The Conversation I Wish We Would Have
The conversation I wish we would have
His chest was slick with sweat as I shifted against his side to pull the covers up around myself and finally ask the question that had been burning inside me since we had started sleeping together again.
Afraid to possibly face the rejection in his eyes, I pressed a kiss to his cheek before tucking my face into his neck.
“Who are we to each other?”
The hand that had been lazily trailing up and down my spine faltered. I wished I hadn't asked.
We had been strangers, friends with benefits, lovers, each other’s, estranged for a while, friends again, and now- now I didn't know how to label us. Didn't know if he wanted to label us.
To label us would make things real and complicated and messy.
Another moment is stillness and his hand resumed its path on my back.
“You tell me.”
His answer was a non- answer. An avoidance. A turn around.
“You know what I would like is to be. What I want us to be again.”
I shifted again to lean against his chest so I could meet his eyes now.
“What feels like forever ago, we stood in the kitchen, and I told you I had to say the words at least once.”
His hand tightened around my waist as I ran my hand up his neck to hold his cheek.
“I have to say it again. I need to say it again.”
“Then say it.”
“I love you. I am in love with you.”
“I know.”
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Don’t keep opening that door or the sunlight will get me, grip me, force me warm through
like your hands do like the whispered suggestions you put to me when I’m edging closer to dawn.
Don’t keep leaving perfect blossoms on my pillow, their imminent demise leaves stains, my love,
and I think the secret is
we’re not changing the ending from here no matter how sultry your promises
this will hurt sooner or later it will hurt
more with these crumpled sheets cradling your body right inside daytime,
more with that door wide open to falling brightness, falling yearning, falling cautions abandoned
on white-painted floorboards, in the folds of your dropped clothes, under your tongue,
in the breeze slipping past these blazing sunrays.
“Most times, it’s just a lot easier not to let the world know what’s wrong.”
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Athena: you tend to have a lot of headaches
Aphrodite: I don’t drink enough water
Athena: oh yeah me neither
Aphrodite: hot girls are dehydrated
Athena: that’s what I’m saying
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“You will never have to question my loyalty.”
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Artemis: I'm gonna need a human skull but you can't ask why. Athena: Only if you also don't ask why. Athena: *pulls four pristine human skulls out of their bag* Artemis: ... Artemis, grabbing a skull: This one will do.
Dionysus: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Ariadne. Ariadne: I hate myself. Dionysus: Alright, square up.
Hermes: Hey, can we stay in your dorm tonight? Hephaestus: Why? Dionysus: Ares fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours. Hermes: Apollo doesn't know how to banish spirits, so he just threw salt at them and yell "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"
Aphrodite: If looking good was a crime, you’d be a law abiding citizen.
Zeus, handing out popsicles: Which flavor do you want? Hermes: Blue flavor! Zeus: Uh, you mean Blue Raspberry? Hermes: Blue flavor! Blue flavor! Zeus: Blue is not a flavor! Hermes: BLUE FLAVOR!
Apollo: A butterfly! Hey, little guy, gal or nonbinary pal! Aphrodite: Can a butterfly be nonbinary? Apollo: I mean, maybe? I don't judge. Dionysus, staring dreamily out of the window: Ah, have you ever imagine having butterfly wings? Then- Artemis: Then it would be inconvenient as f*ck. Your wings would smack every doorframe and your clothes would have to have holes in the back. Ares: Also, your wing's paper thin, so even a six year old aimed a NERF gun at it would... Yeah... Hermes: *sips coffee* According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a- Dionysus: No, nononono. You f*ckers have already shattered my dream, you don't get the f*cking privilege to make that reference. Athena: Also, it's about a butterfly, not a bee... Why would you make that reference? Apollo: You clearly have not lived with him long enough.
Artemis: Theater kids are just choir kids who joined forces with the band and strings kids.
Ares: The moon looks beautiful, doesn’t it? Hephaestus, looking at Ares: Yeah… but do you know what’s more beautiful? Ares and Hephaestus in unison: *sighs* Aphrodite
Hera: Hephaestus! What did I tell you about lying? Hephaestus, looking down: ...That it only works on Zeus.
Ares: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco. Hermes: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy. Apollo: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance. Dionysus: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons. Athena: Why? Just why?
Apollo: Do you take constructive criticism? Hermes: No, only cash or credit.
Apollo: What situation is not instantly improved by the addition of fishnets, I ask you. Artemis: Being a fish. Apollo: Well, sh*t.
Dionysus: Forgive me Father, for I have sinny-sin-sinned.
You can't blame the monster for doing what's natural to them.
Angels are so far above the evils of men.
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