(She) Of Heights

                   Stubbornly speaking with the other, he was easy to work up when he was told what to do. Especially when crass words were thrown to him, his brows knit together in defiance. His eyes shining obstinately as he held his ground with the other. 

"I’m afraid that…I was not looking for an Alice."

                As he watched her, listened to her words, he nodded carefully. But hey, at least he treated her with respect she should and be expected to be given. Subtle taints of enchantment arose his soul, the flickering bright flame inside — to commence coalesce.

             { X } — "Why of course, I would love to." The smile on her face did not fell at any moment, her eyes slightly squinted because of this but she did not mind. It wasn't a tiring smile like the one she always has to show off, it wasn't one that made her cheeks hurt. It was a true one. "As long as you don't forget yourself, child." She sighed lightly but happily, not wanting to discuss such subject.

MYTHOLOGY ♦ GREEK

                Upon viewing his mother, there were similarities among the two; Intelligence, properness, sophistication. A smile reached the creases of his lips, cracking them in a small grin. He hence grasped his mother’s hand with a gentle grace, a bow would preform as well as a skin on the back of the hand. You had to respect your mother, the Greek Goddess.

           { X } — At this she let out a light chuckle, having to cover her mouth to disguise the sound of her light giggles and laughs. "You're elegant nonetheless, love, and addressing to you as Capricornus makes it seem like you're all grown-up." Which he was, deep down she knew that, but she would never admit that she had lost that much. "Ah, thank you, child, but don't abash yourself to flatter me. After all, when we're suited and pretty, we must admit that." And ah, how was he pretty. She knew and she was expecting it but not when most of her children simply didn't seem to care about looks as much as she did.

                There stood the young Zodiac, at least compared to his mother—Hera. Stand up straight. Hands folded behind your back neatly. Chin high, expectations low. He could comprehend his mother visiting him—albeit her frantic business,  being the mother, the Goddess of many progenitors.

               He especially made the diurnal time of the works days set aside for his one and only technical mother. He stood, awaiting her elaborate, radiation of a presence bestowed upon him. Thankfully. He even dressed in a black suit with a brown tie. One his mother would appreciate.

            { X } — At his presence, she smiled; a genuine smile that no one had seen in a while, not even her, and most probably wouldn't be seeing again anytime soon. He was beautiful, not that she hadn't already acknowledged that. Hera rested light hands on his shoulders, cleaning dirt from the suit, a dirt that didn't exist but still, and looked up at the Zodiac. "Capricorn." A deep breath and an almost relieved sigh at speaking his name. "Haven't you dressed just beautifully today? I cannot lie, this apparel suits you, indeed." And again, the cleaning of the non-existent dirt.