Marcus Deckler

She took the necklace that was on her neck, looking herself in the mirror. This was her first time around mortals, in this store, everyobody was looking at her, nothing that was a surprise to her considering her beauty, of course. A sigh escaped from her lips “I truly miss Olympus” She muttered to herself but then smiled soflty “Well, I guess this could be a new experience” Always positive, she was always like that.

Olympus? Had he heard her correctly? She’d said it so low and to herself, that maybe she’d said something else, but what else could sound like Olympus? Finally, his curiosity won him over, “you mean Olympus Olympus? Like Zeus and Hermes and all that?”

“doesn’t anybody see how scared you are?” 

“I don’t know. Maybe no one does. Maybe they do, and no one cares. It doesn’t matter anyways”

“–I was a liar; I gave in to the fire.”

“you don’t mean a literal fire, right?”

            “maybe not fancy but sure as fuck sounds good to me.” valentine sits and takes herself a portion. “thank you for sharing, dude. i normally cook myself but i’m sure as hell not going to turn my nose up. it smells great too.”

“you’re welcome. thanks, I hope it tastes good, I never cooked much when I could eat, unless you count ramen.”

He gestured to the bass, now sitting in his lap again.

“Wait, so you actually made that? That’s pretty cool.”

          “do i even want to know why you can’t eat? but uhh, sure! what’ve you made?”

“probably not. nothing fancy, just a scramble. eggs, bacon, tomatoes, cheese, avocado, and potatoes.”

Marshall teased, pushing black hair out of his face as he sat his bass down on the couch beside him.

“that’s weird; everything in the white house works just as well from what i’ve seen.”

“I just mean everything with me works properly”

“an allergy? to what? if it’s that severe, why does eating in a certain house prevent that?”

“Mainly...everything. It’s the only house where everything works properly”