#evena

spoilers below:

News in Olympus seemed to travel faster than Calaïs and Zetes being chased by Harpies. The moment Lena stopped by to discuss wedding details with her sister she could barely take a step before being bombarded with questions about her relationship and if they were actually getting married. It's like they wanted to remind her why she hated this place.

Eventually though, Lena just used her powers to look extra horrifying as she walked so people gave her a five foot radius of distance so that worked out nicely.

Eva and Lena were able to set the date for latw October and created a very small guest list of the main 12 gods (if they felt like it, its not like they were actually obligated) plus a couple extra. Cerberus was to be the ring bearer. Dewey was to help cut Eva's hair (Lena said she'd cut just a little from her bangs because her hair was already pretty short but it was tradition after all). Webby was to officiate. Llewellyn would be Lena's best man, and Dewey would be Eva's. The Furies would keep guard to make sure nobody unwanted got in (since the news was spreading and all). Hopefully nothing would go disastrously wrong.

"Eva! Wake up! You're like- two hours late," Dewey banged on Eva's door. She shot up out of her bed, getting herself whiplash as she did.

"Don't tell me you forgot," Dewey let himself in as she scampered herself out of her bed and over to her mirror to brush her hair.

"I've been stressed," Eva scowled at him. He snorted.

"Where is Lena anyway?" Dewey asked.

"Bad luck to see the bride before the wedding," Eva said.

"Says who?" He crossed his arms.

"Goldie. Now shut up and help me," Eva handed him the brush, recognizing she was too frantic to be brushing her hair well. Dewey tisk tisked before taking it and brushing it a lot calmer.

"I was lying about you being two hours late," he said. Eva immediately elbowed him.

"Yeowza. What was that for?" He whimpered dramatically.

"Oh please," she rolled her eyes. Dewey brushed her hair a bit more before he spoke again.

"So how short do you want it cut? I like your hair long," he pondered.

"Dunno. Whatever feels right to you," she took back the brush and went into her closet.

"You know, for Lady of the Underworld, i would really expect her to have her own servants help you, not someone who is many, many leagues above you," Dewey joked and Eva threw a shoe at him.

"You watch your mouth mister. I'm about to become a queen," she scowled before returning her search for her wedding dress.

"Yeah, yeah. I got it," Dewey mocked her. Eva closed the door on the closet before emerging in her wedding dress.

"So...?" Eva asked. Dewey took awhile to observe it.

It was a simple white dress, but it had a simple ebb and flow to it so it framed her quite well. It had a gold trim of flowers at the bottom and she wore white sandals on her feet.

"Where's the veil?" Dewey asked.

"Oh shoot, is that supposed to be soon?" Eva spun around to go look in the closet again.

"Well you got a little while. I'd relax a bit. Maybe even style your hair maybe just a little bit differently than 'i just woke up and brushed it for two seconds before letting it flop' Eva?" He smirked.

"You are a pain in the butt," she snorted.

"I know," he agreed. Eva sighed.

"I guess i am kinda rushing this," she came back out and flopped on her bed.

"Yeah... you don't even have to be dressed until after the bathing ceremony," he said. Eva threw a pillow at him.

"I hate you."

"Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to get a good look at you in the dress. Im sure your veil will actually be done in time. C'mon. Let's get you in your robes," he helped her off.

"I still hate you though," she stuck her tongue out.

"Yeah, yeah. Love ya too. C'mon."

.o0o.

Lena paced the hall of the temple anxiously, twisting and knotting the loose sleeves on her dress as she paced. Louie sat behind on a couch, rubbing his forehead. He was getting tired of her anxiety.

"For the last time Lena, it'll be fine. Nothings gonna go wrong and if something does, me and cerberus are on it. You got nothing to worry about," Louie explained for what must've been the millionth time.

"I know you say that but you two weren't able to stop Mariella the last time. Who's to say time would be any different?" Lena said.

"Lena, you're stressing yourself out. Relax," he rubbed his forehead.

"You say that like it's easy," she huffed.

"You'll mess up your hair with that pacing," Louie added. She shot him a look.

"Watch it there, I'm still your boss and can still fire you Llewellyn," she threatened.

"You won't. How you sit down until Violet tells us it's time? Maybe have some of that tea stuff you like?" Louie suggested. Lena hesitated, but ultimately obeyed and say down beside him.

"You think it's too weird my dress and veil are black?" She asked.

"It suits you much better than white," he reassured.

"But what if she doesn't like the new haircut?" Lena summoned a mirror and checked her hair once more.

"Lena, i barely cut an inch, just like you asked. Calm down," Louie waved his hand and the mirror disappeared.

"What if she looks nothing like herself at all after this haircut? What if its terrible and it makes me no longer love her?" She asked in earnest.

"That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard," Louie shook his head.

"Yeah, you're right about that," she scratched the back of her neck.

"You two love each other so it's gonna be fine. Just relax," Louie look a deep breath in and out and Lena copied his motion, which was very effective in calming her nerves.

"I'm just worried she'll show up and take her back, you know?" Lena rubbed her arms.

"Trust me. We won't let that happen," Louie put his hand on her shoulder. Lena looked at it, then back to him. It wasn't normal for him to touch others. He let go.

"Sorry, I-i uh..." he tried to bury himself in his hood, but Lena stopped him.

"No, it's okay. I appreciated it Llewel- Louie," Lena smiled crookedly. He tried to hide a smile of his own.

"Thanks Boss,"

A knock at the door snapped them out of the moment.

"Lena?" Violet popped her head in.

"Yeah?" She stood up.

"We're ready."

.o0o.

The wedding ceremony itself was short but nothing short of beautiful. Lena was first to come down the aisle, and she had to hold back laughter as she saw her younger sister at the head of the aisle with eyes full of tears and about to cry, but she quickly understood what she was feeling when she saw Eva.

Even with a black veil covering Lena's face and a white one covering Eva she could tell she looked nothing short of radiant. Even her now shortened hair seemed to be radiating with beauty. It made Lena tear up a bit too.

Eva first removed Lena's veil, then Lena to Eva's and for awhile they stared into each others eyes while Webby was talking about something they probably should've been paying attention to. Then Louie whistled and Cerberus came scampering down the isle with the pillow with the rings on it (a collective 'awwww' flowing through the crowd as he came down). Lena put on Eva's ring and Eva put on Lena's. Webby said a few more words before Webby said the magical words.

"Now, by the power invested in me by me, I now declare you wives. You may now kiss the bride," Webby stepped back as Lena took Eva and dipped her. The crowd cheered as the couple stood back up again.

"We’re married! We’re actually married now. I get to call you my wife forever!" Eva beamed.

"Lucky me," Lena kissed her again and the crowd of gods clapped again. After that, Lena and Eva grabbed hands and ran down the hall together.

"Wait Lena, the dinning hall is the other way," Eva noticed her wife was pulling her another direction.

"Who says we can't have a little privacy after just being married, hm?" Lena smirked.

"Oh you are naughty!" Eva laughed.

"Do you want to?" Lena asked.

"Whatever you say, my lovely wife," Eva grinned.

"Whatever you say, my queen."

They're babey

Death seemed to ebb and flow with Lena's finger tips as she made her way out of her gothic carriage and into the garden of Mariella, the goddess of the harvest. Plants rotted and turned yellow as they brushed her blue gown, but she paid that no attention. Instead, she kept her head straight until she reached the temple and knocked on the door. A very huffy Mariella answered.

"You're rather early," she scowled.

"And a good day to you. You know what i need, may as well get on it," Lena crossed her arms. Mariella sighed to herself.

"Alright, I'll get it. Stand over there though," she gestured to a marble slab on the ground and started to walk away before adding,

"And try not to kill anything," she eyed her before walking away. Lena rolled her eyes, feeling her crown burn hotter with her annoyance.

Lena waited in the mostly empty garden, leaning against the table when she heard nearby footsteps. Assuming it was Mariella, she straightened herself out and called to her, but instead of the average height and rounded goddess of the agriculture and nature, it appeared to be a much shorter version of her, but with very noticeable differences, besides the obvious height differences.

This Mariella liked to keep her thick green and blue hair in a bun that went just above her shoulders, with a halo of yellow flowers framing her head, making her appear as a cherub, as well as symbolizing high status. She wore a dress as yellow as sunshine that went off to one shoulder with a flower to make it meet her shoulder. She wore many leather belts on her chest and matching leather bracelets on her arms that seemed to be there for the pure sake of it.

She was absolutely exquisite.

"You're looking for my mother?" Her voice was sweet like honey. Lena felt blood rush to her cheeks, a feeling she was most unfamiliar with.

"I-i didn't know Mariella had a daughter," Lena cleared her throat in an attempt to rid herself of the feeling. The woman laughed.

"Yeah, she likes to keep me a secret," she rubbed her arms. Lena stood silence for awhile when Mariella's daughter decided to get a good look at her.

"What are you doing here in the sacred garden of Mariella?" She asked, "no offense.... but you look kinda out of your element."

"Business," Lena's fingers twitched nervously.

"Buisness. Coool," she nodded along.

"It's... for my dog, mostly," Lena didn't know why she added it. The woman gasped.

"You have a dog?! Where?!" She looked around excitedly and Lena stifled a chuckle.

"He's guarding home," she stated.

"Aww, what a good boy," Mariella's daughter smiled.

"Right... if you dont mind me asking, what's your name?" Lena knew it was a dangerous thing to ask, since asking for endearing people's names meant she would get attached and want to see them again, but she did it anyway.

"Eva, goddess of... well i don't know what quite yet, but I'm sure something similar to my mom's craft and stuff. Nature, ya know?" She chuckled a bit nervously to herself. It was clear she wasn't used to meeting strangers.

"Lena," was all she replied. They stood in a bit of silence longer.

"So... what sort of craft can you do? What are you the goddess of?" She asked.

"Oh, me? Well... I'm the goddess of the u-"

"Got the cornucopia for you Miss. Time for you to go. You're sucking the life from my trees already," Mariella interrupted with her impeccable timing.

"Right... yes..." Lena eyed her daughter before taking the cornucopia.

"Yes, time for you to go," she nodded at Lena before going over to her daughter to scold her.

"Eva, what did i tell you about interacting with strange gods?" She grabbed her daughters arm.

"Don't?" Eva joked, which made Lena snort, which was another thing Lena wasn't used to. She covered her mouth. She cleared her throat once more.

"Your daughter Eva was of no annoyance to me," Lena tried to defend but it was clear Mariella was having none of it.

"Of course you would say that. All you see are dead people. Now get out of here before you suck the life out of the whole orchard. And next time, send your little errand boy Dewey. He's much more efficient," she took her daughter's arm and they went inside the temple.

"Right, just let the god of mischief steal the one thing you promise to get Cerberus and Llewellyn a year. I'm sure he won't screw that up," she rolled her eyes, muttering to herself, but she was alone so there was little point to doing it. However as Lena tried to walk aback to her carriage, the memory of Eva's smile and the way she walked and her yellow dress came to her mind and Lena felt herself get hot in the face once again. She turned back to face the temple and saw the goddess was in the temple with her mother, but when Mariella turned her back Eva waved to Lena. Lena waved back.

That wasn't like her.

Quickly, Lena made her way back to her carriage and Llewellyn looked at her.

"Is that a smile?" He asked as he opened the door for her.

"Say that again and I will slap you so hard your head will fall off your neck," Lena warned as she stepped in.

"Just asking," he rolled his eyes as he floated to the coach seat and cracked his whip, signaling the skeleton horses to gallop. As they picked up their pace Llewellyn snapped his fingers and a crack appeared in the ground and they rode their way back to the underworld. Lena paid no attention to what was going on on the outside however. Her mind kept fixating on Eva, no matter how hard she tried not to. She knew it was bad to learn her name, but here she was.

"We're were," Llewellyn opened the door for her. Lena ignored him and stepped out, trying to figure out what to do about her situation.

"What? No repayment?" He crossed his ghoulish grey arms.

"What? No souls? Get back to work," Lena snapped.

"What, like you like the paperwork," he snarked.

"Llewellyn, you are the god of death. Get out there and kill people already," she rubbed her forehead.

"It's Louie," he glared at her before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke. Lena rolled her eyes and went into her castle and sat down in her throne before Cerberus came and rested his heads in her lap as she stroked them absent mindedly.

That goddess.

That darn goddess.

It was like she was struck with the sharpest and most powerful love arrow ever produced by the goddess of love herself. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't get her out if her head.

The way she walked, talked, laughed, the way the sunlight bounced off her hair and flowers, the way her flowers shimmered, the way her eyes sparkled as she spoke to her.

Lena knew she had to see her again.

Sure, it was against the rules....

But she knew she had to see her again.

.o0o.

"...and that's why you don't talk to strangers, you hear me young lady?" Eva was only half listening to her mother ramble on and on about the dangers of strangers. The memory of the goddess she had met earlier refused to leave her mind, not that she minded though. She was so tall and strong and... different than what she was used to.

"Eva? Are you even listening to me?" Her mother asked and Eva was tugged back into reality.

"Yes, yes, don't talk to people, yadda yadda. Mom, tell me... who was that goddess that was here earlier?" She asked, looking out the window where she saw the path that the goddess had clearly taken because most of the plants were dead and nymphs were working hard to fix.

"Nobody of importance, I'll tell you that," Mariella grimaced.

"But she wore a crown like me and a necklace like you," Eva pointed out, "Only the major ones like you get the necklace and only royalty get crowns. Don't lie to me, I'm not dumb."

"Well look who's been studying her etiquette..." Mariella tried to leave it there but Eva gave her a long look. She sighed.

"Fine. She's the goddess of death and the underworld. She kills nearly everything she touches so that's why it's best to not let her anywhere near you when she comes by or goodness knows what could happen," she shuddered dramatically.

"Goddess of death..." Eva pondered why it should be scary or frightening, but it really just seemed cool. Exotic even.

"I'm telling you Eva, she's bad news," Mariella warned.

"Then how come you gave her a cornucopia?" Eva smirked.

"I have my reasons... as your mother i think you ought to know and respect that," Eva noticed a shift in her mother's confidence.

"Yes mother," Eva rolled her eyes at the poor excuse. Mariella nodded before excusing herself to attend to other duties, leaving Eva by herself to ponder the goddess of death.

She was so tall and broody, her hair was dyed like blue flames taking over a white field of wheat, her crown like dark blue flames (which it likely was), her eyes like sharp and mysterious stones that looked into her soul but in a... nice way. It was hard to describe.

And tall.

Boy was she tall.

But she kinda liked that.

She kinda liked her.

Okay, kinda was an understatement.

Eva thought the ruler of the underworld was hot.

Now to find a way to see her again...