Everyone knows Zeus’ schtick, coming down to earth and generally trying to get laid, but that was thousands of years ago, there hasn’t been a sighting of Zeus. Things have changed and gods aren’t as well known, barely seen as real gods any more in the face of more prominent religions and other forms of gods. You’re not really all that well read up on gods in any way shape or form either, so why the hell do you feel like your blind date is Zeus in human form?
His eyes were what first made me think that he was something… more than human. His eyes were a stormy grey, seemingly endless. I could have stared at them for hours, trying to explore just how deep they went. In fact, when I first saw him, I became entranced by those eyes, and I swore that just before he grinned and held out his hand, I saw a flash of lightning.
But then he grinned, and stuck out a hand. I shook myself away from the trance that his eyes put me in, and smiled back. He gestured towards a table near the back of the sophisticated restaurant, and gently guided me into my seat, like a perfect gentleman.
The second thing I noticed that didn’t seem quite human was his voice. It rumbled like thunder, and even though his voice spoke at a normal level of volume, it seemed like he was forcing himself to whisper, for fear of deafening me. When he laughed, I swore I could hear echos, but he quickly stopped every time.
The conversation came easily to us, which was surprising, considering every other blind date I had ever been on usually ended up with long stretches of awkward silence. It almost seemed like we were meant to be together.
The third thing I realized was that his hands, and his skin, seemed to be more ethereal than mine. His hands were long, slender, yet impossibly strong and secure around my own. His skin seemed to faintly glow, a golden shimmer just barely seeming to surround his olive-toned face.
When we finished our meal, he took my hand again and guided me politely out of the restaurant. He paid, and I was unable to see his signature on the check before he was grinning again, almost dancing with me out of the restaurant.
The fourth piece of evidence was when I started to think, in the very back of my mind, that my date for the evening could possibly be Zeus, the ancient Greek god of the sky and thunder.
The fourth thing was when we encountered somebody he knew when we were walking to a nearby park, near his apartment. The person stopped him in the street, his clothing dark and official-looking, with a single, gentle pink rose pinned to his lapel. He fixed my date with a stare after glancing at me, and my date dropped his easy grin, the one he had been wearing almost all evening, and stared directly back at the stranger.
The first thing I noticed about the stranger were his eyes. They were dark, and I couldn’t quite place their color, as the night was slowly darkening. But they were dark, and seemed endless and cold.
The two stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, and in that moment, I felt incredibly small, and incredibly weak. I tried to watch them as they stared at each other, seemingly speaking without talking, yet some great force seemed to overpower me. I looked away, and then my date was gently holding my hands once more, looking back at the stranger, who was staring after us.
The clouds started to build in the sky above us, but I didn’t notice.
We made it to the park, and he spun me in circles, laughing, his voice mimicking the thunder that would occasionally rumble overhead. When we were both dizzy, we collapsed into the grass, his grey suit rumpled and covered in blades of grass. As the first few drops of rain started to fall, he gave me my fifth clue as to who he was.
His kiss was electric, sparks flying in my head and my heart as he pressed his lips to mine. As I fell deeper into it, lightning crashed and thunder roared, but I didn’t care. We kissed in the rain, and he laughed, gently, his voice sending shivers down my spine.
When we finally made it to his apartment, soaking wet but still laughing, I didn’t look around, too focused on him.
My seventh clue was when he vanished.
I woke up alone, and in my own bed, his eyes still reflected in my mind.
My eighth clue was when I could barely move without feeling excruciating pain over my body.
My ninth clue was when a glowing figure descended into my room, burning so brightly I couldn’t bear to look at it directly.
My tenth clue was when I was killed by Hera, queen of the gods, and the wife of Zeus, the god who I had slept with last night.
My eleventh was when I woke up again, and found myself glittering with a faint golden aura, as my date stood tall before me, grinning and offering his hand, his eyes deep and endless, and as he gently set me in the stars.
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