AnimeWriterTycoonGirl: I'm alive! Thank you to those who were kind enough to review my story. I really do appreciate it, and it's encouraging words like yours that motivate me! It took much longer than I'd liked, (sorry…) but you all deserved it.
I hope you enjoy this chapter well. Unlike Amoris Oppositi, where the romance flames burned slowly, this story is going to move a lot faster. Mostly because I tried to be more realistic in AO.
This story involved gods though, for fuck's sake; they don't care for taking it slow, they want their pleasures now! That said, prepare for some wooing in this chapter.
Will Isidore accept Grimmjow's courting? Or will he feel betrayed? I hope you like what you read, because here it is!
Chapter Warnings: Swearing, Courting, Slight Perverseness, Emotional Rollercoaster, Fluff and some Angst
Chapter III
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Morgantina was a quaint village known as a resting stop for travelers on their way to Syracuse. Which meant there were plenty of inns to choose from.
Mikolas insisted he knew an innkeeper who always had a room set aside for him due to his constant traveling to and from Syracuse. Isidore hardly protested; it had been a long day, and while he had enjoyed the wealthy man's company, he was beginning to feel fatigued.
Time had flown by the more he had listened to the other man's magnificent tales. He was especially enthralled by the stories of the mysterious China and India. Mikolas showed him the items he brought back from those faraway countries.
One was brightly colored clothing so soft and luxurious to the touch, Isidore feared his lowly farmer hands would dirty or damage the beautiful cloth. Mikolas had scoffed, and insisted he touch the article known as silk. The other were fragrant spices that stung the farmer's nose. Mikolas laughed and admitted he had been assaulted the same way when first introduced to the herbs.
In addition to those wonderful silk clothes and spices, the wealthy man had several strange instruments he claimed were from the distant west. Apparently, the people there were very pale and shared his hair coloring, and they had a love of music.
He demonstrated how to play the pan flute, as it was known, and Isidore was moved by the dulcet tones. The farmer had been so enthralled with the other man's worldly experiences that he couldn't help but ask more about his travels.
Luckily, the man was good-natured enough to indulge him, and shared several fascinating experiences with him. Currently, as the sun began to set and they headed towards the inn, he discussed the many languages he learned over his explorations.
"Naturally, one does absorb the culture and linguistics of the host country, but I was in for such a culture shock once I returned home. I had nearly forgotten my mother tongue!" he insisted, much to the olive farmer's amusement. "Imagine the shame of traveling all over the world, only to discover I had nearly forsaken my own roots!"
Isidore laughed as they arrived at a cozy looking inn. "Oh, to have the troubles of knowing and seeing too much! Such madness indeed." He teased, causing a pretty flush on the other man. Mikolas was rather humble despite his fantastic adventures and had done his fair share of asking queries about Isidore's life as well.
Naturally, the young farmer was a tad bit abashed and could hardly offer thrilling tales, but Mikolas hung onto every word anyways, genuinely curious about the life of a common farmer.
Mikolas grumbled. "Alright, alright, I had it easier than you. Must you mock me so?" he pouted, which was far too cute a sight for a man so masculine looking. Isidore chuckled as they finished tying up their respective steads and headed inside.
The inn was warm and cozy. An older man lit up at the sight of Mikolas and rushed towards them. "By Athena, if it isn't Mikolas of Gela!" the old man laughed and embraced the younger man warmly. "Heading to Syracuse once again I see?" he asked brightly.
Mikolas flashed a charming smile. "But of course! And I couldn't forgive myself if I did not at least drop by for a hello." He added with a laugh. Isidore watched all this a few steps away from the them, politely trying not to seem invasive.
The innkeeper chortled. "Oh, you flatterer!" he wagged his finger and laughed. "I always keep your room ready should the chance occur. Ah, pardon me sir, I shall help you within a moment." He added, finally noticing Isidore.
Mikolas shook his head. "That won't be necessary old friend. I decided to bring along an accomplice of mine. You simply must try his olive oil; it's the best I've ever tasted!" he insisted, causing the farmer to grow flustered.
"Mikolas please! I appreciate your generosity, but I wouldn't want to encroach on your friend's keep without paying." He insisted. He had a little money saved to sleep at the inn. There was no need to keep invading his new friend's space.
The innkeeper laughed. "Ha! You must not know this man well enough then! If he insists you shall be inclined to follow." He said cheerfully. Isidore hummed as he realized how true that was. "Any friend of Mikolas is a friend of mine, gentlemen, enjoy some food and drink while I have my maids add the necessary accommodations." He insisted, gently nudging the two towards tables creaking ominously under the strain of so much food.
What else were they to do but comply? Gathering a plate, Isidore carefully picked out a couple slices of cheese, quail eggs, nuts, and bread for himself. He had never been a heavy eater.
Mikolas noticed this. "Not hungry?" he asked, his own plate filled with fish and meats. Isidore shook his head politely.
"Oh no. I find it harder to wake up in the morning if I have too much food and wine the night before. The fish does look quite appealing, but I'll start off with this for now." He smiled modestly.
Mikolas pursed his lips but offered nothing more on the topic. The farmer was very thin, and he would hate to think the farmer willingly starved himself to save money or sacrifice a few meals for the sake of his family. The god hiding underneath the human skin vowed to pamper his lover dearly.
Isidore hummed as he sipped his wine. "That reminds me, how did you come to be so friendly with this old innkeeper? He's incredibly hospitable, even for his occupation." He noted.
Mikolas grinned. "Ah, old Agapios? He started off as a family friend who was close to my father. Through my father's connections, he was able to build his own inn. That man puts his blood, sweat, and tears into running this establishment. I admire him greatly for his dedication." He said with a kind smile.
In truth, the old innkeeper wasn't human. He was a spirit who lives among humans and simultaneously served the mortals and the rare god or two because he was a kind spirit who truly loved to help and serve. Several gods, including Grimmjow, had invited him to the heavens for a bit of luxuries for all his good deeds, but the spirit insisted he was happy enough to be a friend of a god.
And so, the spirit treated the god of light and darkness warmly if he ever stopped by. Of course, telepathically announcing that he was coming under the guise of a mortal and what name he's using at the time really helped too.
After some time spent having light conversation and eating, Agapios came and personally guided them to Mikolas's room. Isidore had to make sure his mouth was closed to avoid looking like an impoverished fool.
There was a woven bed that held cloth instead of the usual netting. And the windows were made of…by Zeus…stained glass! Only the truly wealthy had such luxurious things. And he was supposed to share such a bed with this man? Oh, by Athena, he did not feel worthy enough for such a gift.
Mikolas poked at the coals already sizzling in the fireplace, and once he was satisfied with how the fire was coming along, turned to his companion. "No need to stand still. You won't break anything I assure you." He added with a smile.
Isidore gulped and shook his head almost childishly. That was precisely what he was worried about. Everything from the beautiful mosaic tile to the hearth of the fireplace was worth far beyond what he could ever repay should he cause any damages. Mikolas must have noticed this, stepping away from the fire and dragged the sputtering youth into the room.
"Relax, Isidore, relax!" he laughed as he lightly wrestled the man onto the bed, pinning him effectively and swiftly. "I assure you, you won't break anything important, and should you anyhow, Agapios is an understanding man. Accidents happen." He reminded the young farmer held underneath him.
Poor Isidore struggled at being so easily pinned to the bed by the other man. Had he not been so flustered, he would have been lost in the sensations of such a soft bed. "Mi…Mikolas please. I won't treat the room like gold, please let me go." He pleaded softly, a look of desperation creeping on at being manhandled so easily.
The elder man pretended to consider it, but ultimately relented. More than enough rapport had been built between the two of them, but not enough to continue teasing like old friends.
Now freed and given a chance to view the rest of the room, Isidore was understandably impressed. "I can't believe such a room exists." He admitted.
Mikolas smiled proudly. "For all purposes it doesn't. This room was built by my father for our family to use whenever we traversed to Syracuse. Agapios upkeeps it with a few trusted servants, but other than that, very few know of this room." He explained.
Another partial truth. Once the spirit knew a power blessed individual was staying at his inn, he 'pulled' this room into existence. It wouldn't do for an ordinary mortal to take advantage of a god or immortal's lodgings, so the portal to the room would be summoned to an otherwise empty wall once needed.
Isidore hummed in understanding. "Still, such a room is incredible. I am incredibly humbled to be considered worthy of sharing such a space." He acknowledged.
Mikolas waved it off. "You are a good man Isidore. You really should allow yourself a little luxury every now and then. I would think your family would agree. Speaking of which, I would love to hear more about this carpentry master of a sister." He leaned forward with a grin. If Isidore knew it was an attempt to change the subject he did not comment on it.
He was more than happy to oblige, nonetheless, and the two men talked for another hour about anything and everything.
Isidore had been listening to Mikolas's tales of India again when he could barely cover his mouth in time and yawned quite loudly. "Forgive me; I must be more exhausted than I realized." He apologized, embarrassed for interrupting his new friend's tale.
Mikolas took this as a chance to yawn himself. "Hardly worth the trouble. This day was rather long." He reminded before standing up to stretch. "Shall we turn in for the night?" he suggested, ever the courteous host. Isidore nodded before standing up himself, humming as he began to remove his clothing.
Mikolas chuckled and followed suit, yet on the inside the god playing mortal sighed with longing. Isidore really was thin for his age, but that gave him a svelte and lean cut figure that was practically built to be held against him.
It was a relief the Greeks had no shame when it came to stripping in front of strangers. People shared beds all over the world, strangers included, but the Romans and Greeks had no need for modesty among their same sex peers.
Once the two men were relieved of their outer clothing, Isidore carefully folding his up while Mikolas carelessly tossed them on a chaise to be dealt with later, Isidore cleared his throat.
"I hope you don't mind, but I have some prayers I'd like to offer before bed." He explained with a shy smile.
Grimmjow was preening on the inside, knowing fully well his farmer was still following his request. His guise of Mikolas just chuckled and shrugged. "Do not let me get in the way of your prayers." He said, stepping off to the side to fix his clothing and give the other man some privacy.
Isidore sighed in relief and began his usual prayers; to Athena and Asclepius, the health of his family, and finally, Aether. Once he finished Mikolas gave a noise of interest.
"Aether eh? That's a god you don't hear many pray to. Might I ask why you pray to the god of light?" he asked innocently, curious to Isidore's answer. Would he attempt to deceive his new friend, or tell the truth?
Isidore hesitated for a moment. Surely, such a worldly man would doubt his dreams as interesting…right? But then again, he had been such a good sport before, there could be little harm in sharing his reasoning. Thus, Isidore calmly explained his dream to the other man, and left very few details behind.
"I have kept my promise for five days and nights. Hopefully a sign will appear in the next two nights as was promised to me." He finished, glancing away from the other man.
Mikolas hummed thoughtfully. "You are much more special than you let on, Isidore, to be noticed by a primordial god. It is not a circumstance that occurs often or lightly." He said seriously.
And that was true; the primordials had no need to appease the mortals into worshipping them.
It also warmed him to the core to know how much his farmer already trusted him, to share such secrets with him. And from checking in on Isidore he knew the young man had been diligently keeping his promise. Isidore hummed, bringing the disguised god's attention back to him.
"Still…I cannot help but wonder why he felt the need to answer my prayer? It is as you said; ancient gods usually keep to themselves. Why bother with a lowly farmer?" he wondered out loud.
By Olympus, he wanted to explain it all to him right now. Patience never was Grimmjow's strong suit. "Who can say? If what he had told you was true, he had acknowledged and admired your determination. Perhaps it was the likes of one he rarely sees and felt he had to reward you." the god in question replied.
Hopeful eyes turned to him. "You truly believe so?" a shy smile threatened to stretch the young man's face. "I was concerned you might believe me mad, or I was manipulated by a trickster spirit." He confessed.
Mikolas chuckled and came closer, also resting on the bed. "I would never mock someone for something they truly believe in." he assured the farmer. "I hope everything turns out exactly as you deserve, Isidore. I have met hundreds upon hundreds of people…but none with a vivacious desire to achieve their goals like you. The god said, sincerity in every word.
Isidore swallowed thickly. For some reason, seeing that look of sincerity on Mikolas's face made his own feel hot, and he turned away before he said something strange. But then he recalled something else.
"There is another tidbit that troubles me. For such a powerful god, even knowing he was not gifted with the ability to heal my mother, he accepted my plea on the condition I pray for seven days and nights. Why not ask for me to pray to him for the rest of my life?" he wondered once again.
Mikolas looked up at the ceiling with an unreasonable expression before looking back at his bed mate. "I cannot say. That would have to be answered by him and him alone." He answered plainly.
Isidore hummed before stretching. "Perhaps you're right." He agreed before another yawn escaped him. "I'm sorry Mikolas, it really has been a long day." He apologized tiredly.
The merchant chuckled. "Don't be; we have plenty of time to share more stories in the morning. It will be a long ride to Syracuse. Rest well Isidore." He smiled before he extinguished the fire.
The two men slid into the bed, Isidore sighing happily at how soft and wonderful it was, before promptly falling asleep.
Grimmjow shed his disguise once he was sure his companion was asleep and stared at the young farmer's peaceful visage. The lines on his face were gone, and he hoped this meant the man would get a full restful sleep.
How prosperous this day had been! He already learned so much about his future intended, and what was first attraction stemmed from his first gaze upon the man ignited into pure head-over-heels love after seeing how kind, warm and dedicated Isidore was.
Isidore shifted in his sleep and sighed, causing the god to smile. If he truly wanted to, he'd peer into his sleeping companion's dreams. But he was already so close. No need to overstep his bounds by invading the man's sleep every night.
Speaking of night, he should probably warn his darker heart of his decision; he wanted to wait until the mortal trusted him enough before seeing his darker heart.
What mortals didn't know about gods who bore two or more different 'gifts' was that those extra powers sometimes took on lives, or hearts, of their own. Aether (light) and Erebus (darkness) were both entities of Grimmjow, but each entity had their own personality and hearts based on their aspect. He was one of only three gods who could physically split his entities.
What the Greeks knew as Erebus was a much colder, twisted individual, and he needed to be in order to assist the underworld gods in keeping the netherworld inhabitants in line. He wasn't heartless, but he could be frightening to gaze upon, especially for a mortal.
He knew based on his experience that Isidore would not be one of those mortals who would faint upon seeing his darker form, but it was not one he wanted to introduce the youth to anytime soon.
It would be too much to drop so many surprises on the youth within a matter of hours or days of each other. No, he'll pace it out so Isidore can get comfortable around being the soulmate of a god.
Summoning a dark robe to keep himself decent, he slipped out the room through the shadows.
Panthera, or his darkness heart, was being kept in a private 'stall' as requested to the spirit innkeeper. The darkness half looked rather put out when confronted by his master, caught in a compromising position.
Grimmjow groaned. "Panthera, you know this cannot continue right?" he asked dryly as three of the seven spirits blushed and attempted to cover themselves in front of the primordial god.
The darkness god chuckled, unashamed. "Of course, I know! I'm trying to make the most of my time left unchecked while I can after all." He grinned, gesturing to all the other occupants in the room in various stages of undress.
Grimmjow let out a suffering sigh, and pierced the darkness being with a look, which caused the other to grouse and pull himself out of the bed and away from grabbing hands, coyly assuring he'd be back soon enough.
Once the two were in relative privacy Grimmjow crossed his arms. "Should I even ask how you convinced seven elemental spirits into sharing a bed with you?" he frowned. His darker half's libido was rivaled only by the sex, love and pleasure gods themselves.
The darkness god chuckled. "You and I both know the answer to that one, so let's just get this over with so I can get back to my little 'party.'" A suggestive wink was thrown his way, and the light half had to wonder how he ended up with such a lascivious 'twin.'
Grimmjow and Panthera were for the most part identical. The main differences were in their eyes, hair and skin tone. Grimmjow's hair and eyes were lighter like the color of the sky, with a richer skin tone like one who lazed out in the sun often. Panthera was the opposite; porcelain skin with midnight blue hair and eyes, which mixed in with his depraved grins and bouts of laughter caused plenty of unease among humans and younger gods/immortals.
Apparently, that didn't stop him from having a…ahem…healthy sex life.
The light god gave his darker half a flat look. "That's part of my problem Panthera; you're going to have to end this debauchery once I properly claim Isidore as our soulmate. But in the meantime, you're going to have to…"
Panthera groaned. "No way! You're not shoving me to the side! He's my soulmate too." He glared, which could freeze the heart of a human but merely left Grimmjow annoyed.
"Right…you seem just as enthused about it as I am." He shot back, glancing back at the room where seven spirits were anxiously awaiting the darkness god's return.
"It's one last gig to get everything out of my system." Said darkness god argued, only to receive a look that told him the light god was not buying it. "Oi, don't blame me for your pathetic sex life, Mr. High and Mighty. I actually like the kid too."
Grimmjow raised an eyebrow. "Really? And this is your way of proving it?" he pressed, ignoring the jab at his own sex life.
Panthera made a face. "I just told you, I'm getting any urges I have out now before he's claimed. You'd kill me if I have sex with anyone else after this, even if Isidore ends up understanding we're different." He insisted before glancing away. "And I mean it; the kid has an aura around him that's just too beautiful to ignore, much less his personality." He added softly.
Grimmjow's eyes softened at the admission. "So, you understand then? Why I'm asking this of you? I am not ashamed of you, Panthera, but I cannot reveal you yet." A tanned hand laid on a pale shoulder which forced the darkness god to look at his lighter half. "This is far too important Pan. You're boisterous and reckless and…for a lack of wording…frightening to mortals. I don't want to scare him."
Panthera grumbled at the nickname only Grimmjow could dare get away with and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Hide the freaky shit until the sixth or seventh date. Amara already warned me about that." He grinned cheekily while the other god tried and failed not to shudder.
"You're vile." Grimmjow declared, only for the other god to laugh at the accusation. He flicked the darkness heart on the forehead. "Enough; you'll wake and scare the villagers. Try not to pull anything. I'd hate to hear you whine about it on the ride to Syracuse." he scolded with a smirk of his own.
Panthera snorted. "You're lucky I didn't pull something hauling your fatass today. Later, Grimmy." He chuckled as he turned into shadows before returning to his room, just in time to avoid being punched by the annoyed god of light.
Grimmjow shot a dirty look in his darker heart's direction before slipping back into his room to find Isidore was still sound asleep. The farmer hardly stirred when he finally slid into the bed, nor when Grimmjow brushed a strand of hair out of his face.
'You truly are something if even Panthera is willing to behave for you. I promise we'll treat you like the treasure you are, Isidore.' Grimmjow thought to himself before quickly donning his human disguise and falling asleep, comforted by the negligible distance between himself and his soulmate.
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Isidore woke the next morning bright and early, far more refreshed than he's ever been before. And yet, he also felt somewhat warmer and weighed down too. This couldn't simply be from the cloth bedding…could it?
The young farmer glanced down and turned quite red upon realizing precisely why he was so warm; Mikolas's arm was draped over his chest, the other man snoring peacefully as he laid on his stomach.
The warmth seemed to have spread from his face to his stomach, because he felt that strange feeling like the day before. He gulped quietly and tried to look away. He didn't want the other man to wake up and discover he was watching him in his sleep. That would leave all the wrong impressions!
But…how was he to avoid leading to that uncomfortable situation? Should he pretend to go back to sleep until the other man was awake? Move his arm so it was no longer covering his person? Wake him intentionally to realize where he had erroneously left his arm?! Isidore had no idea what to do.
To his relief, he did not have to make any such decision, as Mikolas stirred once the light from the windows reached his face. "Mmmh…morning." The trader said with a husky, sleep worn voice. Isidore tried to ignore the warmth threatening to grow inside him again.
"G-g-good morning." Isidore stuttered, still locked in place by Mikolas's arm. This seemed to notify the other man, who stared at him in slight confusion until he realized where his arm was resting.
With a heavy blush the merchant yanked his arm away like he was burned. "I…! I'm so sorry…! I…" he sputtered until the farmer began to chuckle and waved him off.
"Please, don't feel ashamed! It was only an accident after all. I had just woken up myself to be quite honest, no harm done!" Isidore insisted frantically, though he knew his face was still warm.
Both men were left a blushing mess until Mikolas cleared his throat. "Well…then," he tried lamely. "I suppose we should prepare for the road. We still have quite some ways to go after all." He chuckled and pulled out of the bed.
Inwardly the god seethed. So much for Panthera behaving. No doubt his troublesome other half caused this. The ass was already laughing from the safety of the outside stall. Meddlesome asshole…he was fine without the pervert's help.
Isidore for his part did his best to ignore how comfortable and well placed it had been to awaken next to Mikolas, strange as that was. The farmer dressed himself with little speech outside of his morning prayers, not one for the mornings.
Mikolas must have noticed, because he stopped talking as he continued his own routine. After waiting for Isidore to finish his morning prayers the two gathered what was left of their things and left.
Mikolas warmly bade farewell to his friend, who insisted on giving them both warm whole sweet breads for the road. Isidore ate half of his before tearing the remaining half for the oxen.
The merchant chuckled. "Are you always so giving? That could have been used for lunch were you no longer hungry." He pointed out.
Isidore shrugged. "I suppose so, but I don't like eating too many sweet things, especially so early in the morning. I'd rather enjoy something more indulgent after the day has ended." He answered honestly.
Mikolas gave him a look. "You hardly touched your food last night and yet you talk of eating indulgently at the end of the day?" he asked skeptically.
The farmer grinned. "Ah yes, my mistake. I meant at the end of my work day. I eat a light dinner because I will have a larger meal beforehand, just without wine. When I am on the road I supposed it is worth relaxing my own rules, but I've always done it I guess." He admitted.
His companion hummed thoughtfully at the explanation and offered the remainder of his sweet bread to his horse, who happily munched on it.
Isidore snickered. "Are you always so giving?" he teased, using the other man's words against him. Mikolas sent him a blinding smile.
"I suppose so."
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Four and a half hours later, the travelers began to see the edge of the massive city in the horizons. Mikolas sighed in relief.
"Thank the gods above and below. At least you have a cart, riding a horse all day can be quite uncomfortable." He grumbled.
Panthera snorted and shook his mane. 'Oi, hauling your fatass isn't a treat either!' the darkness being snarled telepathically.
'Watch it jackass…I still haven't forgiven you for your little joke from this morning. And quit calling me fat. Or have you run out of insults already?' the light being taunted. Throughout the travels, Panthera whined about how heavy Grimmjow was or simply called him fat every now and then.
'Were it not true I'd use something else!' the god turned horse shot back. 'Believe me, I'd much rather let Isidore ride me than your officious ass.' This was said with a hidden smile in his tone.
Grimmjow dug his heel into the horse's side. 'Perverted asshole.' He glowered mentally.
Oblivious to the internal argument of his new companion and his horse, Isidore hummed out loud. "I wouldn't know. I've never ridden a horse before." he admitted, much to both gods' surprise.
'Isn't he supposed to be a farmer? How does he survive without a horse?!' Panthera thought incredulously.
'His family was not blessed with much Pan. Try to remember that when we do reveal ourselves. He won't be used to receiving gifts.' Grimmjow quietly reasoned.
'I'd say. He was terrified of silk for fuck's sake!' the darker being exclaimed.
On the outside, Mikolas gave a kind smile. "Would you like to try your hand at it?" he offered gently. "My horse is well trained. You will neither hurt him nor be harmed by him." He promised.
Isidore looked skeptical. The horse seemed tame enough, but it was a large beast nonetheless. Having never ridden before gave the younger man pause.
The god saw the desire in his future beloved's eyes and got off his horse, offering the farmer a hand. Curiosity getting the better of him, Isidore allowed himself to be helped onto the horse. It felt strange to say the least, but the horse was rather patient with a complete stranger on its back.
'There you go Panthera…you got your wish.' Grimmjow teased as he calmly explained how to control the reins and other important information. Not that it was necessary; Panthera wouldn't dare hurt Isidore.
'Fuck you. I'm still going to enjoy this.' Panthera grinned mentally. 'I'm definitely not letting you back on; he's so much lighter and gentler.' The god turned horse huffed a little and threw his head back when Isidore braved a hand over his snout.
'He won't be once he gets to know the real you. You can bet on that.' Grimmjow grinned back as Isidore became more accustomed to being on a horse. It was all worth it to see the look of pure joy on his face.
The two men decided to switch modes of travel until they got much closer to the city. Isidore had the time of his life but never strayed too far from his friend.
The other man was far too much of a good sport though, and he relaxed as he drove the oxen at a much more comfortable pace.
After another hour of travel, the city was far closer, so the two switched off again, with Isidore clearly reluctant to leave the black stallion.
Mikolas laughed. "He's taken quite the liking to you as well. I'm sure you'll have plenty of chances to reacquaint yourself with him." He promised, a double meaning behind his words.
Panthera would have pouted had he the lips to do so but made up for his lack of humanoid features by licking a strip of Isidore's cheek with his tongue. The strange sensation made the younger man laugh and rub the horse's snout for his antics.
'Damn…he even tastes good.' Panthera thought out loud longingly. Grimmjow hummed, keeping that thought (and taste) at the back of his thoughts. Isidore tasted of the olives he grew, warmth brought by sunlight, and pure spring water. It was a fantastic mix, one both entities could drink endlessly.
Still, he had a plan to put in motion, and dwelling on distracting subjects would only waste his time. "You're practically best friends already! Do you have time to walk around or must you set up shop?" he asked casually. If the farmer needed to sell his wares, there was no reason to stall him.
Isidore gave an apologetic look. "I'm terribly sorry Mikolas. I enjoyed our conversations and travels together, but I really should open soon. It is a good hour for selling." He explained.
Most wares were sold at different intervals of the day, before the mid-day meal, and when the sun began to set. Most people did not want to go out to market with the sun at its hottest.
Mikolas nodded in understanding. "That is quite alright my friend. How about I become your first customer then?" he winked, gesturing to a pot of olive oil.
Isidore laughed. "The oil is yours. It's the least I can do for your generous allowance of me riding your stallion." He insisted.
Mikolas pursed his lips. The farmer was too generous. A horse was valuable yes, but his product was high quality. Something told him the young man would refuse coin. Then he smiled.
"A trade then? Three of your pots of oils, in exchange for silk for your mother?" he bartered. He could conjure anything he wanted from his pouch, it all depended on thinking of an object and summoning it.
Isidore bit his lip. Was oil worth such a soft cloth? Mikolas surely knew its worth, otherwise he might have asked for several pots. He could sense no ill will from his new friend, and why would he? He had been so generous before, why try to swindle him now?
Finally, the farmer smiled. "I suppose that is fair. Will you have difficulty traveling with three pots though?" he asked. Mikolas' horse was already saddled with bags, but he wasn't sure if the three pots would be easily balanced.
Mikolas grinned. "I suppose we'll travel to your market space before making the trade then, in order to avoid ruining anything needlessly." He suggested smoothly.
It was a hidden objective for the god. He knew his horse and person suit screamed of wealth. People would see the two together and assume the farmer's goods were that valuable for such a wealthy patron to accompany him.
Isidore was agreeable to this plan, and the two continued their journey straight into the heart of the city. Striking up more conversation, Isidore was completely oblivious to the stares of the locals. In short time, the two arrived at the marketplace.
Isidore immediately set to relieving his oxen of their burdens, and Mikolas forced Panthera to take several steps back to allow the farmer to set up his tent and wares. He noted the wear and tear of the tarp but said nothing.
Isidore sighed and turned back to his new friend. "Thank you so much for everything my friend. I hope your negotiation is fruitful." He offered sincerely as he offered the three pots as promised.
Mikolas purchased a basket in order to better hold his new wares, and carefully placed the jars inside. "The same for you, dear friend. I'm certain we will cross paths again very soon. Ah, before I forget," he began rummaging through one of the pouches tied to Panthera. "Here, this should be worth those jars."
It was an intricately embroidered silk fan, dyed a soft green and had traces of yellow.
Isidore's eyes went wide as he held the fan like it would crumble at the slightest pressure. "By the gods this is far more generous than I expected. Surely you deserve more than three pots of oil for this!" he protested.
Now he knew Mikolas was being too kind. Oil had its value yes, but there's no way such a beautiful fan was worth a mere three pots. At the very least, it must be worth ten!
Mikolas let out a hearty laugh. "Nonsense! The price is fair and it's yours to do with as you please. Though I won't say no to a handful of olives." He admitted.
Isidore wanted to be exasperated, he truly did, but he couldn't be ungrateful for all the man had just done. Grabbing two handfuls and dumping them in Mikolas' basket, he gave a hard look that said he would not accept any back.
Mikolas relented, and with further warm wishes, the two finally parted. Isidore wasn't sure why he felt so disappointed at seeing Mikolas leave. Perhaps it was because he truly had grown close to the man, he was the closest thing to a friend he'd had on his travel, and after spending two days together, it had felt more like years of friendship.
The farmer was not left with his lonesome thoughts for long, however, as people immediately flocked his stall, curious about his friendship with such a wealthy man as well. They also wanted to buy his wares as a result, leaving the farmer with far more coin and far less supploes within two hours.
Isidore was almost shocked by how well he was doing this year. Granted, he always came home with a fair amount of money, but this year, people were willing to offer much higher prices, and he wasn't even low on supplies yet!
He struck up some conversation with his market neighbors, and they traded and ate amongst themselves when the customers thinned out with the rising heat. Isidore was proud to say his sisters would surely get their treats and his mother would have a new himation [cloak] for the winter months. she certainly needed it, as she grew horribly cold during those times.
When the afternoon rush came and went, Isidore carefully counted his money from inside his tarp. He had never received so much in one day before. In fact, he wasn't sure to do with it. His old pouch couldn't hold all the new coins, so he thought nothing of purchasing a larger one and using the old one to store his mother's new fan. After all, he actually could afford to do it.
He stopped there though. He couldn't get greedy just because he earned a little more coin than he had in the past. It needed to last his family for at least four or five more months before next market. Though at this point, he was sure they would be able to survive the colder months with actual comfort. Maybe even hire an indentured servant to help tend the house!
The farmer was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of a horse's snort. Lo and behold, there was Mikolas smiling warmly from his steed.
"Mikolas!" Isidore blinked in surprise. "What are you doing here so late?" he pulled himself out of his tarp and instinctively pet Panthera above his snout. It was becoming the horse's favorite spot.
"My bartering ended well and far earlier than expected, so I thought I would drop by and see how you fared." He explained, sliding off the horse and looking over Isidore's stock. "I needn't have worried it seems. You have sold so much in one day already."
Isidore grinned sheepishly. "Indeed. I'm as surprised as you are." he admitted. "But on the bright side, I was able to purchase some amenities with plenty of extra coins to spare. I might not have anything left tomorrow to sell at this rate."
Mikolas blinked in surprise. "Don't say you'll be gone so soon I hope? All that travel for a mere two days of sales?" he pressed, sadness evident in his eyes.
Isidore shook his head, much to both their relief. "I doubt tomorrow will be as profitable. Most of my sales were before the mid-day meal, I'm sure most people bought enough they won't need to visit my stall again. I should likely be here for another two days at least." He assured.
Two days. Then Aether would keep his promise. How he was not sure, but he hoped the god actually kept his word, the farmer thought quietly to himself.
Meanwhile, Grimmjow heard that desperate plea in the farmer's head, and sighed. Today he had gone back to the heavens to see how Jinn was coming along with a remedy for his beloved's mother. She already had a potion for temporary relief but would need more time on the permanent cure. She was dealing with thousands of prayers to heal, and her kind heart couldn't ignore the pleas of so many in need just because Grimmjow wanted her help.
He understood, but it was still frustrating to wait. He wanted to see the joy in Isidore's eyes when he revealed the truth. Surely that reward would only come with the promised elixir in hand. The goddess assured him she was doing everything she could, and he knew it too. Jinn was known for forgoing sleep whenever she had a lot of prayers or projects in the making.
He hoped that meant she'd have the full cure within those two days. In the meantime, he offered a bright smile to hide his concerns.
"I'm glad to hear it! Have you found lodging for the night?" he asked out of curiosity. Most of the other merchants had already packed their things for the day.
Isidore shrugged. "The weather is nice enough. I wouldn't mind sleeping under the stars. It's rather nice." He lied. In truth, he was scared to waste too much money on an inn.
Grimmjow sighed inwardly at the mortal's foolish selflessness. Couldn't he let himself indulge just once?
But he couldn't offer him keep for tonight as well. To share on the way to the destination was one thing, it would be seen as creepy if he offered every night. He couldn't just leave him be though. Therefore, he let some of his concern show.
"The nights get rather cold. Do you at least have something to keep warm?" he asked, furrowing his brow.
Isidore frowned as well. When was the last time someone who wasn't his family actually showed this much concern for him? He only had one friend, and Claas could be the same way. Perhaps friends were simply supposed to be like this.
Mikolas took the silence as his answer and sighed loudly, before walking towards a stall that hadn't quite closed up yet. Isidore craned his head but was immediately blocked by Panthera, who apparently wanted more head rubs.
The farmer chuckled and complied. "Your master is a silly one, worrying about lowly old me." He muttered and laughed again when the horse seemed to take offense. "Sorry, sorry. I'm just not used to all this kindness." He amended.
'You little idiot! Can't you see how much we care about you?' Panthera snarled, but the human could not hear him. So he nudged at him. 'Fucking humans…treating one of their own like trash. And they wonder why I enjoy my job so much.' He grumbled while nuzzling his cheek. Fuck, couldn't he just reveal themselves now? Isidore NEEDED proper care.
'Right…reveal yourself as the god of darkness in the middle of the day…that will go well.' Grimmjow dryly intercepted his more impulsive side, already finished with his business. 'Two days Pan. Just two days. Don't make me absorb you, because I will if it keeps you from fucking up everything we've worked for.' He warned.
The horse-god huffed and pulled away when his 'master' clucked his tongue at him. Mikolas was revealed holding a recently purchased quilt and offered it to the shocked youth.
"I won't try and ask you to stay with me again. I wouldn't want to inconvenience you. But I must insist on at least taking this. I'll sleep better knowing you are protected from the elements." He said, dropping the quilt into the other man's lap.
Isidore wanted to protest, really, but what could he do? The man already bought him a quilt! Try as he might, it felt incredibly comfortable, and Mikolas had a serious expression on his face. With a sigh, he resigned to a weary smile and thanked the man, who relaxed upon the gift being accepted.
"I thank you for this gift, but I must insist you not worry about me. I have braved the nights before." he scolded, a light scowl on his face. Odd, for someone who's scowl normally never left his face, this was the first he's done so since Mikolas came into his life.
Mikolas did not seem to be put off though, rather he smiled brightly. "It's in my nature to worry, I suppose." Panthera snorted as though in agreement.
'Only to those you want a piece of," he snickered.
A mental glare was sent his way for his troubles. 'Quiet you,' the entity of light warned.
Isidore, naturally, was oblivious to the quiet argument. "I suppose it is." He conceded, tipping his head respectfully. "Have a restful evening, Mikolas."
The wealthy merchant patted his horse, signifying it was time to move. "And the same for you, good friend. May you be just as profitable tomorrow." With that, the man jumped onto the horse and rode off.
Isidore chuckled and made to continue putting away his things. Another seller nearby laughed as well.
"Were I senile, I would have thought the lad was courting you." He teased.
The young farmer paused in his ministrations. Was Mikolas courting him? Surely not…why would a wealthy, well-traveled man like him want with a poor farmer? There was no shame in male lovers, but with such a distinctive class gap? Why was he even considering the notion?
This train of thought stuck with the young man for an entire day, between selling his wares. Mikolas must have noticed he was distracted, because he let him be that entire day. The farmer appreciated the sentiment, he needed some time to process what exactly was going on between him and the, admittingly, handsome merchant.
On the morning of his last day, the source of his newfound trepidations returned after he finished his morning prayers. He had very little stock left to his merchandise, and the new money pouch was coming close to its limits.
"Good morning." The raven-haired man greeted warmly, sliding off his horse gracefully.
The sunset haired man smiled back in return. "To you as well," he turned to look at the remainder of his supplies. "It has been quite a busy season for me. I can only hope the same applied for you?"
Mikolas grinned brightly. "Oh yes, it's been very profitable for me as well." he insisted. Panthera snorted in agreement beside him.
Jinn came through. Almost at the last minute, but she finished the all-cure just as the sun began to warm the Grecian island. Everything was falling into place for Grimmjow.
Isidore cocked his head in curiosity. In his short but well-acquainted time with Mikolas, the man failed to keep his excitement at bay, and would talk animatedly about something successful. Still, the man only smiled as though he held a tantalizing secret, so the young attempted to coax a response, to no avail.
Mikolas expertly dodged the subtle interest in his success, instead asking if the farmer needed help packing up the remainder of his oils and fruits. Isidore huffed but accepted the help.
"I will be leaving today after I stop by a carpenter to patch up my cart." He explained as he harnessed the oxen. "What about yourself?" he asked casually. After so many days together, it was only proper to say goodbye.
Mikolas hummed, crossing his arms in thought. "I was planning on stopping by Morgantina again to check in on old Agapios again. He is slowing with age, you see." Isidore nodded in understanding. "Perhaps we could travel together and part ways there?" Isidore tried not to notice how hopeful Mikolas sounded.
'Perhaps he is courting me.' The farmer thought quietly. What to do with this information he didn't know, but he had to respond before the tension became uncomfortable.
"Sounds like we have our plans set for the day then." He smiled, much to the other man's relief. He really did enjoy having Mikolas for company, so being able to say farewell at a later time secretly made him glad as well…even if he would have to politely refuse the man's advances. He had his family to think of.
The disguised god was beside himself with excitement. They would stop shortly before reaching Morgantina and finally, finally, he would reveal himself. A week, which normally felt like a blink of an eye, finally crawled by and his time would come.
The cart didn't need too much repair, much to Isidore's relief. At the insistence of his friend, they ate lunch together and shopped around the market before leaving. It was the big city after all.
The farmer caved and bought himself new tools for his trees, and a pair of new sandals. He had plenty of money left over, and Mikolas insisted the farmer treat himself better or threatened to purchase the items himself. He got his sisters their treats, and his father some herbs for his medicine. Finally, he was ready to go.
The beginning of the trek to Morgantina was quiet. Around an hour later, Panthera became restless. 'What the hell are you waiting for? There's no one else around…do it already!' he huffed.
'Not yet…I want the timing to be right.' Grimmjow shot back. He wanted the perfect opening. Something that wouldn't seem so unexpected.
Within ten minutes, his perfect chance appeared.
Isidore let out a small, disappointed sigh. Mikolas looked over to him in mild concern, pausing his story about his plans for later. "Is everything alright my friend? I'm not boring you I hope." He feigned concern.
Isidore waved his hands frantically. "Oh no! I'm so sorry for making you think that!" he insisted. "It's just…well…you recall that dream I told you about three days ago yes?" he offered lamely, so caught in his thoughts he never saw both horse and rider perk up at the explanation.
'Told you waiting was worth it,' Grimmjow thought smugly while maintaining his concerned human guise. "Yes, the one where Aether spoke directly to you?" he asked casually, slowing his horse to a complete stop. Isidore halted his oxen immediately afterwards.
He immediately crossed his arms. "Well…if everything I dreamt was to be true, I thought for sure a sign by the god himself would appear today. I followed the great Aether's simple request diligently, and he promised to have the answer to my mother's pains. I don't want to seem ungrateful, but am I wrong for being concerned?" he asked, looking over at his friend.
Mikolas smiled. "Perhaps he wants to be sure you never gave up hope. That is a trait of his after all." He pointed out. Okay, he might be teasing a little bit now.
Isidore's brow furrowed. "I…thought I had been. Perhaps I was too lax, or he did not take well to my moments of doubting his words." He fretted, anxiety welling up in him.
Grimmjow realized he was causing more harm than good and reached out to calm his beloved. "Isidore, relax. He hasn't forsaken you." He assured him.
The farmer gave him a miserable look. "How can you be so sure? Seven days and nights have passed. When does the waiting end?" he lamented, his head hanging limply. Seeing his soon to be so despondent was all Grimmjow needed to end the ruse.
"…It ends now, Isidore of Kamarina." He said soothingly, his voice gradually changing to his godly tone.
Isidore's head snapped up, and with wide eyes watched as the man he'd traveled and shared so many stories with melted away to reveal Grimmjow's true form.
"I…you…" the poor farmer stuttered in absolute shock. "But…Mikolas?" he managed, horribly confused.
Grimmjow smiled kindly. "Mikolas never existed," he admitted. "I was beside you this entire time, watching as you kept your promise. Forgive me for the delay, I had to ensure no other mortals were around."
Hope filled the mortal's eyes. "Lord Aether…" he breathed out, before realizing his grievous mistake of not showing respect. He made to kneel before the god but was halted by Grimmjow himself.
"Please, my friend, I wouldn't dare ask you to kneel for me. You've garnered too much of my respect for that." He insisted, before reaching into his brilliant, sky colored robes. "I believe this belongs to you."
Eyes as wide as the wheels of his cart, Isidore's trembling hands cradled the jar encasing a soft glowing liquid that sloshed ever so slightly. "The cure…" he breathed out, his relief washing over his face.
Grimmjow relished the expression, just as he knew he would. Isidore's happiness was infectious, and he broke out in a grin of his own. "As promised. I wouldn't dare leave someone so dedicated to their family to suffer." He assured.
Isidore's expression softened as he looked to the god who just changed his entire world. "How can I ever thank you?" he insisted, thinking back to Aether's strangely small request. There simply had to be another way to repay the god's unbelievable kindness.
The god heaved a sigh. "I will not hide it any longer, as you deserve to know." He began, a more serious look on his face. "Isidore, I had no idea who you were until a week ago. A fellow god informed me of your existence, which moved me to hear your plea." He admitted. Honesty was best in this situation.
Isidore furrowed his brow. "I'm…afraid I don't understand."
Grimmjow gave a kind look. "There is a mortal in Athens who just gave his theory on soulmates*," he began, much to the confusion of the farmer. "That mortal soulmates used to be fused together but were split by the gods out of fear and jealousy. Over time, the humans found their other half once again, and resumed their happiness. Of course, that tale is mostly ridiculous, but holds some traction.
"Soulmates are very much real, Isidore, and even us gods take the aspect very seriously," he continued. "Even we seek someone so near and dear to our hearts, that we are willing to wait hundreds, if not thousands of years to find that someone." He explained.
Something clicked. "And…you believe…I'm your soulmate?" he asked in astonishment. The god smiled and nodded, only to furrow his brows when the youth began laughing.
"I'm so sorry, I…I mean you no disrespect lord Aether," he managed after a few chuckles. "But surely you must have been guided to the wrong person. I am just a lowly farmer." He protested, a sad smile on his face. "A poor, horribly colored farmer. Someone as beautiful as you deserves an equally handsome soulmate." He reasoned.
Grimmjow scowled. "You little fool, can you not see your own beauty? Had I not assured you there were so many others with similar coloring? You are not a freak Isidore." He huffed.
Isidore's own face hardened. "Really? Mikolas was only a ruse. How can I know for sure anything you said disguised as him was real?" he shot back, only vaguely realizing he was arguing with someone vastly more powerful than him.
Grimmjow sighed in exasperation. "Would you have honestly taken me seriously as I am now? A god appearing out of nowhere long before he was expected to? My experiences were real, Isidore, only altered to fit the journey. And that includes everything I said about you. Everything." He insisted.
The farmer swallowed thickly. "I…I'm too strange. I have nothing to offer you." He replied weakly, cowering at the intensity of the god's stare.
The immortal smiled kindly once again. "I don't ask much of you, Isidore. Only to allow me a chance to properly court you." He offered gently. Getting angry at him wasn't his plan, but he never expected the youth to doubt him.
Isidore wrapped his arms around himself, as though protecting himself from a blow. "I…I don't know what to do," he confessed. He was scared; for years he thought he was unlovable, now an ancient god was offering to court him?
Grimmjow crossed his arms, silently planning his next move. "Please do not feel you must choose me over your mother's health," he said suddenly, causing the farmer to flinch. "Whether you accept my proposal or not, the cure is yours." He declared.
Cradling the potion against his chest, Isidore gave another wide-eyed look. He actually had a choice? Idly, the farmer thought back to the morning he awoke next to 'Mikolas,' and how…strangely right it had felt.
He swallowed thickly once again. "What happens if I accept your courting?" timidly he avoided the god's expression, unsure what he'd see.
Hope rose in Grimmjow's chest. "Very little will change in the beginning," he admitted. "You are free to continue tilling the land and caring for your family as you wish. Twice a week, however, I would come to court you properly. You would also be given a personal summoning relic, so you may call on me at any time."
"Summoning…relic?" Isidore raised an eyebrow dubiously.
The god nodded. "A calling card if you will," he explained, only to receive another blank look. "You can call for me when holding it, and I will appear within moments."
Isidore nodded, having been clarified. "And how…long would this courting last?" he wondered, still slightly unsure.
Grimmjow smiled. "Not terribly long. Perhaps until Gamelion? That way you have plenty of time to make up your mind. Of course, you could always accept or refuse me sooner than that." He added.
Gamelion…huh? That would be…roughly four months from now. Four months of courting from a god twice a week…in hindsight it did not seem so terrible. Normal courting periods lasted several months, perhaps gods just had a shorter patience for such things.
He was still a little miffed at being deceived, but even that made sense. Plus, there was no denying he was attracted to the beautiful god so…
Isidore sighed quietly to himself before smiling shyly. "As undeserving of this honor as I am," he began, before the deity could protest. The farmer knelt down respectfully. "I would be truly honored to accept your proposal."
The entire world suddenly appeared brighter, the god couldn't control his excitement. With a belly laugh, the god summoned the farmer directly into his arms and held him tight. "You won't regret this Isidore, this I assure you." He stated warmly, his eyes burning blue crystals.
Isidore laughed as he allowed himself to relax against the god's chest. Panthera let out a cheerful whinny in the background, startling the farmer.
"Ah, is Panthera your celestial horse then?" he asked curiously, pulling away slightly to observe the horse better.
Grimmjow scowled at the loss of attention. "Him? Not at all, he's just something I borrowed from a friend for the journey." He explained nonchalantly before dismissing his other half.
"You mother fuc-!" was all the irate darkness god could say before being sent back to the underworld. Grimmjow snickered at his twin's fury. He really should have known better; the gods had agreed amongst themselves they should wait before revealing his other half to the god.
Isidore pouted. "Oh, what a shame. I rather liked him." He pondered out loud before pulling away from the god. "Well…what happens now?" he asked.
Grimmjow grinned. "I bring you home for starters. No point in wasting the rest of the day away." He explained, before his eyes flashed an electric color. Before Isidore could blink, the two of them and his borrowed oxen were on the outskirts of his family's farm.
While Isidore marveled at the god's teleportation ability, Grimmjow took off a necklace he'd been wearing underneath his robes. Imbuing it with some power, he then turned to the still mesmerized youth.
"Please accept this as my first gift." He said, holding out the jewelry. Isidore hesitantly bowed his head to let the god place it around his neck. He quietly appreciated the weight and coolness of the piece. "This will be your summoning relic. You simply have to grasp the center stone and call out my name." he elaborated.
Isidore's eyes widened. "Tru-truly?" he stammered. "I simply have to say Aether and you will appear?" he asked innocently.
Grimmjow bark out a laugh at his mortal's genuine innocence. "Ah, perhaps I am not being fair by laughing, but I have my reasons," he explained at the farmer's confused expression. "Aether is the name I gave for the Greeks to call me. You may call me by my true name whenever we are not around others."
The mortal blinked. "True name?" he repeated, the notion of having more than one name lost to him.
"All the gods choose to do so, you see," The deity explained. "Some have names you mortals simply cannot pronounce or prefer not to share unless with someone important. I fall into the latter category." He smiled. "From now on, whenever we are alone or in the company of other gods, you may call me Grimmjow."
"Grimm…xiao…?" Isidore tried it out slowly, frowning at the difficulty.
The aforementioned god chuckled. "Grimm-jow." He repeated slowly but clearly.
Isidore smiled softly. "I understand…gri-Grimmjow. I thank you generously for your kindness." He bowed his head softly.
The god shook his head. "And I you, for I enjoyed these past two days better than I had for several hundred years. Enjoy your day, Isidore. I shall return for you soon enough." He lifted the other man's free hand to press his lips to it, before fading away.
The farmer's face turned red before he wondered if heat stroke caused him to imagine these things. The cool feel of the necklace proved him wrong though, and with a smile towards the sky, he guided the oxen the rest of the way home.
Grimmjow watched him with an equally large grin and finally returned to the heavens. He had a courtship to prepare for.
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AWTG: OMG I'm finally done! *Wheeze* I'm so sorry for the delay. I really am. I graduated, then immediately found employment. It's been hard finding time to work on my stories. Not to worry; I haven't forgotten about you guys. I'll try to produce the next chapter soon, but no promises.
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