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Neena was out of sorts and she knew that her friend Hesi would notice. There weren't that many people in her life that she had known long enough for them to be able to recognise the subtle shifts of her features and the tapered change to her exuberant attitude. But Hesi was one of them. Possibly the only one in her life outside of those she had been with in the Zaire.
So, when he noticed that the subject of conversation brought up by the pretty Egyptian was not to her liking - or rather - brought up thoughts, feelings and events that were still a little too recent and raw to have become memories, it didn't surprise her that he took the opportunity to move her away from such talks, protecting her from even words that might wound her spirit.
What did surprise her, however, was the fact that he was willing to do it when the absenting of that tavern was resulting in a loss of a willing bed partner that night. For Hesi already knew where she stood and that he would get no such attentions from Neena. Meaning that, to take Neena outside and off to star-gaze was submitting himself to a night of chastity. Something that Neena didn't think was a common occurrence for Hesi.
"That woman was all over you." Neena commented to Hesi, her smile back in place and her attitude jovial once more. But there was a hint of falseness about it. "You sure you'd rather be spending the night with me? The stars will still be there tomorrow."
Her comments didn't seem to change his mind though for it wasn't long before they reached a likely looking building with a flat top to its roof that they could use as a perch upon which to lay and gaze up at the wondrous and the mighty visage of the night sky...
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Neena was out of sorts and she knew that her friend Hesi would notice. There weren't that many people in her life that she had known long enough for them to be able to recognise the subtle shifts of her features and the tapered change to her exuberant attitude. But Hesi was one of them. Possibly the only one in her life outside of those she had been with in the Zaire.
So, when he noticed that the subject of conversation brought up by the pretty Egyptian was not to her liking - or rather - brought up thoughts, feelings and events that were still a little too recent and raw to have become memories, it didn't surprise her that he took the opportunity to move her away from such talks, protecting her from even words that might wound her spirit.
What did surprise her, however, was the fact that he was willing to do it when the absenting of that tavern was resulting in a loss of a willing bed partner that night. For Hesi already knew where she stood and that he would get no such attentions from Neena. Meaning that, to take Neena outside and off to star-gaze was submitting himself to a night of chastity. Something that Neena didn't think was a common occurrence for Hesi.
"That woman was all over you." Neena commented to Hesi, her smile back in place and her attitude jovial once more. But there was a hint of falseness about it. "You sure you'd rather be spending the night with me? The stars will still be there tomorrow."
Her comments didn't seem to change his mind though for it wasn't long before they reached a likely looking building with a flat top to its roof that they could use as a perch upon which to lay and gaze up at the wondrous and the mighty visage of the night sky...
Neena was out of sorts and she knew that her friend Hesi would notice. There weren't that many people in her life that she had known long enough for them to be able to recognise the subtle shifts of her features and the tapered change to her exuberant attitude. But Hesi was one of them. Possibly the only one in her life outside of those she had been with in the Zaire.
So, when he noticed that the subject of conversation brought up by the pretty Egyptian was not to her liking - or rather - brought up thoughts, feelings and events that were still a little too recent and raw to have become memories, it didn't surprise her that he took the opportunity to move her away from such talks, protecting her from even words that might wound her spirit.
What did surprise her, however, was the fact that he was willing to do it when the absenting of that tavern was resulting in a loss of a willing bed partner that night. For Hesi already knew where she stood and that he would get no such attentions from Neena. Meaning that, to take Neena outside and off to star-gaze was submitting himself to a night of chastity. Something that Neena didn't think was a common occurrence for Hesi.
"That woman was all over you." Neena commented to Hesi, her smile back in place and her attitude jovial once more. But there was a hint of falseness about it. "You sure you'd rather be spending the night with me? The stars will still be there tomorrow."
Her comments didn't seem to change his mind though for it wasn't long before they reached a likely looking building with a flat top to its roof that they could use as a perch upon which to lay and gaze up at the wondrous and the mighty visage of the night sky...
The streets were almost barren, except for the Grecian and the Bedoan standing outside of the bar where the Egyptian beauty was left alone. Hesiodos was more than expecting to go to bed with her and have a fun night, but… there was something that affected Neena, and he wasn’t going to leave her to face whatever it was on her own.
Hesiodos has known her for years. They spent a lot of time together, and they told each other everything. He knew quite well when something was off with her, and knew that she would always count on him. For him, her best friend in all the world was more important than his libido.
With his hand softly touching her shoulder, he smiled at her with that smile he used to comfort, “Absolutely. Yes, the stars will be there tomorrow… and so will the wanton people willing to give me their time. And if not… I can always take care of it with my own hands”, he winked at her and laughed.
They walked for some minutes before finding a proper building where they could lie down to stargaze. Neena had much less difficult to get there than him, and in fact was the one to help him up. She always has been the more agile of the two, not to mention that his old wounds ached when the night was cold. But once they were there, Hesiodos placed his twin swords and his lyre next to him and looked at her, rather than the night sky, as if she was the brightest star, and said, “Did I ever tell you the story of Damon and Pythias?”, he said with an intriguing tone, the one he used for a crowd when he was going to tell a fascinating story.
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The streets were almost barren, except for the Grecian and the Bedoan standing outside of the bar where the Egyptian beauty was left alone. Hesiodos was more than expecting to go to bed with her and have a fun night, but… there was something that affected Neena, and he wasn’t going to leave her to face whatever it was on her own.
Hesiodos has known her for years. They spent a lot of time together, and they told each other everything. He knew quite well when something was off with her, and knew that she would always count on him. For him, her best friend in all the world was more important than his libido.
With his hand softly touching her shoulder, he smiled at her with that smile he used to comfort, “Absolutely. Yes, the stars will be there tomorrow… and so will the wanton people willing to give me their time. And if not… I can always take care of it with my own hands”, he winked at her and laughed.
They walked for some minutes before finding a proper building where they could lie down to stargaze. Neena had much less difficult to get there than him, and in fact was the one to help him up. She always has been the more agile of the two, not to mention that his old wounds ached when the night was cold. But once they were there, Hesiodos placed his twin swords and his lyre next to him and looked at her, rather than the night sky, as if she was the brightest star, and said, “Did I ever tell you the story of Damon and Pythias?”, he said with an intriguing tone, the one he used for a crowd when he was going to tell a fascinating story.
The streets were almost barren, except for the Grecian and the Bedoan standing outside of the bar where the Egyptian beauty was left alone. Hesiodos was more than expecting to go to bed with her and have a fun night, but… there was something that affected Neena, and he wasn’t going to leave her to face whatever it was on her own.
Hesiodos has known her for years. They spent a lot of time together, and they told each other everything. He knew quite well when something was off with her, and knew that she would always count on him. For him, her best friend in all the world was more important than his libido.
With his hand softly touching her shoulder, he smiled at her with that smile he used to comfort, “Absolutely. Yes, the stars will be there tomorrow… and so will the wanton people willing to give me their time. And if not… I can always take care of it with my own hands”, he winked at her and laughed.
They walked for some minutes before finding a proper building where they could lie down to stargaze. Neena had much less difficult to get there than him, and in fact was the one to help him up. She always has been the more agile of the two, not to mention that his old wounds ached when the night was cold. But once they were there, Hesiodos placed his twin swords and his lyre next to him and looked at her, rather than the night sky, as if she was the brightest star, and said, “Did I ever tell you the story of Damon and Pythias?”, he said with an intriguing tone, the one he used for a crowd when he was going to tell a fascinating story.
Neena rolled her eyes when Hesiodos insisted that wanton beings would still be loitering around whatever he could offer them come the morning and she couldn't help but suspect that that was probably true. The man had a way of sniffing out either the very desperate who were beyond eager to slake their lusts or the freest in their affections for whom eagerness was a way of life. It was clearly a talent her possessed that Neena wanted no part of, except to stand on the side lines and watch with amusement as he waged war on chastity like some kind of hailing conqueror.
She did however offer a single comment in regards to him taking care of the issue with his own hands with a simple and succinct "Ew."
But even with such a disparagement, her tone was fun and her humour was more or less where it had been before the conversation had taken a turn for the emotional with the Egyptian back in the tavern.
Moving down the streets permitted Neena a reasonable amount of quiet and silence as they traipsed about looking for an appropriate rooftop of an apparently empty dwelling that they could climb on top of without angering the residents within. Once they had settled on it, Neena was the first to climb up - though she suspected that this might just be because Hesi liked to try and look up her tunic as she climbed - and then turned back to aid her friend to the top too.
Once they were both seated on the barren rooftop, however, neither of them seemed inclined to lean back and look up to the ocean of stars that were fairly clear that night. Instead, they each remained seated - Hesi with his legs out and his arms supporting his weight, and Neena with her limbs crossed and her fingers playing with the three-gold woven necklace at her throat.
Apparently noticing that she was lost in thought and not as usually open to the escapades of star-gazing as she normally was, Hesiodos decided to start conversation through and different route and, knowing that he loved to tell stories, Neena told the white lie that allowed him to continue:
"I don't think so..." She said, looking at him with a challenging gaze that said - Go on then...
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Neena rolled her eyes when Hesiodos insisted that wanton beings would still be loitering around whatever he could offer them come the morning and she couldn't help but suspect that that was probably true. The man had a way of sniffing out either the very desperate who were beyond eager to slake their lusts or the freest in their affections for whom eagerness was a way of life. It was clearly a talent her possessed that Neena wanted no part of, except to stand on the side lines and watch with amusement as he waged war on chastity like some kind of hailing conqueror.
She did however offer a single comment in regards to him taking care of the issue with his own hands with a simple and succinct "Ew."
But even with such a disparagement, her tone was fun and her humour was more or less where it had been before the conversation had taken a turn for the emotional with the Egyptian back in the tavern.
Moving down the streets permitted Neena a reasonable amount of quiet and silence as they traipsed about looking for an appropriate rooftop of an apparently empty dwelling that they could climb on top of without angering the residents within. Once they had settled on it, Neena was the first to climb up - though she suspected that this might just be because Hesi liked to try and look up her tunic as she climbed - and then turned back to aid her friend to the top too.
Once they were both seated on the barren rooftop, however, neither of them seemed inclined to lean back and look up to the ocean of stars that were fairly clear that night. Instead, they each remained seated - Hesi with his legs out and his arms supporting his weight, and Neena with her limbs crossed and her fingers playing with the three-gold woven necklace at her throat.
Apparently noticing that she was lost in thought and not as usually open to the escapades of star-gazing as she normally was, Hesiodos decided to start conversation through and different route and, knowing that he loved to tell stories, Neena told the white lie that allowed him to continue:
"I don't think so..." She said, looking at him with a challenging gaze that said - Go on then...
Neena rolled her eyes when Hesiodos insisted that wanton beings would still be loitering around whatever he could offer them come the morning and she couldn't help but suspect that that was probably true. The man had a way of sniffing out either the very desperate who were beyond eager to slake their lusts or the freest in their affections for whom eagerness was a way of life. It was clearly a talent her possessed that Neena wanted no part of, except to stand on the side lines and watch with amusement as he waged war on chastity like some kind of hailing conqueror.
She did however offer a single comment in regards to him taking care of the issue with his own hands with a simple and succinct "Ew."
But even with such a disparagement, her tone was fun and her humour was more or less where it had been before the conversation had taken a turn for the emotional with the Egyptian back in the tavern.
Moving down the streets permitted Neena a reasonable amount of quiet and silence as they traipsed about looking for an appropriate rooftop of an apparently empty dwelling that they could climb on top of without angering the residents within. Once they had settled on it, Neena was the first to climb up - though she suspected that this might just be because Hesi liked to try and look up her tunic as she climbed - and then turned back to aid her friend to the top too.
Once they were both seated on the barren rooftop, however, neither of them seemed inclined to lean back and look up to the ocean of stars that were fairly clear that night. Instead, they each remained seated - Hesi with his legs out and his arms supporting his weight, and Neena with her limbs crossed and her fingers playing with the three-gold woven necklace at her throat.
Apparently noticing that she was lost in thought and not as usually open to the escapades of star-gazing as she normally was, Hesiodos decided to start conversation through and different route and, knowing that he loved to tell stories, Neena told the white lie that allowed him to continue:
"I don't think so..." She said, looking at him with a challenging gaze that said - Go on then...
Truth be told, peeking up Neena’s tunic was not Hesiodos’ main goal when going after her when climbing the building; it was just something he was happy to do as it happened. He loved and respected the Bedoan, but the Greek was lascivious. Since she knew that, and still went up first, he knew she didn’t mind, and that he considered it a compliment for her. So he drank in the sight of her bare bottom before she helped him to climb.
He sat down before his friend, staring at each other. So many times in the past did they lie in the ground, be it grass, sand, cloth or whatever else, and they stared at the night sky, exchanging stories. That was what he missed the most when she was gone. But now, their focus was elsewhere other than the Egyptian sky.
Hesiodos eyed her golden necklace – the source of this whole issue. It was a pretty piece of jewelry, and he wondered what fascinating story it would had behind it, but didn’t mention it yet, supposing this wasn’t the time yet to ask about that. It will come, but for now, there was the story he was going to tell. He couldn’t remember if he told that story before to Neena, since he told her countless stories from all over the world, but since she told him he didn’t (he knew it was probably a lie), he began.
“So… in a kingdom far away, there was a tyrant: the King Dionysius the First. You knew he was royalty because he had the need to put a number on his name. I never understood that”, he said with a chuckle, “But anyway. There were two men, named Damon and Pythias. They were good men; whom everyone was happy to see. But as tyrant do, always paranoid and secretly knowing everyone sharpens their knives against them, even if they don’t, the King accused Pythias of plotting against him”, Hesiodos’ tone turned somber; he could almost hear the silence of the imaginary crowd he told the story to. But he knew Neena would listen to him with interest.
“Pythias accepted his sentence, but as it is natural, he wanted to go back home to settle his affairs and say his farewells to his family”, Hesi paused to think. Would Neena and him would want to say farewell to their families if they knew they were going to die? Probably not. He resumed after a couple of breaths, “But not wanted to be taken for a fool, as he suspected a ruse in which Pythias would flee and never return, he refused. But Damon, Pythias’ best friend, offered himself as hostage until his friend returned. The tyrant made perfectly clear that if Pythias didn’t return, Damon would be executed on his stead. Even then, they both agreed to the terms.”
Hesiodos took a moment to accommodate himself; this was the part where the story got interesting. The moonlight glimmered on his golden brooch, shaped like a set of pan pipes, “The due day came and went, and with smug satisfaction, Dionysius ordered the execution. But! Just as Damon was tied to the pole to be killed, Pythias appeared, running and soaking wet. Everyone, especially the king, but not Damon, was baffled and speechless. Pythias caught his breath, and apologized to his friend, explaining to him that on his way back, his ship was attacked by pirates, who threw him overboard. Even then, he swarm towards the shore and made his way as quick as possible, with a speed that could rivalry Hermes.”
Hesiodos cracked a smile, “Dionysius was flabbergasted, but pleased by their strong friendship, so he pardoned both”, and thus he finished. He would have bowed, if he wasn’t sitting, “Their friendship was not broken by anything. Not by the danger, not by the distance, not by the time, not by any person.”
He then sat back, looking at her with a soft smile, waiting for her reaction, and if needed, to answer any questions she might have.
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Truth be told, peeking up Neena’s tunic was not Hesiodos’ main goal when going after her when climbing the building; it was just something he was happy to do as it happened. He loved and respected the Bedoan, but the Greek was lascivious. Since she knew that, and still went up first, he knew she didn’t mind, and that he considered it a compliment for her. So he drank in the sight of her bare bottom before she helped him to climb.
He sat down before his friend, staring at each other. So many times in the past did they lie in the ground, be it grass, sand, cloth or whatever else, and they stared at the night sky, exchanging stories. That was what he missed the most when she was gone. But now, their focus was elsewhere other than the Egyptian sky.
Hesiodos eyed her golden necklace – the source of this whole issue. It was a pretty piece of jewelry, and he wondered what fascinating story it would had behind it, but didn’t mention it yet, supposing this wasn’t the time yet to ask about that. It will come, but for now, there was the story he was going to tell. He couldn’t remember if he told that story before to Neena, since he told her countless stories from all over the world, but since she told him he didn’t (he knew it was probably a lie), he began.
“So… in a kingdom far away, there was a tyrant: the King Dionysius the First. You knew he was royalty because he had the need to put a number on his name. I never understood that”, he said with a chuckle, “But anyway. There were two men, named Damon and Pythias. They were good men; whom everyone was happy to see. But as tyrant do, always paranoid and secretly knowing everyone sharpens their knives against them, even if they don’t, the King accused Pythias of plotting against him”, Hesiodos’ tone turned somber; he could almost hear the silence of the imaginary crowd he told the story to. But he knew Neena would listen to him with interest.
“Pythias accepted his sentence, but as it is natural, he wanted to go back home to settle his affairs and say his farewells to his family”, Hesi paused to think. Would Neena and him would want to say farewell to their families if they knew they were going to die? Probably not. He resumed after a couple of breaths, “But not wanted to be taken for a fool, as he suspected a ruse in which Pythias would flee and never return, he refused. But Damon, Pythias’ best friend, offered himself as hostage until his friend returned. The tyrant made perfectly clear that if Pythias didn’t return, Damon would be executed on his stead. Even then, they both agreed to the terms.”
Hesiodos took a moment to accommodate himself; this was the part where the story got interesting. The moonlight glimmered on his golden brooch, shaped like a set of pan pipes, “The due day came and went, and with smug satisfaction, Dionysius ordered the execution. But! Just as Damon was tied to the pole to be killed, Pythias appeared, running and soaking wet. Everyone, especially the king, but not Damon, was baffled and speechless. Pythias caught his breath, and apologized to his friend, explaining to him that on his way back, his ship was attacked by pirates, who threw him overboard. Even then, he swarm towards the shore and made his way as quick as possible, with a speed that could rivalry Hermes.”
Hesiodos cracked a smile, “Dionysius was flabbergasted, but pleased by their strong friendship, so he pardoned both”, and thus he finished. He would have bowed, if he wasn’t sitting, “Their friendship was not broken by anything. Not by the danger, not by the distance, not by the time, not by any person.”
He then sat back, looking at her with a soft smile, waiting for her reaction, and if needed, to answer any questions she might have.
Truth be told, peeking up Neena’s tunic was not Hesiodos’ main goal when going after her when climbing the building; it was just something he was happy to do as it happened. He loved and respected the Bedoan, but the Greek was lascivious. Since she knew that, and still went up first, he knew she didn’t mind, and that he considered it a compliment for her. So he drank in the sight of her bare bottom before she helped him to climb.
He sat down before his friend, staring at each other. So many times in the past did they lie in the ground, be it grass, sand, cloth or whatever else, and they stared at the night sky, exchanging stories. That was what he missed the most when she was gone. But now, their focus was elsewhere other than the Egyptian sky.
Hesiodos eyed her golden necklace – the source of this whole issue. It was a pretty piece of jewelry, and he wondered what fascinating story it would had behind it, but didn’t mention it yet, supposing this wasn’t the time yet to ask about that. It will come, but for now, there was the story he was going to tell. He couldn’t remember if he told that story before to Neena, since he told her countless stories from all over the world, but since she told him he didn’t (he knew it was probably a lie), he began.
“So… in a kingdom far away, there was a tyrant: the King Dionysius the First. You knew he was royalty because he had the need to put a number on his name. I never understood that”, he said with a chuckle, “But anyway. There were two men, named Damon and Pythias. They were good men; whom everyone was happy to see. But as tyrant do, always paranoid and secretly knowing everyone sharpens their knives against them, even if they don’t, the King accused Pythias of plotting against him”, Hesiodos’ tone turned somber; he could almost hear the silence of the imaginary crowd he told the story to. But he knew Neena would listen to him with interest.
“Pythias accepted his sentence, but as it is natural, he wanted to go back home to settle his affairs and say his farewells to his family”, Hesi paused to think. Would Neena and him would want to say farewell to their families if they knew they were going to die? Probably not. He resumed after a couple of breaths, “But not wanted to be taken for a fool, as he suspected a ruse in which Pythias would flee and never return, he refused. But Damon, Pythias’ best friend, offered himself as hostage until his friend returned. The tyrant made perfectly clear that if Pythias didn’t return, Damon would be executed on his stead. Even then, they both agreed to the terms.”
Hesiodos took a moment to accommodate himself; this was the part where the story got interesting. The moonlight glimmered on his golden brooch, shaped like a set of pan pipes, “The due day came and went, and with smug satisfaction, Dionysius ordered the execution. But! Just as Damon was tied to the pole to be killed, Pythias appeared, running and soaking wet. Everyone, especially the king, but not Damon, was baffled and speechless. Pythias caught his breath, and apologized to his friend, explaining to him that on his way back, his ship was attacked by pirates, who threw him overboard. Even then, he swarm towards the shore and made his way as quick as possible, with a speed that could rivalry Hermes.”
Hesiodos cracked a smile, “Dionysius was flabbergasted, but pleased by their strong friendship, so he pardoned both”, and thus he finished. He would have bowed, if he wasn’t sitting, “Their friendship was not broken by anything. Not by the danger, not by the distance, not by the time, not by any person.”
He then sat back, looking at her with a soft smile, waiting for her reaction, and if needed, to answer any questions she might have.
Neena listened with care to Hesiodos' story, knowing him well enough to know that the one thing he hated above everything else was an audience that was not attentive to his words. She didn't look at him throughout the story like an engrossed listener but she glanced over her shoulder at pertinent moments or nodded to herself as she looked out straight ahead of her, her eyes glazed as they stared into nothing.
When he was done, a smile was blooming over her lips as she got his point and nodded with a look of acceptance and understanding.
"You're saying that we're Damon and Pythias." She told him, with the raising of a brow in his direction that made it somewhere between a statement and a question.
She wondered if this was his way of trying to comfort her after she had obviously been unsettled back in the tavern. It was sweet of him, but she always wasn't sure how to react to it or express her feelings on the matter.
Instead, she stuck her tongue out, pressed between her teeth in a challenging expression of amusement-
"At least I know that you're sneaky enough to get out of any trouble you start. I'll never have to try and swim an ocean." Which just sounded exhausting, truth be told.
Her nose wrinkled as she half laughed at her own comment, the humour in her face not wholly reaching her eyes as her fingers continued to twist the necklace she held at her neck.
Shifting her bottom, Neena leaned back to lie upon the rooftop as if she were about to stare at the skies and stars above but instead of doing so, she closed her eyes, dark and thick lashes sweeping out towards her cheekbones. She exhaled long and slow, as if letting all tension leave her body on a single breath...
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Neena listened with care to Hesiodos' story, knowing him well enough to know that the one thing he hated above everything else was an audience that was not attentive to his words. She didn't look at him throughout the story like an engrossed listener but she glanced over her shoulder at pertinent moments or nodded to herself as she looked out straight ahead of her, her eyes glazed as they stared into nothing.
When he was done, a smile was blooming over her lips as she got his point and nodded with a look of acceptance and understanding.
"You're saying that we're Damon and Pythias." She told him, with the raising of a brow in his direction that made it somewhere between a statement and a question.
She wondered if this was his way of trying to comfort her after she had obviously been unsettled back in the tavern. It was sweet of him, but she always wasn't sure how to react to it or express her feelings on the matter.
Instead, she stuck her tongue out, pressed between her teeth in a challenging expression of amusement-
"At least I know that you're sneaky enough to get out of any trouble you start. I'll never have to try and swim an ocean." Which just sounded exhausting, truth be told.
Her nose wrinkled as she half laughed at her own comment, the humour in her face not wholly reaching her eyes as her fingers continued to twist the necklace she held at her neck.
Shifting her bottom, Neena leaned back to lie upon the rooftop as if she were about to stare at the skies and stars above but instead of doing so, she closed her eyes, dark and thick lashes sweeping out towards her cheekbones. She exhaled long and slow, as if letting all tension leave her body on a single breath...
Neena listened with care to Hesiodos' story, knowing him well enough to know that the one thing he hated above everything else was an audience that was not attentive to his words. She didn't look at him throughout the story like an engrossed listener but she glanced over her shoulder at pertinent moments or nodded to herself as she looked out straight ahead of her, her eyes glazed as they stared into nothing.
When he was done, a smile was blooming over her lips as she got his point and nodded with a look of acceptance and understanding.
"You're saying that we're Damon and Pythias." She told him, with the raising of a brow in his direction that made it somewhere between a statement and a question.
She wondered if this was his way of trying to comfort her after she had obviously been unsettled back in the tavern. It was sweet of him, but she always wasn't sure how to react to it or express her feelings on the matter.
Instead, she stuck her tongue out, pressed between her teeth in a challenging expression of amusement-
"At least I know that you're sneaky enough to get out of any trouble you start. I'll never have to try and swim an ocean." Which just sounded exhausting, truth be told.
Her nose wrinkled as she half laughed at her own comment, the humour in her face not wholly reaching her eyes as her fingers continued to twist the necklace she held at her neck.
Shifting her bottom, Neena leaned back to lie upon the rooftop as if she were about to stare at the skies and stars above but instead of doing so, she closed her eyes, dark and thick lashes sweeping out towards her cheekbones. She exhaled long and slow, as if letting all tension leave her body on a single breath...
Something Hesiodos loved about Neena, among many things, is that she was an excellent listener to his stories. Even though she could be sometimes focused on something else, he knew she always listened, and appreciated her for it. So he told his story freely, not worried that the meaning would be lost to her.
At her question and statement, Hesiodos let out a close-mouthed laugh; the one he used to say ‘yes’ without actually saying so, “I never said that, not explicitly. But you know exactly what I mean, my dear”, and with that he winked.
“You know me so well. I’ve escaped from worse than some king trying to execute me”, Hesiodos smiled, taking her humor as a proof that she appreciated what he said, and his attempt to comfort her, “Oh, I will never ask you that! The only thing I ask you is that you take me out of the ditch I’m lying when I pass out drunk”, he laughed heartedly and smiled at her with camaraderie.
Yet, something still troubled her. She kept fiddling with the necklace, the one he never asked about, thinking it was just a pretty piece of jewelry that she got someday, but understood that it had some significance of her. He decided it was now or never.
Hesiodos decided to crawl and lie down beside her. He was almost tempted to cuddle her, in a show of physical affection, but decided against it. He looked at the night sky, so similar and yet so different than the one of his native Greece, and he told her, “You can talk to me about what bothers you. If you don’t want to, that’s alright as well”, he said with a tone that tried to be reassuring.
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Something Hesiodos loved about Neena, among many things, is that she was an excellent listener to his stories. Even though she could be sometimes focused on something else, he knew she always listened, and appreciated her for it. So he told his story freely, not worried that the meaning would be lost to her.
At her question and statement, Hesiodos let out a close-mouthed laugh; the one he used to say ‘yes’ without actually saying so, “I never said that, not explicitly. But you know exactly what I mean, my dear”, and with that he winked.
“You know me so well. I’ve escaped from worse than some king trying to execute me”, Hesiodos smiled, taking her humor as a proof that she appreciated what he said, and his attempt to comfort her, “Oh, I will never ask you that! The only thing I ask you is that you take me out of the ditch I’m lying when I pass out drunk”, he laughed heartedly and smiled at her with camaraderie.
Yet, something still troubled her. She kept fiddling with the necklace, the one he never asked about, thinking it was just a pretty piece of jewelry that she got someday, but understood that it had some significance of her. He decided it was now or never.
Hesiodos decided to crawl and lie down beside her. He was almost tempted to cuddle her, in a show of physical affection, but decided against it. He looked at the night sky, so similar and yet so different than the one of his native Greece, and he told her, “You can talk to me about what bothers you. If you don’t want to, that’s alright as well”, he said with a tone that tried to be reassuring.
Something Hesiodos loved about Neena, among many things, is that she was an excellent listener to his stories. Even though she could be sometimes focused on something else, he knew she always listened, and appreciated her for it. So he told his story freely, not worried that the meaning would be lost to her.
At her question and statement, Hesiodos let out a close-mouthed laugh; the one he used to say ‘yes’ without actually saying so, “I never said that, not explicitly. But you know exactly what I mean, my dear”, and with that he winked.
“You know me so well. I’ve escaped from worse than some king trying to execute me”, Hesiodos smiled, taking her humor as a proof that she appreciated what he said, and his attempt to comfort her, “Oh, I will never ask you that! The only thing I ask you is that you take me out of the ditch I’m lying when I pass out drunk”, he laughed heartedly and smiled at her with camaraderie.
Yet, something still troubled her. She kept fiddling with the necklace, the one he never asked about, thinking it was just a pretty piece of jewelry that she got someday, but understood that it had some significance of her. He decided it was now or never.
Hesiodos decided to crawl and lie down beside her. He was almost tempted to cuddle her, in a show of physical affection, but decided against it. He looked at the night sky, so similar and yet so different than the one of his native Greece, and he told her, “You can talk to me about what bothers you. If you don’t want to, that’s alright as well”, he said with a tone that tried to be reassuring.
Neena's eyes stayed closed as Hesiodos made comment over his requirements for her as a friend. No ocean-swimming, no walking through fire. Just the confidence that she'd be there to drag his drunken carcass out of a ditch when he had overindulged. In response to this, Neena simply raised a hand with index finger and thumb pinched together in a universal sign of 'no problem, bro!'
The silent agreement was all that was needed between the two of them.
When her friend asked her if she wanted to talk of what was bothering her, Neena's lips twisted a little into an expression somewhere between discomfort and consideration. It was clear that she wondering whether to speak on the subject or just let it go, unsure whether verbalising her thoughts would make them easier to deal with or harder...
"I'm not sure it's something you want to hear Hesi." She said with a fake level of amusement. "It involves those pesky emotions like loyalty and commitment." She was careful to say the words with a tinge of disgust just to amuse him. She also wanted to give him a free claim to escape the conversation, for she knew that Hesiodos was the last person to talk to about anything that involved a stagnant life attached to a single lover...
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Neena's eyes stayed closed as Hesiodos made comment over his requirements for her as a friend. No ocean-swimming, no walking through fire. Just the confidence that she'd be there to drag his drunken carcass out of a ditch when he had overindulged. In response to this, Neena simply raised a hand with index finger and thumb pinched together in a universal sign of 'no problem, bro!'
The silent agreement was all that was needed between the two of them.
When her friend asked her if she wanted to talk of what was bothering her, Neena's lips twisted a little into an expression somewhere between discomfort and consideration. It was clear that she wondering whether to speak on the subject or just let it go, unsure whether verbalising her thoughts would make them easier to deal with or harder...
"I'm not sure it's something you want to hear Hesi." She said with a fake level of amusement. "It involves those pesky emotions like loyalty and commitment." She was careful to say the words with a tinge of disgust just to amuse him. She also wanted to give him a free claim to escape the conversation, for she knew that Hesiodos was the last person to talk to about anything that involved a stagnant life attached to a single lover...
Neena's eyes stayed closed as Hesiodos made comment over his requirements for her as a friend. No ocean-swimming, no walking through fire. Just the confidence that she'd be there to drag his drunken carcass out of a ditch when he had overindulged. In response to this, Neena simply raised a hand with index finger and thumb pinched together in a universal sign of 'no problem, bro!'
The silent agreement was all that was needed between the two of them.
When her friend asked her if she wanted to talk of what was bothering her, Neena's lips twisted a little into an expression somewhere between discomfort and consideration. It was clear that she wondering whether to speak on the subject or just let it go, unsure whether verbalising her thoughts would make them easier to deal with or harder...
"I'm not sure it's something you want to hear Hesi." She said with a fake level of amusement. "It involves those pesky emotions like loyalty and commitment." She was careful to say the words with a tinge of disgust just to amuse him. She also wanted to give him a free claim to escape the conversation, for she knew that Hesiodos was the last person to talk to about anything that involved a stagnant life attached to a single lover...
Hesiodos listened patiently to her, hands behind his head as he watched at the stars in the sky, “Is that so? Why?”, but when she said her reason, his expression turned sour, “By Zeus’ sandals, that’s truly something to be worried about…”, he said with the same amusement tone she had. Neena knew quite well that Hesiodos valued his freedom above all else, and couldn’t see himself tied to someone else permanently. He was a songbird, and he needed to be free.
Truth be told, Hesiodos was not a womanizer (especially because he didn’t discriminate in gender), but a hopeless romantic that loved most people and things he meet. With the seven types of Greek love, he always had something to give to someone, but he hated the thought of giving love to a single person permanently. That was a reason why he loved Neena: because they were free together. He could quite understand why it was complicated for her to speak about it… she was also a free spirit, and these feelings were not easy to deal with. Still, Hesiodos was there for her, no matter what.
One of his hands trailed down to take hers in a show of physical comfort, “It’s alright. You can talk to me when you’re ready”, which might mean the next day, or years later on the deathbed of either of them, or never. But it will come in due time.
Looking at the night sky, his other hand shot up and pointed, “Look! Do you see it? That’s Orion, the Great Hunter! That story is truly fascinating, and one of my favorites. You see he was the son of Poseidon, god of the sea, and Euryale, daughter of King Minos, and because of his parentage, he had the uncanny ability to walk on the waves…”
Hesiodos continued telling the story with an excited tone, answering whatever question of comment Neena had. They continued exchanging stories, like they always did since they meet. For a moment, there were no troubles in the world: just them in the rooftop, and the countless stars in the sky.
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Hesiodos listened patiently to her, hands behind his head as he watched at the stars in the sky, “Is that so? Why?”, but when she said her reason, his expression turned sour, “By Zeus’ sandals, that’s truly something to be worried about…”, he said with the same amusement tone she had. Neena knew quite well that Hesiodos valued his freedom above all else, and couldn’t see himself tied to someone else permanently. He was a songbird, and he needed to be free.
Truth be told, Hesiodos was not a womanizer (especially because he didn’t discriminate in gender), but a hopeless romantic that loved most people and things he meet. With the seven types of Greek love, he always had something to give to someone, but he hated the thought of giving love to a single person permanently. That was a reason why he loved Neena: because they were free together. He could quite understand why it was complicated for her to speak about it… she was also a free spirit, and these feelings were not easy to deal with. Still, Hesiodos was there for her, no matter what.
One of his hands trailed down to take hers in a show of physical comfort, “It’s alright. You can talk to me when you’re ready”, which might mean the next day, or years later on the deathbed of either of them, or never. But it will come in due time.
Looking at the night sky, his other hand shot up and pointed, “Look! Do you see it? That’s Orion, the Great Hunter! That story is truly fascinating, and one of my favorites. You see he was the son of Poseidon, god of the sea, and Euryale, daughter of King Minos, and because of his parentage, he had the uncanny ability to walk on the waves…”
Hesiodos continued telling the story with an excited tone, answering whatever question of comment Neena had. They continued exchanging stories, like they always did since they meet. For a moment, there were no troubles in the world: just them in the rooftop, and the countless stars in the sky.
Hesiodos listened patiently to her, hands behind his head as he watched at the stars in the sky, “Is that so? Why?”, but when she said her reason, his expression turned sour, “By Zeus’ sandals, that’s truly something to be worried about…”, he said with the same amusement tone she had. Neena knew quite well that Hesiodos valued his freedom above all else, and couldn’t see himself tied to someone else permanently. He was a songbird, and he needed to be free.
Truth be told, Hesiodos was not a womanizer (especially because he didn’t discriminate in gender), but a hopeless romantic that loved most people and things he meet. With the seven types of Greek love, he always had something to give to someone, but he hated the thought of giving love to a single person permanently. That was a reason why he loved Neena: because they were free together. He could quite understand why it was complicated for her to speak about it… she was also a free spirit, and these feelings were not easy to deal with. Still, Hesiodos was there for her, no matter what.
One of his hands trailed down to take hers in a show of physical comfort, “It’s alright. You can talk to me when you’re ready”, which might mean the next day, or years later on the deathbed of either of them, or never. But it will come in due time.
Looking at the night sky, his other hand shot up and pointed, “Look! Do you see it? That’s Orion, the Great Hunter! That story is truly fascinating, and one of my favorites. You see he was the son of Poseidon, god of the sea, and Euryale, daughter of King Minos, and because of his parentage, he had the uncanny ability to walk on the waves…”
Hesiodos continued telling the story with an excited tone, answering whatever question of comment Neena had. They continued exchanging stories, like they always did since they meet. For a moment, there were no troubles in the world: just them in the rooftop, and the countless stars in the sky.
Neena smiled around at her friend when he made his comment, with a humorous tone that suggested it to be the end of the world that she might wish to talk about such things as loyalty and commitment. She knew that he was aware that she had been married until recently – technically still was! – so she suspected that he had put that together at least. All that was left was for him to know that she was here, in Egypt, alone, and that her husband was clearly elsewhere to know that things had ended in a manner that might have been hurtful to someone in the party. All Neena had confirmed by her comments was that one of those people was herself.
She wondered what Hesi would think if and when she revealed that actually it had been her decision to end the union that she had made with Hasani and then with Tanishe. That, yes, she was hurt to be alone and, yes, she missed them – sometimes so much that it felt like a nauseating and unimaginable ache in her belly. But, at the end of the day, she had been the one to make such a choice. She wondered how stupid her friend might think that to be – the choice that had rendered her unhappy and yet one that she was unable not to make.
At least that last part he would understand. Neena knew that if there was anyone in the world who would understand the wanderlust that could not be denied, it was Hesiodos. Cut from the same cloth and perhaps too similar to ever be true lovers but the perfect friends, Neena knew that that part of the scenario, Hesiodos would understand all too well. The bit she wasn't sure he would be able to understand was the dedication she had made to the people of the Zaire in the first place. And, therefore, the bruise it had left on her heart when she had had to leave them.
Seeming to sense her uncertainty of wanting to talk about it, Hesiodos turned to comment on the sky, Orion and his great ability to walk where no mortal man could and Neena made a rude noise like a raspberry between her lips, egging him on.
"No way." She told him, with a tone of challenge, her lower lip coming forward and her jaw slanting in a jutting gesture of defiance. "I don't believe it. No man can walk on water!" And she said this with great confidence, given that she had gone through most of her childhood sailing on the Aegean and Mediterranean with a ship's crew and the Greek myths and legends in her mind. She had sunk in the salty depths enough times to know that no man could float by the feet...
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Neena smiled around at her friend when he made his comment, with a humorous tone that suggested it to be the end of the world that she might wish to talk about such things as loyalty and commitment. She knew that he was aware that she had been married until recently – technically still was! – so she suspected that he had put that together at least. All that was left was for him to know that she was here, in Egypt, alone, and that her husband was clearly elsewhere to know that things had ended in a manner that might have been hurtful to someone in the party. All Neena had confirmed by her comments was that one of those people was herself.
She wondered what Hesi would think if and when she revealed that actually it had been her decision to end the union that she had made with Hasani and then with Tanishe. That, yes, she was hurt to be alone and, yes, she missed them – sometimes so much that it felt like a nauseating and unimaginable ache in her belly. But, at the end of the day, she had been the one to make such a choice. She wondered how stupid her friend might think that to be – the choice that had rendered her unhappy and yet one that she was unable not to make.
At least that last part he would understand. Neena knew that if there was anyone in the world who would understand the wanderlust that could not be denied, it was Hesiodos. Cut from the same cloth and perhaps too similar to ever be true lovers but the perfect friends, Neena knew that that part of the scenario, Hesiodos would understand all too well. The bit she wasn't sure he would be able to understand was the dedication she had made to the people of the Zaire in the first place. And, therefore, the bruise it had left on her heart when she had had to leave them.
Seeming to sense her uncertainty of wanting to talk about it, Hesiodos turned to comment on the sky, Orion and his great ability to walk where no mortal man could and Neena made a rude noise like a raspberry between her lips, egging him on.
"No way." She told him, with a tone of challenge, her lower lip coming forward and her jaw slanting in a jutting gesture of defiance. "I don't believe it. No man can walk on water!" And she said this with great confidence, given that she had gone through most of her childhood sailing on the Aegean and Mediterranean with a ship's crew and the Greek myths and legends in her mind. She had sunk in the salty depths enough times to know that no man could float by the feet...
Neena smiled around at her friend when he made his comment, with a humorous tone that suggested it to be the end of the world that she might wish to talk about such things as loyalty and commitment. She knew that he was aware that she had been married until recently – technically still was! – so she suspected that he had put that together at least. All that was left was for him to know that she was here, in Egypt, alone, and that her husband was clearly elsewhere to know that things had ended in a manner that might have been hurtful to someone in the party. All Neena had confirmed by her comments was that one of those people was herself.
She wondered what Hesi would think if and when she revealed that actually it had been her decision to end the union that she had made with Hasani and then with Tanishe. That, yes, she was hurt to be alone and, yes, she missed them – sometimes so much that it felt like a nauseating and unimaginable ache in her belly. But, at the end of the day, she had been the one to make such a choice. She wondered how stupid her friend might think that to be – the choice that had rendered her unhappy and yet one that she was unable not to make.
At least that last part he would understand. Neena knew that if there was anyone in the world who would understand the wanderlust that could not be denied, it was Hesiodos. Cut from the same cloth and perhaps too similar to ever be true lovers but the perfect friends, Neena knew that that part of the scenario, Hesiodos would understand all too well. The bit she wasn't sure he would be able to understand was the dedication she had made to the people of the Zaire in the first place. And, therefore, the bruise it had left on her heart when she had had to leave them.
Seeming to sense her uncertainty of wanting to talk about it, Hesiodos turned to comment on the sky, Orion and his great ability to walk where no mortal man could and Neena made a rude noise like a raspberry between her lips, egging him on.
"No way." She told him, with a tone of challenge, her lower lip coming forward and her jaw slanting in a jutting gesture of defiance. "I don't believe it. No man can walk on water!" And she said this with great confidence, given that she had gone through most of her childhood sailing on the Aegean and Mediterranean with a ship's crew and the Greek myths and legends in her mind. She had sunk in the salty depths enough times to know that no man could float by the feet...
Indeed, Hesiodos knew that Neena has been married, and being a romantic himself, he was really happy about the fact that she found someone she loved so much she decided to marry. But he knew something happened, and that people were hurt in the process… and that person was Neena herself.
Neena and Hesiodos told each other everything. The fact that she didn’t talk about this when he asked meant that it was something that hurt her deeply, and he wasn’t going to ask something she wasn’t willing to talk about. Perhaps, in time, she would be ready, and he hoped to be there to listen and understand what was happening. But all would come in due time. For now, they entertained themselves with their stories.
Hesiodos interrupted his tale with a smile. He didn’t mind being interrupted during a story, because when a crowd asked a question, it meant that they were paying attention, and if you knew how to answer, the story will seem easier to believe; so he replied to Neena with confidence, “Ahh, but Orion was not a mere man – he was a demigod! The offspring between a mortal and a deity. His divine blood gave him amazing abilities”, his tone evoked wonder and amazement, and most importantly, he sounded as if he believed he was telling the truth.
“Greece has a great deal of demigods”, he proceeded, “For example: Heracles, Greece’s greatest hero, had impossible strength and ingenuity. I shall tell you about him later...”, he said with no small amount of enthusiasm, as he pointed to another place in the sky, “He’s right there, you see, among other heroes… but the thing is, they weren’t heroes because of their abilities, but because of their deeds…”
“Did I ever tell you I am a demigod myself?”, he said with a chuckle, “I was once a satyr; my lower half was that of a goat, and I had horns. I was a companion of the god Dionysus, who enjoyed my songs and eloquence. But was turned human for my sins…”, he said that last part with melancholy, as if the wound was still fresh, and then immediately burst into laughter, “Our of the bullshit I tell about myself, that is people’s favorite, and mine as well!”
Looking back at her, he asked with intrigued tone, “Do Bedoans also have demigods? And heroes? Or something like that?”
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Indeed, Hesiodos knew that Neena has been married, and being a romantic himself, he was really happy about the fact that she found someone she loved so much she decided to marry. But he knew something happened, and that people were hurt in the process… and that person was Neena herself.
Neena and Hesiodos told each other everything. The fact that she didn’t talk about this when he asked meant that it was something that hurt her deeply, and he wasn’t going to ask something she wasn’t willing to talk about. Perhaps, in time, she would be ready, and he hoped to be there to listen and understand what was happening. But all would come in due time. For now, they entertained themselves with their stories.
Hesiodos interrupted his tale with a smile. He didn’t mind being interrupted during a story, because when a crowd asked a question, it meant that they were paying attention, and if you knew how to answer, the story will seem easier to believe; so he replied to Neena with confidence, “Ahh, but Orion was not a mere man – he was a demigod! The offspring between a mortal and a deity. His divine blood gave him amazing abilities”, his tone evoked wonder and amazement, and most importantly, he sounded as if he believed he was telling the truth.
“Greece has a great deal of demigods”, he proceeded, “For example: Heracles, Greece’s greatest hero, had impossible strength and ingenuity. I shall tell you about him later...”, he said with no small amount of enthusiasm, as he pointed to another place in the sky, “He’s right there, you see, among other heroes… but the thing is, they weren’t heroes because of their abilities, but because of their deeds…”
“Did I ever tell you I am a demigod myself?”, he said with a chuckle, “I was once a satyr; my lower half was that of a goat, and I had horns. I was a companion of the god Dionysus, who enjoyed my songs and eloquence. But was turned human for my sins…”, he said that last part with melancholy, as if the wound was still fresh, and then immediately burst into laughter, “Our of the bullshit I tell about myself, that is people’s favorite, and mine as well!”
Looking back at her, he asked with intrigued tone, “Do Bedoans also have demigods? And heroes? Or something like that?”
Indeed, Hesiodos knew that Neena has been married, and being a romantic himself, he was really happy about the fact that she found someone she loved so much she decided to marry. But he knew something happened, and that people were hurt in the process… and that person was Neena herself.
Neena and Hesiodos told each other everything. The fact that she didn’t talk about this when he asked meant that it was something that hurt her deeply, and he wasn’t going to ask something she wasn’t willing to talk about. Perhaps, in time, she would be ready, and he hoped to be there to listen and understand what was happening. But all would come in due time. For now, they entertained themselves with their stories.
Hesiodos interrupted his tale with a smile. He didn’t mind being interrupted during a story, because when a crowd asked a question, it meant that they were paying attention, and if you knew how to answer, the story will seem easier to believe; so he replied to Neena with confidence, “Ahh, but Orion was not a mere man – he was a demigod! The offspring between a mortal and a deity. His divine blood gave him amazing abilities”, his tone evoked wonder and amazement, and most importantly, he sounded as if he believed he was telling the truth.
“Greece has a great deal of demigods”, he proceeded, “For example: Heracles, Greece’s greatest hero, had impossible strength and ingenuity. I shall tell you about him later...”, he said with no small amount of enthusiasm, as he pointed to another place in the sky, “He’s right there, you see, among other heroes… but the thing is, they weren’t heroes because of their abilities, but because of their deeds…”
“Did I ever tell you I am a demigod myself?”, he said with a chuckle, “I was once a satyr; my lower half was that of a goat, and I had horns. I was a companion of the god Dionysus, who enjoyed my songs and eloquence. But was turned human for my sins…”, he said that last part with melancholy, as if the wound was still fresh, and then immediately burst into laughter, “Our of the bullshit I tell about myself, that is people’s favorite, and mine as well!”
Looking back at her, he asked with intrigued tone, “Do Bedoans also have demigods? And heroes? Or something like that?”
Neena listened to Hesiodos explain about demigods. She was fully aware of the concept, having sailed with Grecians for most of her childhood. They had liked to tell stories of the Gods, their monsters and their children too. Now, though, she didn't stop Hesi as he explained, nor suggested that she already knew about them. Instead, she just gave a smug smile and shook her head with disbelief in his stories, deliberately egging him on.
It was an old argument that they had had many a time - the concept of Gods (which Neena did not believe in) and the realm of the divine (which Hesiodos thought truly existed). Frequently, they broke into a good-natured argument about the chances of either of them being right, but it was all in good fun. Neither were serious enough about their faith (or lack thereof) to ever offend the other with their deviating opinions.
When he called himself a demigod and a former satyr, Neena encouraged the discussion further by mouthing the words 'bull dung' at him, and waving her smallest finger in his direction. It was a common gesture that basically argued that he was only telling such stories as over-compensation for body parts that were smaller than he wished them to be.
All of it was a jest in good fun.
"We have heroes sure, but they are real. Not made up tales. And they are passed down by other people. Not self-promotion for those who are otherwise... lacking." The last sentence she spoke in wistful tones with a shaking head that suggested poor pity for him and his need to exaggerate his prowess in some kind of imaginary way.
As she stretched out, her body lengthening like a cat in the sunshine, her humour clearly closer to her normal temperament again. Her hands had moved to behind her head, her elbows extended out, no longer fiddling with the necklace that now lay docile and a little forgotten against her collarbone. Her features clearly read an expression of patronisation and humour at Hesiodos’ expense.
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Neena listened to Hesiodos explain about demigods. She was fully aware of the concept, having sailed with Grecians for most of her childhood. They had liked to tell stories of the Gods, their monsters and their children too. Now, though, she didn't stop Hesi as he explained, nor suggested that she already knew about them. Instead, she just gave a smug smile and shook her head with disbelief in his stories, deliberately egging him on.
It was an old argument that they had had many a time - the concept of Gods (which Neena did not believe in) and the realm of the divine (which Hesiodos thought truly existed). Frequently, they broke into a good-natured argument about the chances of either of them being right, but it was all in good fun. Neither were serious enough about their faith (or lack thereof) to ever offend the other with their deviating opinions.
When he called himself a demigod and a former satyr, Neena encouraged the discussion further by mouthing the words 'bull dung' at him, and waving her smallest finger in his direction. It was a common gesture that basically argued that he was only telling such stories as over-compensation for body parts that were smaller than he wished them to be.
All of it was a jest in good fun.
"We have heroes sure, but they are real. Not made up tales. And they are passed down by other people. Not self-promotion for those who are otherwise... lacking." The last sentence she spoke in wistful tones with a shaking head that suggested poor pity for him and his need to exaggerate his prowess in some kind of imaginary way.
As she stretched out, her body lengthening like a cat in the sunshine, her humour clearly closer to her normal temperament again. Her hands had moved to behind her head, her elbows extended out, no longer fiddling with the necklace that now lay docile and a little forgotten against her collarbone. Her features clearly read an expression of patronisation and humour at Hesiodos’ expense.
Neena listened to Hesiodos explain about demigods. She was fully aware of the concept, having sailed with Grecians for most of her childhood. They had liked to tell stories of the Gods, their monsters and their children too. Now, though, she didn't stop Hesi as he explained, nor suggested that she already knew about them. Instead, she just gave a smug smile and shook her head with disbelief in his stories, deliberately egging him on.
It was an old argument that they had had many a time - the concept of Gods (which Neena did not believe in) and the realm of the divine (which Hesiodos thought truly existed). Frequently, they broke into a good-natured argument about the chances of either of them being right, but it was all in good fun. Neither were serious enough about their faith (or lack thereof) to ever offend the other with their deviating opinions.
When he called himself a demigod and a former satyr, Neena encouraged the discussion further by mouthing the words 'bull dung' at him, and waving her smallest finger in his direction. It was a common gesture that basically argued that he was only telling such stories as over-compensation for body parts that were smaller than he wished them to be.
All of it was a jest in good fun.
"We have heroes sure, but they are real. Not made up tales. And they are passed down by other people. Not self-promotion for those who are otherwise... lacking." The last sentence she spoke in wistful tones with a shaking head that suggested poor pity for him and his need to exaggerate his prowess in some kind of imaginary way.
As she stretched out, her body lengthening like a cat in the sunshine, her humour clearly closer to her normal temperament again. Her hands had moved to behind her head, her elbows extended out, no longer fiddling with the necklace that now lay docile and a little forgotten against her collarbone. Her features clearly read an expression of patronisation and humour at Hesiodos’ expense.
Hesiodos has been telling stories and songs to Neena for a long time, and often, ever since they meet. He was quite sure that he told the same stories to her at least three times or more, and yet, she never told him that when he repeated himself – she just listened and enjoyed the stories as if they were the first time he told them. She probably did so to make him feel better, and also because she enjoyed listening to the stories again, and he was always thankful for that.
He noticed her gestures and smiled as he told her. Hesiodos was religious, like all proper Grecians. He prayed, did his offerings, thanked the gods, and made sure to not to anger them – and everyone knew how close he was to his patrons, Dionysus and Apollo. But neither him or Neena were so attached to their religions to get offended over different views; they could leave that to their respective priests and shamans. Plus, they both knew that talking shit about someone else’s religion was a sure way to be shanked in broad daylight.
At her expression with his mouth and fingers, Hesiodos showed white teeth, and made a gesture by putting his forearm on his other elbow and flexing his arm, while mouthing ‘up yours’, and laughing.
“Lacking, Neena?”, he said with an amused tone, “We’ve seen each other naked. You know I’m not lacking anything”, he said with a hearty chuckle. Hesiodos loved his body, and was not ashamed of it, even if in his homeland, his attributes were something that would be considered unattractive, “And come on, my dear. My heroes are real too… people talk about them, and of the lessons they taught them, tell their stories, and watch them in the sky. That makes them real, don’t you think?”, his tone was thoughtful, the one an Athenian philosopher would use to convince people of his ideas, especially if he was drunk.
She seemed in a better mood, he realized. Her smile was genuine, her expression was more relaxed, and, in that moment, in that rooftop, everything seemed well with the world. He took a deep breath of the night air and said, “So, as I was saying… Orion could walk on the waves, which naturally, he used to go to an island and get drunk…”
And so he continued with his story, answering any question or comment Neena had. He knew she would pay attention. And once he was done, he concluded with “…And the gods put honored him by putting him in the night sky. Someday, I hope to be there as well”, he said with a wishful tone, “Now… it’s your turn, my friend. Would you like to tell me a story?”
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Hesiodos has been telling stories and songs to Neena for a long time, and often, ever since they meet. He was quite sure that he told the same stories to her at least three times or more, and yet, she never told him that when he repeated himself – she just listened and enjoyed the stories as if they were the first time he told them. She probably did so to make him feel better, and also because she enjoyed listening to the stories again, and he was always thankful for that.
He noticed her gestures and smiled as he told her. Hesiodos was religious, like all proper Grecians. He prayed, did his offerings, thanked the gods, and made sure to not to anger them – and everyone knew how close he was to his patrons, Dionysus and Apollo. But neither him or Neena were so attached to their religions to get offended over different views; they could leave that to their respective priests and shamans. Plus, they both knew that talking shit about someone else’s religion was a sure way to be shanked in broad daylight.
At her expression with his mouth and fingers, Hesiodos showed white teeth, and made a gesture by putting his forearm on his other elbow and flexing his arm, while mouthing ‘up yours’, and laughing.
“Lacking, Neena?”, he said with an amused tone, “We’ve seen each other naked. You know I’m not lacking anything”, he said with a hearty chuckle. Hesiodos loved his body, and was not ashamed of it, even if in his homeland, his attributes were something that would be considered unattractive, “And come on, my dear. My heroes are real too… people talk about them, and of the lessons they taught them, tell their stories, and watch them in the sky. That makes them real, don’t you think?”, his tone was thoughtful, the one an Athenian philosopher would use to convince people of his ideas, especially if he was drunk.
She seemed in a better mood, he realized. Her smile was genuine, her expression was more relaxed, and, in that moment, in that rooftop, everything seemed well with the world. He took a deep breath of the night air and said, “So, as I was saying… Orion could walk on the waves, which naturally, he used to go to an island and get drunk…”
And so he continued with his story, answering any question or comment Neena had. He knew she would pay attention. And once he was done, he concluded with “…And the gods put honored him by putting him in the night sky. Someday, I hope to be there as well”, he said with a wishful tone, “Now… it’s your turn, my friend. Would you like to tell me a story?”
Hesiodos has been telling stories and songs to Neena for a long time, and often, ever since they meet. He was quite sure that he told the same stories to her at least three times or more, and yet, she never told him that when he repeated himself – she just listened and enjoyed the stories as if they were the first time he told them. She probably did so to make him feel better, and also because she enjoyed listening to the stories again, and he was always thankful for that.
He noticed her gestures and smiled as he told her. Hesiodos was religious, like all proper Grecians. He prayed, did his offerings, thanked the gods, and made sure to not to anger them – and everyone knew how close he was to his patrons, Dionysus and Apollo. But neither him or Neena were so attached to their religions to get offended over different views; they could leave that to their respective priests and shamans. Plus, they both knew that talking shit about someone else’s religion was a sure way to be shanked in broad daylight.
At her expression with his mouth and fingers, Hesiodos showed white teeth, and made a gesture by putting his forearm on his other elbow and flexing his arm, while mouthing ‘up yours’, and laughing.
“Lacking, Neena?”, he said with an amused tone, “We’ve seen each other naked. You know I’m not lacking anything”, he said with a hearty chuckle. Hesiodos loved his body, and was not ashamed of it, even if in his homeland, his attributes were something that would be considered unattractive, “And come on, my dear. My heroes are real too… people talk about them, and of the lessons they taught them, tell their stories, and watch them in the sky. That makes them real, don’t you think?”, his tone was thoughtful, the one an Athenian philosopher would use to convince people of his ideas, especially if he was drunk.
She seemed in a better mood, he realized. Her smile was genuine, her expression was more relaxed, and, in that moment, in that rooftop, everything seemed well with the world. He took a deep breath of the night air and said, “So, as I was saying… Orion could walk on the waves, which naturally, he used to go to an island and get drunk…”
And so he continued with his story, answering any question or comment Neena had. He knew she would pay attention. And once he was done, he concluded with “…And the gods put honored him by putting him in the night sky. Someday, I hope to be there as well”, he said with a wishful tone, “Now… it’s your turn, my friend. Would you like to tell me a story?”
Neena made a face at Hesiodos as he reclaimed his apparently impressive manhood but shook her head to maintain the humour and teasing. "Nope. I've always closed my eyes." She argued, despite them both knowing that that wasn't true.
Laughing together, the conversation then moved on and returned to Hesiodos' demigods and the stories of greatness that had landed them drawn into the stars in the sky. At his determination to be up there one day, Neena laughed with a soft wave of her hand in his direction.
"The heroes who end up there are selfless." She tried to tell him. "We're both too hedonistic to ever end up immortalised in the starlight, Hesi." She told him, having no issues with her life being extinguished when she died. It was a little sad to think that no-one would really remember her - that she left nothing behind on the world. But at the same time, life was living in the moment. She would rather enjoy it now and make something of the time that she had here in the realm of the living than lose out on that experience in the hopes of being remembered after death.
When he commented on it being her time to tell a story, Neena opened her mouth ready to give some long and complex anecdote about one of the Bedoan heroes she had known from campfire stories but she hesitated before any sound came out. Her lips drew closed again and her mind turned to something a little more serious.
Hesiodos was a good friend. And he had done what he could over the last hour to bring her out of the doldrums of her darker thoughts and bright a little light back to her mind and heart. He had given up an evening with an impressive looking Egyptian woman, for medicating her with laughter and teasing. She owed the guy...
The least she could do was be honest with him.
"Okay, I'll tell a story." She said, her tone still light but having lost just a little of its sparkle. Like her tone was now forced into brightness instead of being naturally there. "About a traveller who ended up enslaved and sold to a tribe of desert people..." She paused, licked her lips and continued with her tale, her eyes fixed on the sky above. "... the king of the desert people fell in love with the young slave girl and insisted that he wished to marry her. The travelling slave girl was foolish. She knew her heart belonged to the open world and the journeys that she could make without commitment or responsibility. But the king was handsome and kind and her heart was already half way to being his. So, she agreed to the union. She had hoped that her soul would become content in the way his people moved from place to place."
Neena suddenly broke her gaze from the sky and looked down her own body to her hands where she fiddled and picked at her nails.
"She was wrong."
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Neena made a face at Hesiodos as he reclaimed his apparently impressive manhood but shook her head to maintain the humour and teasing. "Nope. I've always closed my eyes." She argued, despite them both knowing that that wasn't true.
Laughing together, the conversation then moved on and returned to Hesiodos' demigods and the stories of greatness that had landed them drawn into the stars in the sky. At his determination to be up there one day, Neena laughed with a soft wave of her hand in his direction.
"The heroes who end up there are selfless." She tried to tell him. "We're both too hedonistic to ever end up immortalised in the starlight, Hesi." She told him, having no issues with her life being extinguished when she died. It was a little sad to think that no-one would really remember her - that she left nothing behind on the world. But at the same time, life was living in the moment. She would rather enjoy it now and make something of the time that she had here in the realm of the living than lose out on that experience in the hopes of being remembered after death.
When he commented on it being her time to tell a story, Neena opened her mouth ready to give some long and complex anecdote about one of the Bedoan heroes she had known from campfire stories but she hesitated before any sound came out. Her lips drew closed again and her mind turned to something a little more serious.
Hesiodos was a good friend. And he had done what he could over the last hour to bring her out of the doldrums of her darker thoughts and bright a little light back to her mind and heart. He had given up an evening with an impressive looking Egyptian woman, for medicating her with laughter and teasing. She owed the guy...
The least she could do was be honest with him.
"Okay, I'll tell a story." She said, her tone still light but having lost just a little of its sparkle. Like her tone was now forced into brightness instead of being naturally there. "About a traveller who ended up enslaved and sold to a tribe of desert people..." She paused, licked her lips and continued with her tale, her eyes fixed on the sky above. "... the king of the desert people fell in love with the young slave girl and insisted that he wished to marry her. The travelling slave girl was foolish. She knew her heart belonged to the open world and the journeys that she could make without commitment or responsibility. But the king was handsome and kind and her heart was already half way to being his. So, she agreed to the union. She had hoped that her soul would become content in the way his people moved from place to place."
Neena suddenly broke her gaze from the sky and looked down her own body to her hands where she fiddled and picked at her nails.
"She was wrong."
Neena made a face at Hesiodos as he reclaimed his apparently impressive manhood but shook her head to maintain the humour and teasing. "Nope. I've always closed my eyes." She argued, despite them both knowing that that wasn't true.
Laughing together, the conversation then moved on and returned to Hesiodos' demigods and the stories of greatness that had landed them drawn into the stars in the sky. At his determination to be up there one day, Neena laughed with a soft wave of her hand in his direction.
"The heroes who end up there are selfless." She tried to tell him. "We're both too hedonistic to ever end up immortalised in the starlight, Hesi." She told him, having no issues with her life being extinguished when she died. It was a little sad to think that no-one would really remember her - that she left nothing behind on the world. But at the same time, life was living in the moment. She would rather enjoy it now and make something of the time that she had here in the realm of the living than lose out on that experience in the hopes of being remembered after death.
When he commented on it being her time to tell a story, Neena opened her mouth ready to give some long and complex anecdote about one of the Bedoan heroes she had known from campfire stories but she hesitated before any sound came out. Her lips drew closed again and her mind turned to something a little more serious.
Hesiodos was a good friend. And he had done what he could over the last hour to bring her out of the doldrums of her darker thoughts and bright a little light back to her mind and heart. He had given up an evening with an impressive looking Egyptian woman, for medicating her with laughter and teasing. She owed the guy...
The least she could do was be honest with him.
"Okay, I'll tell a story." She said, her tone still light but having lost just a little of its sparkle. Like her tone was now forced into brightness instead of being naturally there. "About a traveller who ended up enslaved and sold to a tribe of desert people..." She paused, licked her lips and continued with her tale, her eyes fixed on the sky above. "... the king of the desert people fell in love with the young slave girl and insisted that he wished to marry her. The travelling slave girl was foolish. She knew her heart belonged to the open world and the journeys that she could make without commitment or responsibility. But the king was handsome and kind and her heart was already half way to being his. So, she agreed to the union. She had hoped that her soul would become content in the way his people moved from place to place."
Neena suddenly broke her gaze from the sky and looked down her own body to her hands where she fiddled and picked at her nails.