
It was also a full moon; with it's light shining bright.
Ritchie didn't see it as he was asleep, and I didn't want to wake him up.
The pale silver/gold light filled the room and haloed around our bed. It muted everything, and replaced vibrant colors with shades of grey and white and darkest charcoal.
Golden skin shone as white and clear as porcelain, warm strawberry hair into ink-tinted curls.
He is not classically beautiful.
Is more often than not said to be cute, rather than sexy.
But I know that if any of those Grecian sculptures that gifted the world with the gods made tangible saw him like this, than they too would be struck.
Even with his golden color dulled, he remains a being of warmth.
Not physically (His feet are often blocks of ice at night, which I hate!) but the warmth of his being.
His person.
He is so loving, so bright with curiosity and energy. He burns with a passion that I have not seen very often in this modern world.
We immortals were once called the children of the gods, and with Ritchie, I believe.
I believe that he could have been, could be a child of Hermes. Quick wit and nimble fingers, a ready smile going at the speed of light. He goes so fast on those bikes of his, it is almost as if he is trying to fly. He stole my heart and smiled the whole time.
A child of Strife. Mischief is in his blood, harmless jokes hiding a dark, leashed mayhem. He may smile and laugh, but I have seen those smiles swiftly turn nasty. He has acknowledged his own darkness; maybe that is why he accepts mine.
A child of Apollo. Sun touched skin and bright hair. A small sun laying in my arms, where I have no fear of being burned by his warmth. Far smarter than he appears, with hidden talents and depths.
A child of Ares. He is a warrior, yes, but more than that he is a defender. Defying all who think to tread on and offer harm to what is his. Vengeance is swift. Something that others (Stupid Highland Boy scout) have a problem understanding.
His could be any of theirs.
I sometimes wish he had lived then. He wouldn't have been out of place.
But I am glad he is here now, with me.
His passion may remind me of earlier times, but he has also taught me to live in the here and now. To be in this world, this time, and not remain on the outside anymore than needs be.
Tomorrow is the last night of the full moon. I think I will wake him up, so that we, the children of gods, can make love in the moonlight and make the world burn with envy.