promptguardianship

[promptguardianship]

November 1 - 30

November 1

He grunted, and the scowl he bestowed on me was fierce.

“I see Rickley is up to his tricks again. Bring her.” His men spun their spears away from my throat and blocked my retreat. Okay…I'm in but will they let me leave?

 November 2

The rock tunnel merged into a glass one engulfed by water…two MERMAIDS were doing IT as I imagined fish did.

“You…don't drink that water, do you?” I asked, mortified.

The leader glanced at the couple and chuckled, “No.”

 November 3

“What is the meaning of this?” asked a man in a toga. I was seeing more of him than I wanted to.

“Archon. Rickley's messenger will be held indefinitely.”

Wait! What?

“You are accountable for her, Attalos.”

"Ópos diatáxate."

 November 4

“Are you holding me hostage?” I wanted to snarl but the stupidity was my own. I trusted blindly. Damn, but my guardianship skills were rusty. If push came to shove, I’d call on Hades. That sexy bastard could go anywhere.

 November 5

"Reveal the message or summon Rickley.” His smile was chilling as he shoved me into an opulent room. It overlooked beaches and iridescent fungi reflecting off rippling cerulean waves.

 As prisons went, this wasn’t half bad.

 November 6

“Your colouring is unique but you look like a man.” He pointed to the cream toga strewn across the bed, which meant no bra.

"A man?" I huffed. "These won't fit!" I pointed to my breasts. It was true, they'd hang out, mostly.

 November 7

“Dress yourself or I will do so.”

“Oh, does big Attalos like playing nursemaid?” I teased like someone would a wild snake. “Go ahead, I’d like to see you try.”

The smile that spread across his face was deliciously wicked. Excitement skittered along my nerve endings.

 November 8

He lunged and I darted, feeling his fingertips brush my waist.

“I will cut your offensive clothing from your body,” he promised. I gasped and dove over the bed. With a cheeky smile, I dashed out the room and locked the door.

 November 9

For a moment, I enjoyed my victory. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have. An arm looped around my waist yanking me back into the room. He was chuckling, the bastard.

“How did you…?” He tossed me onto the bed, ending my question.

November 10

I heard the fabric part before I felt the cool air along my legs. Glancing down my breath caught. Attalos held a serrated blade, sharp enough to slice through denim.

“Don’t move…I don’t want to hurt you.”

 November 11

“Your undergarments are…intriguing,” he said, now that my shredded clothing lay at his feet. “Should I remove these also?”

I growled, my arm flying across my breasts.

“I look forward to seeing those NOT fit the toga.”

 November 12

I sat up to push him back and just barely missed slicing my own throat. He stowed his dagger and folded his arms across his chest…waiting. Cursing him under my breath, I grabbed the toga and yanked it on.

 November 13

“I see,” he said and with a flick, his dagger was back in hand and my bra gaped. “Better,” he growled. He tossed his dagger on the bed, tugged my ruined bra out and proceeded to adjust my breasts until the toga covered me.

 November 14

Despite my best efforts, my nipples tautened under the unexpected attention. Traitors. And all hope that he hadn’t noticed vanished when he tweaked one through the fabric. I gasped, flashing him an I’m-not-impressed look.

 November 15

“Lose your footwear,” he said, grabbing his dagger, and spinning it between nimble fingers. I sighed and bent over to yank off my boots and socks. He unravelled my braid, fluffed my hair out and then gathered my hand in his.

 November 16

“Perhaps seeing Eumelus will trigger this message,” Attalos said. I gasped, yanking hard on his hand to stop.

“You knew? Then why the hell make me change? I could’ve been out of here within an hour!”

“This was more…fun.”

 November 17

Attalos thrust me in front of a wizened man.

My chest hummed as a disembodied voice spoke:

 On rivers of fire, a life will be taken when Darkness prevails altering fate,

This song kept yet not awaken, entrapped within the gate.

 November 18

The man raised his eyes to mine, fear and chagrin easy to discern.

“Welcome, child. I need to ponder a response. Attalos?” Eumelus spoke to him in hushed tones. Attalos listened and a delighted smile crawled across his face.

 November 19

“You will need to stay until I have composed a message,” Eumelus said. “Attalos will show you a little of Atlantis.”

“What?” I squeaked. I glared at the smug man who’d stepped closer to slide an arm around my waist.

 November 20

The moment we were alone, I spun to glare at Attalos, my hands on my hips in a universal pissed-off stance.

“Okay, out with it.”

“I can’t tell you…the song kept yet not awaken.”

“I’m the song? This isn't a fool's errand?"

 November 21

I studied Attalo’s carved face for a few minutes and then grimaced.

“Hades rejected Perse, didn’t he?” I started to pace, warming to the subject. “And the Fates are pissed? Shit. I always knew he’d make a horrible ex.”

 November 22

“Your choice in men leaves much to be desired,” Attalos grumbled.

“Hey, the sex was amazing, like off-the-charts drop-my-panties good.”

His frown morphed into a scowl. “Hades must think the same since he wants you back.”

 November 23

“Hades doesn’t wear panties; he goes 100% commando,” I teased, delighted by the warmth that stained his cheeks. “But when he does…um, cover up, he looks lickable in a leather thong.” I glanced away to hide my giggle.

 November 24

“I tried to fix this to appease the Fates,” I said with sudden seriousness. “My actions have far-reaching consequences.”

“I’ll take that risk.” Attalos crushed me against his chest. It felt good to be in his arms but I’d learned my lesson.

 November 25

He held firm; the intensity in his eyes an indication of his intentions. So, I went on the offensive. I brushed my lips across his, surprising him. But at the taste of his breath, I moaned...cherries, my favourite.

 November 26

I forced myself to pull away.

“Wait…please,” he held out a hand. “Hades can’t reach you here. Death has long since played a role in our lives.”

“Shit,” I gasped. “How old are you?”

“Does it matter? You are safe with me.”

 November 27

“I’m a prompt guardian and safety is a luxury. There is no future for us.”

“I have a unique perspective on time. You grab joy where you can.”

“Grab?” I chuckled but it sounded harsh. “Grabbing has cost me pieces of my soul.”

 November 28

“Spend a few days, enjoy my city. Get to know me better.”

“Seriously? You’ve stripped me and fondled my breasts. Now I’m forced to stay here. So far, your likeable meter is in the negative.”

"But have I harmed you?”

 November 29

“No,” I grumbled. “But that doesn’t mean I’m parting my thighs for you.”

“I’m fascinated by you, Sev.”

“Like I haven’t heard that line before.” I rolled my eyes.

“What does Hades have that I don’t?” he huffed.

 November 30

“If sex is a sin then he’s damn good at it.” Well, he is Hades, after all.

“So it was just sex?”

“And a little affection,” I admitted.

“If I offered my heart?” he asked, sincerity in his eyes.

“Just like that? Like it’s cake?”

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October 9 - October 31

October 9

I hit the ground with a thud, my face squished into the mat. What the hell was I thinking? Hell? I giggled.

Lifting my backside, I flipped the demon over my shoulder and laughingly jumped on him with a knee to his stomach.

 October 10

Hades grumbled as his touch feathered over my bruised hip. The purple mark faded under his fingertip.

“Ahmed refuses to spar with you on pain of death," he said.

“But I went easy on him!”

“He's aware of this, as are all my demons."

 October 11

"The fallen star has the prompts?" I gasped. “You know what's beyond the wall, right?"

"No one crosses the wall, Sev,” @synikalangel said.

"No one but us prompt guardians. Why go? Hades gives me the prompts every day!"

 October 12

“I can't get the prompts! Samson, the bear shifter, said he liked your smell,” @synikalangel smirked.

“Samson?” Hades grumbled.

“I met him once. After days with you, I could barely walk.”

"You make my knees weak too."

 October 13

Hades grabbed mine and @synikalangel's hands and we appeared in bear shifter’s bedroom. He had just tugged on a pair of low-riding jeans.

“Him?” Hades asked.

Holy tamale! Who knew bear shifters were big ALL over!

 October 14

“Sev, you…look good,” Samson said, tugging on a T-shirt.

“Eyes up here,” I said. “Give Syn the prompts.”

“I wanted to see you.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“You KNOW why?” Hades asked.

I hadn't realised that he'd make a shitty ex.

 October 15

“Samson let me have the prompts without…y’know, pulling a Hades on me.” I shrug. “Now I owe him one.”

“I need a date for a wedding.”

“So, take @Synikalangel,” Hades said.

“Hades!” she gasped. “You can’t just…”

“Can’t I?”

 October 16

“Syn? Please…I’m desperate,” Samson begged.

“Fine,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes.

“As my girlfriend…” he added.

“I've heard enough.” Hades clicked his fingers and we abandoned @Synikalangel.

“That was rude,” I said.

 October 17

“Nothing happened, you said.” Hades turned on me.

“I’d just spent days with you as your lap dog, literally.”

“Oh, yes…I remember.” His smile was wickedly delicious. “I still have the collar.”

“Why?”

“It touched your skin.”

 October 18

“Say something.” Hades gathered me close to him.

“I know you think you ‘love’ me, which is in itself weird for the god of hate. So, I invited someone over, to prove you don’t…love me, that is.”

“Who could prove this?”

 October 19

The woman who sashayed her way into his foyer kindled a fire in his eyes.

"Perse?"

I pressed a kiss to his cheek and left.

Yes, I was sad, but in all my time as a prompt guardian, I knew one thing.

Don’t mess with the Fates.

 October 20

“Hades spoiled you,” a deep voice pierced my slumber. I cracked an eye and groaned. Councilman Rickley? “Good, you’re awake. You do realise your prompt guardianship is restored?”

"What? From his sex slave to yours?”

"Mine?"

 October 21

“Y'know what I mean,” I grumbled and covered my face.

“You solved the Hades-dilemma with grace…that’s something I admire. And you stuck it to Durgg.”

“What do you want, Rickley?” I flicked the duvet down to glare at him.

 October 22

“I have a task for you, Sev. One I’m certain you’ll enjoy.”

“Really? Everything about me says 'helpful'?” Sarcasm, my weapon of choice.

“I could ship you to Alaska?” he said with a chuckle.

“Good point; I'm listening.”

 October 23

“Guardians can go anywhere.”

“So can Riddick,” I said. He flicked that away with a dismissive hand.

“I need you to sneak into Atlantis.”

I gasped. “Um, I don’t do well underwater. Took on a Kraken-turtle once.”

I shivered.

 October 24

“It’s in Africa.”

“What?”

“It's the Eye of Africa. I need you to deliver a message.”

“Wait…if it’s hidden…”

“At sunset on a full moon, the door will be revealed.”

“But that’s in three days! I just got back!” I whined.

 October 25

He handed me a capsule, which was large enough to be an enema. I stared at it dubiously.

“You swallow it,” he chuckled.

“Oh! Thank the moons.” Then I frowned. “Wait! What?”

“Find Eumelus and the message will speak.”

 October 26

“Cryptic bastard,” I muttered. My grumbling stomach didn’t like the ‘message in a bottle’ floating in it. And who could blame it?

“I heard that,” Rickley grinned.

“As an ex-guardian, why can’t you go?”

“Too suspicious.”

 October 27

I stared at the wall in disbelief; the moonlight illuminated it like the Doors of Durin!

μιλήστε φίλος και εισέλθετε glowed above it.

I rolled my eyes as I said ‘fili’.

As the door opened, the scent of cinnamon greeted me.

 October 28

Every footstep echoed in the hollowed-rock stairwell, so I slithered. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t stomp my way down, announcing my arrival. Perhaps I didn’t want to awaken something lying dormant…like my courage.

 October 29

Feeling something cold on my neck, I swat it away only to slice my finger. Sudden light illuminates 4 spear tips pointed at my jugular.

My first thought was oh-shit.

My second thought was damn-girl! 5 barely clothed Egyptians?

 October 30

“Intruder, state your purpose and leave,” a man said. He stood apart from the four wielding the spears. The leader judging by his ornate...um...'strip'.

“I deliver a message,” I rolled my eyes. So much for sneaking in.

 October 31

That surprised him; he jerked as if I’d slapped him.

“To whom?”

“I can't say. My instructions were to mingle and the message will speak.” I grimaced, rubbing my tummy and wondering how I was going to get the capsule out.

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October 8

“Hades, I’m bored. All we do is make love.”

“Make love? Yes…we do that.”

“A lot. By now, I’d have stolen prompts or slain some...thing.”

“Want to spar with a few demons?”

“Promise not to kill them if they bruise me?”

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October 7

“Your breakfast,” a cadaveric-Jeeves set a plate before me. The aroma of freshly-fried bacon and eggs rose to greet me.

“Do I want to know where you find bacon in hell?” I asked Hades, flashing him a delighted smile.

“No.”

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October 6

Hades cupped my face, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I, Sev?”

“No, not even when you collared me,” I said truthfully.

“Ah, yes…from my first sighting of you, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. Hungry?”

“Starving.”

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October 5

“Just give them a little love,” Hades grumbled.

“I beg your pardon? You’ve set them on me! I still recall their heated breaths on my arse.”

“A fond memory. Dangling by your fingertips, and cursing my name, you enchanted me.”

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October 4

“Hades!” I called from his bathroom. I giggled, wondering if I should ask for toilet paper just to see his expression.

“What?” he asked.

“Please call off your hounds. They’re following me around…well, like puppies.”

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October 3

“So where to now?”

“Home.”

“@Synikalangel is on vacay.”

“Not your home, mine.”

“I don’t know, Hades. It’s not as if hell is sunny Bali.”

“No, it’s hotter.” He yanked me into his arms, “I want you in my bed for a change.”

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October 2

Hades pressed a kiss to my new knuckles.

“Y’know, I love it when you go all hell-hath-no-fury on their asses, but I think I’ll pay for this later.”

“You're mine to protect; only I get to abuse you. Got it?”

“Yes, sir!”

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October 1

“Now listen carefully, Durgg. You summon Sev under such a pretence again and I will ensure you feel my wrath for generations to come.”

“You can’t…”

“Shut up, George,” Councilman Rickley said.

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September 30

I tested the texture of my new fingertips and shot Hades an I-could-kiss-you look. His lips curled in that sensual way that had butterflies explode in my womb.

“Such power is beyond us,” Durgg said.

"Exactly," Hades quipped.

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September 29

That was a bit melodramatic, I thought as I watched my arm twitch.

“Her dedication is without question,” Hades said, then touched my shoulder. I gasped. Pleasurable pain lanced through me as a new arm grew.

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September 28

“You tasked Sev to collect the prompts from me?”

“Yes, but…” Durgg spluttered.

“And it mattered not that she paid for it, deliciously I might add?”

“Uh…”

Hades unclipped my cybernetic arm and tossed it at Durgg's feet.

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September 27

"Don't I get a say?" Hades asked.

All ‘hell’ broke loose. I giggled, pressing a kiss to his chin.

The outrage was deafening. Their blustering over his unprecedented, uninvited appearance was laughable.

He was a god, of sorts.

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September 26

“Never mind, don’t bother answering,” I huffed. “Councilman, you hypocrite, I’ll resign if you give up the naked succubus you’re hiding in your closet.”

“She has you there, George,” Councilman Rickley chuckled.

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September 25

“Which regulations have I violated, councilman?”

“The Dictates have been rewritten. You found a loophole with this…this thing with Hades. We, the Council, cannot allow this to continue.”

“So, Hades or resign?” I ask.

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September 24

I entered the court under the watchful eyes of my peers. Judgment council? This was bad.

Relax, Hades whispered from his invisible mode.

“Sev Storm, you're hereby charged with dereliction of duty,” Councilman Durgg said.