Ikaris x Artemis’s daughter!eternal!reader Eternals x fem!reader
Warnings: angst, swearing, bad english, mature themes, mention of death, 18+ scene
Words:3.5k+
Hey guys! So, I don’t see many Ikaris x reader fanfics and I decided to write a series. Unfortunately, English isn’t my native language!! Forgive me for grammatical errors and probably wrong use of some words. I liked the idea of this fic and I tried my best to write it. Hope you like it .
༄Date Headcannon With The Eternal women would include (Background/the asking on the date)(Pt1)༄
HC Information - This headcanon contains how Y/n would ask the eternal women out/how they will react, and how the eternal women will ask Y/n out/how she will react. There is of course a small amount of background knowledge etc. A whole lot of fluff <3
༄A/n - I don’t know what this turned into but this took me a lot of time. So if you enjoy then please like and reblog it helps a lot and makes me smile. Have a nice day and enjoy reading.
You have known Sersi since she became your newfound co-worker at the Natural History Museum as a history professor.
If you were being honest you didn’t notice Sersi at all until she knocked on your teaching room door to ask about poetry pieces that could link up to her current history topic.
“I know it’s quite late but I was- wow you have a lot of books” The dark-haired woman began, giving no mind to actually look at you or even notice that you had gotten up from your desk.
“You wonder what?” You approach the invasive lady with a waltzing question filling the air.
“Poetry. I was wondering if you could lend me any poetry books that can link to-hi, I’m Sersi and your scent matches your face, beautiful” Sersi blurts out of the blue, leaving you stunned.
“Thank you but if you could describe coffee beans and possibly cheap deodorant as beautiful I’ll take it, I’m Y/n by the way” You offer her a warm smile.
From that weird and odd first introduction, you both basically stuck together as if super glue stuck the two of you together.
It was Sersi who engaged the whole hanging out, talking, and genuine friendship but-.
You weren’t at all sure when the flowing river of romantic emotions began to fill your body but it felt uneasy, almost like a balanced fear and great positivity.
Sersi like always was late to the early morning meeting before the whole day began. She spotted you giggling and waving her over to take the empty seat beside you.
“Hm, I didn’t know late was the new early” You teased, jokingly elbowing your dark-haired friend.
“My alarm didn’t go off” She explained, pulling out her laptop while taking off her beanie.
“Sprite, she took my money and didn’t even wake you up in time. what a crook” You annoyingly cross your arms with a frown, causing Seris to laugh a bit.
“That explains why I found cash in Sprite’s- stop frowning. You’ll form frown lines and wrinkles” Sersi drags her index finger over the bunched-up skin.
You began to smile and turned your head to notice your boss staring in dismay but missed Seris’s reddened cheeks.
You swallowed hard, hands gripping your laptop and eyes glued to the presentation. Butterflies. Butterflies. Oh, how your stomach began to flutter with a billion Butterflies.
At the end of the meeting, you both basically ran for it before Mr. Groff could point his big fat finger in your face with a look of anger.
“I’m surprised, Groff didn’t drag us from our seats” Sersi laughs as you both scurry away.
“Same to be honest” You nervously laugh unknowingly bumping into Sersi’s hand in your little rush to get out of there.
She grabbed your hand, why is she grabbing your hand? And now she is holding your hand, why is she holding your hand?
“I heard of a new cafe that just opened up” She almost whispered.
“Then do you want to go and check it out?” You ask, staring at her hand as her grip tightens.
“As in a date?” Sersi pauses in the middle of the hallway.
“I-I-I was just- yeah as a date. Would you, Sersi like to go out on a date with me?” You felt her hand falter. Oh my god, what did you just say?
You were about to take it all back when you suddenly heard Sprite slowly clapping.
“Bravo took you long enough. Did you really think Sersi had the guts to ask you out first? Geez old people I swear” Sprite laughs while walking right past you both.
Seris turned around, fiddling with her fingers while having her head turned giving Sprite the evils as she walks away.
“I bought up the cafe in the hopes you would catch the hint which you did” Sersi looks back at you, missing the warmth of your hand.
“Is that a yes?” You ask with a massive smile.
“Of course, it’s a yes, Y/n” Sersi finally slips through her wildly growing smile.
Sersi (Sersi Asking You)
Sersi first laid eyes on you at the local library, wising for help.
You were the new librarian who took ownership after the retirement of your father, which shook the lovestruck woman, for she didn’t think your father had any children but yet here you were helping her find a book or two.
“Hi, I’m-”
“Your Sersi, right? Sorry but I use to see you walk past or even come in on those rare moments to help my dad” You throw her a bright smile while leaning forward on your desk.
Sersi’s eyes travel down to your visible cleavage.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m Sersi. Your dad asked me to come in sometime to actually borrow a book or two because why have a librarian card if I’m not going to use it?” Sersi awkwardly laughs, biting her lip.
“Hm, makes sense after all my dad was kinda becoming annoyed at how you were still buying your books instead of issuing you a book or two out” You sit back up and throw your glasses back on.
“I was wondering if you could help me find the latest issue of "If only we had time” written by Lillian Matthews?“ She shyly asks, her heart pounding by the second.
You smile and begin typing away on your computer trying to find the book she requested.
Ever since you gave her the help and the book she had asked for, Sersi has been coming in more and more.
She’ll come in right after work just to read, return, and borrow books. Sersi will even have small talk with you or just stare as you scan her books and typically work.
Her heart soon began to build a pool of amorous and romantic feelings.
The pool only grew as the small talk turned into real conversations, the staring was being returned with longing looks, and time was even being spent ready together.
Sersi rests her head on your shoulder, inhaling the sweetness of your shampoo and the seductive scent of your perfume.
Silent like always, peaceful like always, and enjoyable like always.
Your small little chuckle broke the silence but gave Sersi the biggest grin.
She stared up at you while you squeezed her thigh and scrunched your nose with nothing but happiness slipping from your perfectly painted red lips.
"What’s making you laugh?” Sersi questions, grabbing your book and reading the page you were on.
“What that’s sweet? Don’t laugh at that” She whispers, her laughter following every time she spoke.
“I know it’s sweet but that is so rom-com. If Issac wants to go out on a date with Maeve don’t pick a dinner date” You take your book back and continue reading.
“Why not? I think dinner dates are nice” the woman beside you asks, her eyes glued on you.
“Because that’s kinda basic. If it was me I would have chosen a night in like a movie but at home where things are free and no one is watching” You bite your nails as you realize how rom-com and basic that sounds.
“Oh, you just don’t like people staring. You don’t mind the rom-com, it’s the actual going out part where ‘the people live’” She teases, closing in a little closer to your ear.
She smiled before speaking again.
“If I asked you over to my place for a movie night will you say yes?” Her smile grew as your eyes widen.
“If it’s a date then I might just consider it” You answer, eyes stuck to your book.
Makkari (Asking Makkari)
How can I simply put this? You and Makkari have basically known each other since you caught her trying to steal a painting you had just finished and were planning on selling.
The very first encounter you had with her you weren’t remotely mad or felt any negative emotions when you found her in your home taking what is yours.
“You must be the flashy bandit everyone has been warning me about. You’ve been stealing my paintings without a single hello or goodbye” You calmly say, sipping at your midnight wine.
With no response, just big brown eyes staring right back at you, you just smiled and offered her a glass.
The quiet woman blinked a bit while taking in your relaxed form. You were the painter that she absolutely loved but had no idea you were going to act this way. Did you always act this way when someone stole a painting of yours? Even though she is the only known being that has successfully taken a painting or two.
In time you of course found out that she was deaf but charming, electrifying, and enjoyable to be around.
Makkari became your secret friend who started to come over by the night and even during the day if she was free.
Makkari for sure taught you sign language so you wouldn’t have to always write or type for her to have a comfortable conversation.
Your heart began to grow a garden of roses for the silent woman. Your roses were for her, the roses symbolized the not too simple emotions you felt when thought about her, smiled with her, and generally felt her.
God how your heart felt more sustainable than the actual outside world.
Makkari like always opened the door and sped right in to find you painting in your backgarden.
You must have not noticed the other woman as she tilts her head, watching you capture every detail of her face in the portate you were concentrating on.
The big brown-eyed woman felt her heart thud at how you allowed your gentle finger to tease itself against the painted lips. Oh, how she wished you did so to her instead of the detailed painting.
She just stared, watching intently behind you, her hands comfortably set behind her back.
*Crack*
You swish your head around to catch sight of your silent intruder who had seemed to have stepped on a twig.
“Ma-m-Makkari!!” You stutter, quickly covering your portrait of the eternal with your back, face as red as a tomato.
“Let me see,” The brown haired woman says, trying to catch a look.
You shake your head, arms doing their best to shield the portate.
A pout began to form on your garden of roses lips, eyes as adorable as a puppy.
“FINE!!” You huffing in defeat while moving out of the way with your head down and an annoyed expression on your face.
What you didn’t expect was the massive smile Makkari had as she took a look at your artwork up close. Your heart could have sworn it grew another row of roses as Makkari closed her face into the piece of detail as if standing in front of it wasn’t enough, she had to bring her face a lot closer to catch every element.
She turned her head to you.
“Can I have it?” She asks, her head tilted as if her question wasn’t understood.
Pop goes the lightbulb.
“Only if you agree to one thing” You confidently sign, a massive grin on your face.
“Sure!” Makkari smiles, her head nodding as she signs.
“Go out on one date with me and you get the painting” You watch as her cheeks contort into a light red almost invisible if the sun hadn’t given her away.
Her head nods while your smile grew.
Makkari (Makkari Asking You)
You have known each other since you both arrived on earth, trying to full fill the mission that you were both tasked to do with your fellow Eternals.
Makkari was more of the watch and try her best to simply give you something but thank the earth for Druig, right? Without him, she wouldn’t have had the guts to simply form a friendship with you.
“You and miss Y/n hanging out now?” Druig almost laughed at how quickly Makkari nodded her head with paint on her hands.
“Having fun?” He asks, eating an apple.
Makkari could only smile and nod.
“Have fun with your bestie. I’m going to go and annoy Ikaris” With that Druig was gone, dancing his way to his possible death.
You tap Makkari on the shoulder and hand her a wet cloth to clean her hands with.
“I thought Druig was going to join us. But by the way, he is dancing, he is on the train to his last breath on earth” You tilt your head, watching his every stepto the darkness of Hela.
“Oh, he is but who really knows what goes throughhis head half the time anyways” Makkari watches Druig before his body collides with the brick wall.
“Well see you later Druig” She signed, you behind her mouthing r.i.p.
Your time together only grew but Makkari began to give you gifts?
You always took them with a smile but worried if they were stolen or even traded with the wrong people.
And sweet little letters began to show up in your workspace whenever she couldn’t hang, which you didn’t mind after all she was a fighter you were a thinker with your ability to change or even emotions with a single touch.
Letters. Letters. Oh, how letters were the only way she could communicate with you when she was busy or couldn’t find the stomach to express the field of tulips you had created within her heart.
“I can’t” The scared woman shook her head, picking up yet another relic within her shaky hands.
“Yes, you can!” Her green-eyed friend shook her shoulders with the biggest grin.
“What is it you do when you need to tell her your busy?” He asks, letting her go and pointing at the obvious answers.
“I write!” Makkari runs off with a piece of parchment and a pencil Phastos made.
Makkari wrote as quickly as possible while Druig watched with mango in hand. He quietly sat down eating away as his dear friend scribbled on her paper.
Once Makkari was satisfied she handed her letter to Druig who pulled a face once his eyes caught sight of the words written.
He exhaled before reading aloud.
“Circle yes or no if you want to a spend a romantic evening with me, Makkari smiley face” He chuckles, looking up at his friend’s goofy grin.
“It gets straight to the point so yeah give it to her” The brown-haired man hands the letter to her before she rushes off to go and find you.
One thing Makkari knows about you is that you are the therapist to the people you interact with so it was no surprise when she found you listening to yet another client.
Makkari just stared and viewed how you took care of the heart that sat beside you. She bit her lip and patiently waited.
But once you were finished she sped right in front of you and handed you the letter and ran off before you could even say a word.
“Makkari!” You giggle, smile growing at the dust that picked up once her speedy legs carried her away.
You read the letter and only screamed.
“Straight forward but I’ll take it!” You celebrate while Makkari observed from afar.
Thena (Asking Thena)
She crashed through your living room wall. Yeah, that’s it.
You were baking an apple pie when a Goddess whose hair matched her weapon basically became friends with your wall and living room.
You noticed she wasn’t moving so you took a B line to your first aid kit and rushed over to her.
“Miss? Can you hear me?” You check her pulse before grabbing your gloves out of the first aid kit.
A shallow gasp for air pulled your attention back to her face and caused you to forget about your gloves- her eyes appear to be as white as the clouds?
Without thinking you straddle the stranger, grabbed her face from both sides and forced her to look at you. Your eyes were gentle, your skin felt so smooth, and your scent smelled of baked sweets.
She breathed in, took in your scent and began thinking of someone who cared, causing her eyes to normalise.
“Green how nice” You mutter, thumbs caressing her skin.
“Beautiful. I was welcomed back by a beautiful woman” The stranger smiles.
Saying she didn’t leave you alone was an understatement. How could you blame her? The only known person who could pull her out of the Mahd Wy'ry state was her close friend Gilgamesh.
She found out that you were a trained nurse who worked from home a lot more due to your new friend and her weird way of finding new ways to hurt herself.
At this point, you’re starting to think a lot of her wounds are on purpose but yet again you have witnessed her stick her hand into your toaster while Gilgamesh left you to take care of her.
But you didn’t mind it, after all, Thena is the spark to your flaming heart.
You stood in the kitchen doorway, slanting your head wondering why Thena was casually shoving her face into the freezer.
“Thena, I know it’s hot but my income isn’t as hot as the temperature so please close the freezer” Your voice causes the blond to accidentally close the door on herself.
“Ow,” She closes the freezer door and turns her attention to you.
“You good?” You ask, coming up to her and pressing your warm hand to her head.
“Mmhm” The green-eyed goddess hums in response, bringing her hand up to yours while keeping her eyes shut as she accepts the warmth you were gifting her.
“Let me see those green orbs,” You say, biting your lip once she opened her earthy eyes.
“Thena…” You whisper, a smile dancing across your lips.
The Goddess stepped forward as you stepped back to make room between your two bodies. A light smile drags itself across her lips while you waltz over to the fridge to see what you both could have for lunch, Thena follows close behind you looking at you with a small chuckle.
“I have met strange mortals before but you, Y/n take the cake” The fairly-skinned woman spoke her finger tapping on the kitchen counter.
“Strange now that is a word you should feel familiar with” You shot back, brain possibly falling in with the idea of cookies.
“Now I’m wondering where is Gilgamesh with my groceries and the yoghurt you requested” You pounder his presence, closing the fridge door.
“He may take his time” Thena responds, a knowing grin splat on her rosy lips.
Squinting your eyes, sucking on your teeth, and back resting on your fridge.
“Thena, do you know how long until Gilgamesh is back?” You ask, arms crossed.
“I don’t know? How long until you ask me for a loveable evening spent with only the two of us?” She throughs you a question, eyes eating you alive.
“Do you mean a date?” You interrogate, a tiny smirk pulling at your lips.
“If that is what you mortals call it then yes” Her voice was smooth as she stalks over towards you and presses her front to yours.
“Do you have something to ask me?” She mutters, breath out on your lips as cold fingers meet the skin on your hands.
Hot! Fucking hot! A spark began with a forest fire following close behind as you both lost yourselves in each other’s touch.
“Thena. Thena. Will like to spend a romantic day, evening, or even night with me?” Your smirk was most indefinitely taking over at this point as you watch Thena bite her lip.
“Only if you promise me the night” The Goddess of war pressed a brief kiss to your lips before capturing your bottom lip into her teeth.
Thena (Thena Asking You)
Most of the time confident Goddess Thena turned around thinking 'NOPE THERE IS ALWAYS LONENESS!’ as she spots you helping Gilgamesh with the books in his hands.
You met through Gilgamesh, a friend you made due to your travels around the world. You loved to travel but who knew you were going to show up and basically become a permanent nurse for the two immortal beings.
You originally got lost and found shelter through a large man who had fell and broke his leg or so you thought.
You once again aided to a small cut on Gilgamesh’s finger. It was a paper cut but it had become a huge habit to aid to any wounds will they be small or larger than your income. With the help of a hello kitty bandaid, Gilgamesh was fine and Thena became an owl who just stared with her sharp green eyes.
“Will you like a bandaid?” You ask the stalking owl who just nods causing you to slip a small chuckle through your smooth lips.
“Of course you do, after all, I bought these for you since you went nuts over the cat photos I showed you. I tried to find cute cat bandaids but these just threw me back to my childhood so I ordered them” You say, wrapping a bandaid on one of her fingers.
“What was your childhood like?” Gilgamesh asks forcing you to turn around, Thena throwing Gilgamesh an annoyed look at him as you let her hand go.
“Pretty average with teenage drama and a lot of pink as a small child” You answer, hands in your pockets with a small shrug.
Your relationship with the Goddess turned into something that caused an improper balance between warrior Thena and the Thena that no one even Gilgamesh has seen: mortal Thena.
She is the Goddess of war who felt more human than God when her eyes return to the orbs that you love, welcoming her back into a mortal world.
Her heart only spoke the whispers of a blazing firestorm that which is her heart. The heart you lit a match for and feed oxygen to.
Dangerous, oh how fire is as dangerous as the word itself.
*Crash- silence*
You close your laptop and grab your first aid kit. Your heart begins to form into thudding fear as you move further into the corridor, finding Gilgamesh pressing his ear against the door of Thena’s room and motioning you to be quiet.
Another episode you thought and she isn’t even outside as you and Gilgamesh would like her to be when one of these 'seasons’ comes in as an unwanted visitor.
“I’ll drag her outside you stay clear, you got it?” Gilgamesh whispers, motioning you to move to your room to allow him to do as he said he was going to do.
You tip-toe right past him and make it to your room and close the door behind you.
You heard Gilgamesh speaking to Thena until a thud, crash, and smash filled your ears.
“Thena you’re being really unfair!” Gilgamesh yells, pushing Thena outside and gunning for his way back-.
A massive painful scream, causes you to run from your room to aid whoever was injured this time. Your feet took a pause, your eyes widening as you see Thena’s spear nestled into Gilgamesh’s shoulder with Thena looking down at him, her foot pressed to his chest.
“Thena, NO!” You yell, sliding beside Gilgamesh and pushing Thena’s spear out of his shoulder, immediately applying pressure with a few gauzes.
You ignore Gilgamesh’s pleads for you to leave as Thena pressed her spear into your back.
“THENA!” You smack the spear’s sharp point away, your heart feeling no fear.
You look her dead in the eyes.
“Your friend is bleeding, I need you… Please” Your voice cracks, lip quivering with tears forming in your eyes.
Blinking, spear slowly disappearing, with eyes as green as grass: your Thena returning with every blink she takes.
Her big green orbs widen as she realizes that you weren’t smiling over her welcoming her back but instead glossy-eyed trying to keep her close friend alive. The Greek Goddess helps Gilgamesh up and carries him inside to the couch with you not too far behind.
“Gilly this will hurt a lot” You state, holding a hot iron and squatting down beside him.
“Oh fuck” The large muscley man groans, biting down on a stick.
“Here goes nothing” You exhale deeply, instantly pressing the hot metal to the open wound.
You dismiss his groans while Thena holds down his hands. The smell of burning skin fills the air as you continue with your cautery technique.
Once you were finished you blew on the closed, heated scar.
“Don’t touch it. I’ll be right back” You stood up, Thena following you with worry in her eyes.
You stood in the kitchen opening cabinets when you felt Thena hug you from behind.
“I’m sorry” The god now felt guilt, mutters with her heart pounding.
“It’s alright. This has happened before” You reassure her, turning around and hugging her back.
“But not like this. You usually wake me with a smile, not with tears” Her voice was filled with an emotion you have never heard of.
Your eyes soften, your smile pressed to your lips as you caress her cheek.
“That isn’t- no not like that. I-I-I want to see you smile when you welcome me back. Not moments after” She spoke with frustration.
“Think about what we may have for dinner instead of pondering over this. Gilly is okay-”
“Dinner! Spend the evening with me where you may welcome me with a smile in the day” Thena cuts you off.
“Thena, Gilgamesh is on the sofa and-”
“Not bleeding out? Breathing? And stable?” The blond-haired woman smiles once she hears Gilgamesh enter the kitchen.
“Just agree to go out on a date with her so this pain can go away” The large man whines as you nod your head.
“Yes, Thena. I will spend the evening with you and welcome you with a smile when the sun pecks over the mountains” You reply.
Ajak (Asking Ajak)
You sang like a songbird while Ajak sat, washed away in the heaven of your voice and fingers that played the piano. You were her proudest thinker amongst your peers.
How your voice could be so romantic, electric, comforting, and sad if you really tried. Your gift was something she and many mortals you had bumped into couldn’t get enough of.
You had a way with instruments. If they were stringed, wooden, or air instruments. It didn’t matter, you always knew how to make her hips sway with every instrument you played.
The sound of your humming could make the leader smile and tap her feet at whatever melody that gusts its way into your talented mind.
Your little faint hums flooded the Eternal leader’s ears, her smile reaching the stars. She should have known that you were coming in for the morning meeting a lot earlier than the others, after all-.
“Melodies never sleep, do they Y/n?” The brunette-haired woman questioned, her gentle grin sending a slight blush across your cheeks.
“No, beautiful melodies never sleep. Well not to me they don’t” You spoke, taking a sip of water from your cup.
She is in fact your number one fan. She gave you all your inspiration, she is your muse.
You found yourself lost in ideas, ideas that only spoke and modelled Ajak. Will be her gentle heart, or something that she had said moments before.
She was like an airy melody and symphony.
Ajak became the gust of wind that sent shivers down your heart’s spine.
As wind does it comes and goes in all sorts of pressure or sounds but for you, the breaking wind stays. The swishing sounds, the changing direction, and the shivers. They never fade as your muse remains.
She blew in your ear, waking you from your dwelling thoughts.
“Writing something new?” The big brown-eyed woman asks eyes as curious as always.
“Something only the howling wind will understand” You watch her take a seat in front of you.
“Is that, right?” The lady in blue raises an eyebrow, gaze settling on the violin beside your feet.
“Well play me a small snippet of what the wind will only understand” Ajak sits comfortably on the rock settled in front of you.
Closing her eyes, Ajak awaits the talent of which is you.
You take the stringed instrument into your grasp, put it into position, got comfortable, and took the deepest breath.
Readying yourself, you take a long look at Ajak and began to play the stringed violin. Slow but steady, drawn but composed, respected but loveable. Ajak.
Your eyes soften to the heaven that flew through the wood treed air, the wind catching the gentle locks of Ajak, your heart howling at the sight.
Your eyes begin to close, unknowingly allowing your fingers to change the tune with the guidance of your air bent heart.
Ajak opens her eyes, face stunned from the tune she only heard once before when you expected no one to be near. She was lost, her feet carrying towards you, a slight touch to the fingers that held the bow.
You flashed your eyes open, Ajak’s face only centimetres away.
Hurricanes, they are only a mix of light wind but how your heart felt like a heavy truck filled with wind.
Her god made hands gently took the instrument from your grasp and held your hands into her own. Ajak’s thumbs rolled circles over your smooth talented palms, her eyes glued to them as if she was trying to decode a message.
“Play, sing and sway to me tonight. Just the two of us in my chambers with the tune you slipt into my ears” Ajak spoke softly, finally making eye contact with you.
“The piece you played I want to understand it. Will you allow me to understand it?” Her question lingers over her smooth lips, your eyes widening at her words.
“Ajak it was just a slip up it wasn’t-”
You took a deeper gaze into the leader’s brown chocolate eyes.
“How about in my chambers tonight and yours tomorrow?” You ask, hoping she will take it and expect a possible second night spent together.
“Of course. You give me the light tonight and I’ll give you the dark tomorrow” Her voice was fair in the beginning but lustful in the end as if she could read your mind.
Ajak (Ajak Asking you)
Ajak stared back at you. The both of you gazed into each other’s eyes, waiting for the next performer to finish their piece so you could blow your 'secret’ fan away.
You were last like always, which made the immortal god go nuts and impatient. But it was worth hearing your usual 8 classical pieces.
When those 8 were finished she was the first backstage with a smile you knew all too well.
“Well isn’t it my number one girl!” You exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear.
“Number one? Oh, Y/n you spoil me” The unaging woman laughs, taking the seat in front of your laid out table.
“You’ve been coming to the shows only I’ve played in. You hurt Apollo’s feelings when you didn’t show up at the autumn spring opening” You gesture to your friend who sat two tables down from you.
“It was because you weren’t playing” She replies, leaning forward with her chin resting in her hand.
“You’re the one who is spoiling me!” You almost yell, a wide deadly smirk playing across your lips.
When you performed you were there. Would it be classical music with your stringed instruments, wooden, air etc, or even during the days you allowed her and your audience to endure your singing voice.
She is always there in the crowd enjoying every moment as if you were singing or performing for her and her alone.
Ajak felt as if she was the oxygen filling your lungs and the air that broke between your fingers as you played.
The airy wind in her heart picked up dust, oxygen, and the images of the person who breathed the air her heart was filled to brim with.
But as air does it will have to released eventually.
Ajak took a deep breath in as her eyes laid upon you. Beads of sweat formed on your forehead and were wiped away with a tissue as you sat at the seat in front of her.
“Nervous are we?” You ask her fiddly fingers and tight bitten lips.
“Abit” She responds, eyes resting on your hand as you give her wild hands a small squeeze.
“Well if you feel comfortable then please do share” You spoke, eyeing the way she relaxes.
“Do enjoy seeing me?” Her question left you shocked.
“Ajak, you are my number one girl. Why wouldn’t I enjoy seeing you?” You ask, your throat dry from such a question.
“I-I-I-no. I mean as a person, not as a fan” The immortal woman’s tone felt frustrated.
“What is really on your mind?” Your question heated Ajak’s lips as you hold her chin in your nimble fingers, eyes glued to her orbs.
“Tell me, sweet admirable Ajak” You both crack a laugh as you watch her let go of the weight on her shoulders.
“Would you spend a day or evening with me?” Ajak crocked out of her throat as you once again share a laugh together.
“I love the day more than the evening so yes I would most definitely love to spend a day with you” You answer, hands fidgeting with each other.
