Tuesday Tales - Cream

 

Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we are with the Gods of DC and the word prompt is “cream”.

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Hestia scowled as she gave a haughty shrug. “There is nothing ‘up’ with me. I am perfectly fine.”

Demeter shook her head in disagreement. “I know you, Hestia. It was you and me against the rest, remember?”

Hestia’s frown deepened. She spun on her toe and shuffled towards the kitchen, her skirt swaying around her as she hustled away. Shemus babbled as he disappeared with his aunt. Demeter sighed and followed them. 

Hestia rounded the island in the middle of the spacious room and set Shemus in the port-a-crib that magically appeared out of thin air. The goddess plucked up the tea kettle to pour herself a cup of tea. A sprinkle of sugar and a dollop of cream finished the beverage. She took a sip. Was she trying to compose herself? “Yes, I do remember that. When we lived on Olympus, when we were happy at home, it was you and me against the rest of the Pantheon. We could trust each other. I could rely on you. Now? Can I do that now? I'm starting to believe that I can’t.”

“What would make you think that?”

“You have changed, Demeter.”

Demeter gaped at her sister, dumbfounded. She clamped her fists to her hips as she felt rage bubbling up inside her. “You said you loved them. Freddy, Mack, Juliet, Deidre and Khalil. You just said how you like them better than your own blood family.”

Hestia’s eyes widened as she set her cup on the counter. “I did.”

“Are you lying?”

“Of course not.”

“You aren’t making sense, Sis.”

Hestia paused then huffed. “I am proud to be one of the remaining Vestal Virgins. I really am. But, I can’t help but feel a little…”

Demeter gave her a little smile. “Jealous?”

“Yes. That. You are so happy now with your little family. For the first time in thousands of years, I am wondering if I made a mistake.”

Tuesday Tales - Meet

 

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This week we are with the Gods of DC and the word prompt is “meet”.

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Demeter noticed her husband shift beside her. She had been with Freddy to know that the conversation was making him uncomfortable. “We really appreciate it, Aunt Hestia.”

She gave him a smirk. “I’m not your aunt, you know. You married my sister.”

“I know…I mean…”

His stammering was cut off by the slam of a door. Bootsteps on a stone floor echoed off the walls. 

Moments later, Hades stood at the door. It was true. He looked like a weekend warrior that spent most of his life behind a CEO’s desk. The way his face twisted made it evident he wasn’t happy with his new attire. 

“I told my minions to meet me here with any updates that they have. And there’s nothing I can do with these clothes.” He tugged viciously at his leather vest. 

“So, you’re finally joining the others,” Hestia commented. “Where is your lovely bride?”

Demeter bristled. Hestia may have been Persephone’s aunt, but Demeter was her mother. And Seph was pregnant. Her place was in the Underworld. She was safe there. 

Demeter frowned to herself. Did she just say that?

Hades rubbed his brow with a growl. “Good to see you too, Sis. Are we all done gossiping? We need to get this mission started.”

“Are the bikes here?” Freddy questioned.

Hades lifted his head then flicked his hand. “They are now.”

“Then let’s get going.” Deirdre broke her silence. The demon strode through the family and past Hades towards the front door. 

“That’s my sister,” Freddy muttered. Demeter could hear the pride even though he was grumbling. She watched the rest of the family file outside. She stayed put. 

She needed to have a word with her sister. 

As the front door closed, she spun slowly towards Hestia. “What is up with you? You aren’t like this.”

Tuesday Tales - Strong

 

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This week we are with the Gods of DC and the word prompt is “foolish”.

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Poseidon chuckled then swept his arm in a grand gesture towards the direction the others had gone. “I’m sure you have. Should we follow the rest of the family?”

“I suppose we’d better.”

The two siblings strode down the hall until they reached the great hall. The room was over two stories with banister-lined walkways above. Plush, antique, mismatched furniture was scattered around the place where a pair of thrones would have sat. A large area was left open in the center.

This was once the spot where a lord or lady, or maybe even a king or queen, sat to rule their land. What did Hestia use it for now? Ballroom dancing?

“You are correct, little sister,” Hestia replied.

Demeter’s gaze shot up to meet Hestia’s. The older goddess gave her a mischievous smirk in response. 

“You have to stop reading my thoughts,” Demeter chided.

“Me reading my brothers’ and sisters’ thoughts have prevented some major disasters.” She cooed at the little boy in her arms. “You are such a strong little man, aren’t you?”

“That reminds me,” Demeter interrupted. “Can you watch Shemus and Olympia? This mission is too dangerous to take a couple of children on.”

Hestia stared at her sister for a long, hard moment. Then she glanced at the others around the room. “I suppose the rest of you need me to babysit you little ones also?”

“If you don’t mind,” Juliet answered. “I know it’s a lot to ask to take on five kids all under the age of four all at once. They’re all at least semi-deities on top of that.”

Hestia smiled at her. “It’s no imposition. The nymphs love to help me. I think they hope to raise these children better than their parents turned out.”

Poseidon cleared his throat. “We have the same folks, Hestia.”

“That’s true. But you can’t blame me for who the next generation turned out. I’m a vestal virgin. I have no offspring.”