I noticed him right away. No, it wasn’t his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn’t the slim, collarless biker jacket he wore, hugging his lean shoulders. It was the way he stood. The confident way he waited in the cafeteria line to get a slice of pizza. He didn’t saunter. He didn’t amble. He stood at the center, and let the other people buzz around him. His stance was straight and sure.
That is – your friend?”
“Philtatos,” Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.
Yield, and I’ll eat your little pussy… first.
Simple. Atlantis can’t be found.” He scoffed at her. ” You’re the second person to tell me that in less than an hour.
I think I know what he is REALLY doing in there… and thinking about ME while doing it.” (continuing) “But when he thinks of me, he thinks: sister! Think: Byblis! BYBLIS! I don’t think of him as my brother, I think of him as CAUNUS!
You really are exotic, for boys in my country, they do not have such pectorals. I like yours.
His gaze hits mine with the force of a battering ram. He looks… appalled. “I-I won’t do this. I can’t… be with you.
It’s just you always…
I can’t help but ask, “Do you know where you are?
History doesn’t start with a tall building
and a card with your name written on it, but jokes do. I think someone is taking
us for suckers and is playing a mean game.