Title: No getting lost
Prompt: lost
Word Count: 200
He'd always anticipated the worst, always known the day would come when he'd lose the one that made his heart pound in his ears, his blood race wildly through his veins, his brain soften and muddle whenever he was near. He'd always feared getting lost in his beloved's big heart, becoming the one who was shoved to the side when the man found someone else to fill that space that had been his since they were teenagers.
The woman speaking with his beloved was beautiful and exotic, sensual and erotic, her eyes and body language making it perfectly clear that she was available and willing.
He'd struggled with his feelings, trying to prepare himself for the day when he'd lose the one who calmed him with a single glance, excited him with a single wink, made his heart ache with a single touch. But there was simply no escaping the inevitable love and lust that followed the man of his dreams.
He was so wrapped up in his anguish that he didn't even see his beloved's approach.
"Stop fretting, my love. For I too, am Alexander, thus Alexander can never be lost in the heart that belongs only to him."
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Title: Hopelessly lost
Prompt: lost
Word Count: 200
Hephaistion had no idea where he and Alexander were, no idea whatsoever. It wasn't like Alexander cared either. He was always anxious and impatient just to get started, always excited about the new adventure at hand, no matter where Zeus' so-called time machine sent them next.
And though Hephaistion was the first one to admit that being flung head-first into someone else's life, into different times, places and situations in history, was indeed interesting and exhilarating, he couldn't help feeling a little homesick for the small acreage in the heavens that he and Alexander now called home.
He missed the alone time, the time he and Alexander could just spend in each other's arms with no soldiers or pages or assistants, and most especially, no lovers or wives to interrupt and annoy them. They could be with each other in whatever manner they chose, dressed or undressed, in love or in lust, but always only with each other, and always just as themselves.
Unfortunately that wasn't important now since all that mattered was the time, place and situation they were in at that moment, and regrettably, Hephaistion was pretty sure that Zeus had gotten them hopelessly lost this time.
