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Trying to Catch Adonis
He wasn’t just a mortal plaything; he was the real deal.
Oh, I didn’t care that Persephone and Aphrodite had tried to steal Adonis from right under my nose. What did they know of him besides his charm and wit? Did they know what made his heart beat faster? Did they realize what shadows trailed behind his tired eyes?
Sometimes I peeked into his dreams. There were never lovers there — odd, that — but his dreamscape was filled with the light of a thousand worlds. No one knew he had a universe blooming inside him, right in plain sight if only the gods had known to look.
Mortal? No, he was something more. He was something other, something true, something the gods had taken for granted for far too long.
He was world-weary, but still he wandered out into the world each day and held his head high. In another life, he would have been a general leading campaigns into battle; in this life, he was just another young man who’d been crushed down far too often. His dark eyes held secrets that were too great to be known — or so I told myself.
But I didn’t know how to woo him. I had no idea how to approach the enigma that he was. It wasn’t as simple as asking him out for coffee or lunch or even a movie. He seemed untouchable and fragile, a man who was softer than his peers in all…
