you didn't see this one coming

“…..has died.” finish it in my ask. || lightxtracer

Lips had been tugged into a small smile towards the other at her entrance, head tilting back down towards her book as she waited for the other to speak. But the words she hears escape from her lips are not those that she had been expecting. The woman’s voice was usually so vibrant, so bright and happy. But what leaves the lips of the shield brought to life brings Apate’s book clattering to the floor. 

She could not, would not dare to breathe, or move at all for a moment as she takes those meager seconds to process what she had just heard. No. She had to be wrong– But Vee wouldn’t lie– Pietro couldn’t– Like a snake striking an enemy, dainty hands snatch the book up from where it had fallen, slammed down unto the desk beside her. Apate says nothing. Her face is unreadable, if not the least bit forlorn before all emotion fades from her expression. Blank. Blankness was presented on those fine features that, framed by curly locks, he had called beautiful just the other day. 

At any moment, he would run into her doorway. He would mess up her hair. He would ask her if she’s had her tea.

It was a joke. A sick joke..

Emotions went wild, imagination ran rampant as she merely sat there, staring at the floor. Oh, where was that clever tongue of hers, now? Where was that charming smile, those devious those that were always so aglow whenever he was around? Those pale hands that memorised the feel of every part of him immediately went to her belly. Was it just not the other day that she had told him that she wanted him present in their child’s life? Where was he? Alone, the goddess would raise their child alone. 

There weren’t words to describe how she felt, no string of words to accurately convey what emotions ripped through her body. Tears were held back, none falling upon her cheeks as she finally takes a small breath. He was mortal after all. Pietro would have perished eventually. He could leave her as easily as she him. And if heaven were real… He would be there amongst them, there above the clouds, among the stars… And if he were brought to the Underworld.. Elysium for him. Where she was not welcome. Nothing so wicked, so vile was allowed into the golden fields. 

Finally, something leaves her lips. But not an utterance, not at first as she fights to keep her composure. 

The goddess laughs, pain hidden, controlled in those blue eyes that practically glowed with all of the emotion she contains. And then she shakes her head, thumb trailing along the little bump that was so steadily forming at her lower abdomen. Her child’s father was gone. 

“All mortals perish.”

That is all she says, all she can bear to say as it is but an echo of a conversation she had shared with him once. Pietro would have been unsettled, would have hated her response. 

She felt the loss, felt the pain in her heart, lungs, everywhere in her body as she kept her silence save for those three little words. Words. Every conversation they’d had, every touch, every look they’d shared ran through her mind– but most of all her mind focused on one thing, the one thing that was most important about his death. So stubborn, she had been so stubbornly in denial, and even after acceptance refused to speak three other words to him. Not a whisper, not a moan, not a murmur against his lips or his shoulder. Lips never formed the words against his cheek or the smooth planes of his chest. Breath would never escape from her to meet the air around his form for him to hear, to comprehend the pure weight those words carried in her entire being. So she could not help but laugh. The unfairness of it all, but fair as well. She had too much pride, too little care, still even now she did not appreciate and remember the fragility of those who were human. And, now what? Now, Pietro Maximoff was gone.

Jessica could feel herself melting at Pietro’s words, at his touch. Her hips rolled forwards at the feeling over his fingers clutch tighter at her rear, and over his sultry words. She pulled her head away from him to gaze into his bright blue eyes once more. Her fingers ghosted up his back before playing and tangling in his curly locks. Her pupils blew when his eyes connected with hers.

Jessica painfully broke from the kiss and gazed into Pietro’s eyes, her eyebrow forming into its usual raised-self. “Yes, it’s lace.” Jessica melted even further into Pietro’s arms, before leaning back and unbuttoning his shirt. She spread the shirt back and her eyes focused on his chest. After a few moments of silence, she spoke, her voice barely audible. “You are so handsome, Pietro.”  she murmured.

Three fingers smoothed between her cheeks until they met softer flesh a little lower. “Hell, ah? Then let me drag you down.”