The candle wick was picked up with tongs, held upside down, and pushed to the end of the molten mass of wax. The only thing left to do is to wait until the wax hardens and take care so that it doesn’t break or crack.
Eutostea watched the heating brass bowl with delight and entered the inner room to see the two gods who had not yet awakened from their hangover. The leopards bit and dragged them away.
She looked sympathetically at Apollo, who was spread with his figure crumpled on the floor, and Dionysus, lying sideways with his back bent as if he were a sleeping shrimp. Are they truly one of the twelve Olympians?
They reminded her of her sisters when they played too much and passed out like that after making a mess.
When she thought of her sisters, Eutostea felt cold. Just a while ago, when she offered the wine from the pond in a golden cup to the festival bowl, she prayed for Thebes and her sisters, even though she was the priest of Dionysus now. The longing for her family and hometown hit her like waves in a stormy sea. Every single day was like a war to the point where she could no longer remember how her daily life as a princess has been.
Eutostea lifted the bedclothes and covered the bodies of the two gods. They did not budge even after being bitten and dragged around by leopards and still slept on the bare floor overnight. However, she thought they would at least sleep peacefully if she covered them up.
Apollo was gentle when he slept just as she remembered. He did not budge and only his chest kept rising and falling as he breathed. She didn’t know he would respond with sincerity to her request of using him as a woodcutter. Her fear of being cursed disappeared, and his child-like sleeping appearance was so pure that he did not seem to be able to inflict harm on anyone.
That is why it’s more dangerous.
Eutostea let go of her compassion for him as she covered him with her bedclothes.
***
Apollo had the following dream… dry air that makes his lungs tighten. Under the scorching sun, the sand was heated like stones in a furnace, burning anything that touched it. He awoke topless on a white bed in the middle of the desert. He was thirsty. So he knew this was a dream. If it were reality, he would not feel thirsty like a mortal.
He got out of bed sweating profusely. It was hard to keep his body together. Thirst and starvation. Human weakness seemed to have stuck to him like a plague. His joints shrank; unable to carry his weight. His bones creaked and the strength of his majestic body was in no way apparent. He struggled, looking up into the white ether.
“Water… give me water…”
Though he had no idea whom he was appealing to, he still sent a distress signal. Something was caught in the hand he was flailing wildly. It had cold and smooth skin like a salamander. Apollo pulled her into his arms. A cool feeling spread through his chest as if he were immersed in an oasis. His uncomfortably tented groin entangled between his thighs cooled down a little. However, the hot energy was unable to calm down for long as if a fire was brewing in his lower part. It was encouraged even more rather than soothed.
“Eutostea,” Apollo mumbled, poking his lips on the woman’s forehead.
She was looking at him weirdly. A seductive smile lingered over her firm mouth. Because it’s a dream.
Apollo captured the vivid body of the woman that his passion brought to life, with the spirit of wanting to eat her up.
“You’re thirsty. Lord Apollo.”
Eutostea’s long fingers stroked his chin. They got caught in his earlobe. She jeered at the hairband he was wearing. The golden band twirled around her finger.
He felt like a butterfly was flapping its wings near his ears. He kept looking at Eutostea. Nothing could be discerned from her face. Only, she was a sight to behold. His beautiful woman’s red-cheeked breathed out a lullaby-like sigh, uttering “You’ll be less thirsty if you drink me.”
The candle wick was picked up with tongs, held upside down, and pushed to the end of the molten mass of wax. The only thing left to do is to wait until the wax hardens and take care so that it doesn’t break or crack.
Eutostea watched the heating brass bowl with delight and entered the inner room to see the two gods who had not yet awakened from their hangover. The leopards bit and dragged them away.
She looked sympathetically at Apollo, who was spread with his figure crumpled on the floor, and Dionysus, lying sideways with his back bent as if he were a sleeping shrimp. Are they truly one of the twelve Olympians?
They reminded her of her sisters when they played too much and passed out like that after making a mess.
When she thought of her sisters, Eutostea felt cold. Just a while ago, when she offered the wine from the pond in a golden cup to the festival bowl, she prayed for Thebes and her sisters, even though she was the priest of Dionysus now. The longing for her family and hometown hit her like waves in a stormy sea. Every single day was like a war to the point where she could no longer remember how her daily life as a princess has been.
Eutostea lifted the bedclothes and covered the bodies of the two gods. They did not budge even after being bitten and dragged around by leopards and still slept on the bare floor overnight. However, she thought they would at least sleep peacefully if she covered them up.
Apollo was gentle when he slept just as she remembered. He did not budge and only his chest kept rising and falling as he breathed. She didn’t know he would respond with sincerity to her request of using him as a woodcutter. Her fear of being cursed disappeared, and his child-like sleeping appearance was so pure that he did not seem to be able to inflict harm on anyone.
That is why it’s more dangerous.
Eutostea let go of her compassion for him as she covered him with her bedclothes.
***
Apollo had the following dream… dry air that makes his lungs tighten. Under the scorching sun, the sand was heated like stones in a furnace, burning anything that touched it. He awoke topless on a white bed in the middle of the desert. He was thirsty. So he knew this was a dream. If it were reality, he would not feel thirsty like a mortal.
He got out of bed sweating profusely. It was hard to keep his body together. Thirst and starvation. Human weakness seemed to have stuck to him like a plague. His joints shrank; unable to carry his weight. His bones creaked and the strength of his majestic body was in no way apparent. He struggled, looking up into the white ether.
“Water… give me water…”
Though he had no idea whom he was appealing to, he still sent a distress signal. Something was caught in the hand he was flailing wildly. It had cold and smooth skin like a salamander. Apollo pulled her into his arms. A cool feeling spread through his chest as if he were immersed in an oasis. His uncomfortably tented groin entangled between his thighs cooled down a little. However, the hot energy was unable to calm down for long as if a fire was brewing in his lower part. It was encouraged even more rather than soothed.
“Eutostea,” Apollo mumbled, poking his lips on the woman’s forehead.
She was looking at him weirdly. A seductive smile lingered over her firm mouth. Because it’s a dream.
Apollo captured the vivid body of the woman that his passion brought to life, with the spirit of wanting to eat her up.
“You’re thirsty. Lord Apollo.”
Eutostea’s long fingers stroked his chin. They got caught in his earlobe. She jeered at the hairband he was wearing. The golden band twirled around her finger.
He felt like a butterfly was flapping its wings near his ears. He kept looking at Eutostea. Nothing could be discerned from her face. Only, she was a sight to behold. His beautiful woman’s red-cheeked breathed out a lullaby-like sigh, uttering “You’ll be less thirsty if you drink me.”
