Thread: Tranquility Lane {Mercury & Yen}

Amelia did not consider her husband's missing finger a deformity or unattractive. In truth she thought that nine was the sexiest number of fingers a man could have. Not because she had some sort of bizarre fetish, but because of how he'd lost the finger and what it said about him as a person. Any time the subject came up in company she would cut him off and proudly tell the story of how he'd lost it saving a man's life, all while fawning and doting over him like a schoolgirl with a crush. She'd never seemed to fully get over that early stage of being smitten with Alex. Of course it is! Look how PERFECT it is, sweetheart! She could already feel it, boiling just beneath the calm surface. The secrets, the lies, the pain, and the loneliness that was in this little town. It looked perfect, it's people acted perfect, and it's lawns were groomed perfectly. But there was a huge web of complications tying it's various denizens down. As a goddess of marriage and child birth, sex was naturally something she was very tuned into. After all, sex consummated marriage and resulted in children. It would be foolish to think she wouldn't be all about sex, and yet so many humans couldn't imagine a divine mother and wife being frisky. Look, Alex. I need a hobby. Tupperware clubs don't cut it for me, and I've been around for thousands of years. I've read all the great books so many times. I'm not like other girls. I love to clean for you but frankly, I can just snap my fingers and do all the housework in an instant if I want to. Home making is something I just do for fun. Even when I clean by hand it only lasts so long, and then I get bored sitting at home all day. I used to help people, to listen to their problems and give them answers. I miss that. I know starting a religion seems weird... but I AM still a goddess, even if I'm mortal now. Please let me have this. She was very happy that her wedding night plea had gotten through to her understanding and compassionate new husband. He listened to her in a way that gave her better understanding of why mortals would pray to her. She'd left the pantheon a long time ago. Jupiter was no longer the one she paid allegiance to, the one the goddess herself prayed to. That would always be Alex. He was her personal religion, her savior and her lord. She would never worship another. Ohh, look out baby. Here come the neighbors. Don't worry, I'll keep my clothes on. She gave a cute little giggle, standing on her toes to lean up and kiss his cheek before going to intercept the neighbors. She was a natural. Charming, polite, and instantly likable. She had the looks, of course, a thin feminine frame with a fairly large bust and the sort of hips that seemed equally designed for pleasing a husband and bearing his children. And her girl-next-door face was a battlefield for the terms of 'cute' and 'beautiful' to vie for, framed by flowing golden hair that was her pride and joy. Add to that her classic pastel pink sundress and expertly applied make-up and she fit right in with the strange right-from-the-boob-tube vibe the neighborhood had. Within minutes she had both neighbors smiling and happy that the new additions to the neighborhood seemed to be lovely people. Of course she spent much of the short introduction bragging about Alex and how wonderful he was, gushing over their recent wedding and how wonderful the honeymoon had been. Unlike what Alex would probably expect by now she did not make nay sexual innuendos or comments when the honeymoon came up, instead treating it with the polite delicacy that characterized civilized conversation in those days, dancing around the subject of sex with careful maneuvering of her words and vague descriptions of the entire event being 'wonderful' without making specific reference to what was so great. The house itself was quite beautiful. It had two stories and was painted white. The architecture was modern and tasteful, indeed with a large number of big windows. The front had a well-groomed lawn, and it even had a drive-way and covered garage. In the back yard there was a large pool surrounded by a privacy fence, the mention of which had given Amelia a mischievous grin that probably meant it wouldn't stay up after they moved in. Of course the inside was completely barren, and they had no moving truck with them. The neighbors might expect it to come later, but Alex would know that their things would arrive as soon as Amelia willed it. Hopefully after they drew some curtains, otherwise this would quickly stop being an amusing if slightly creepy parallel of television and she'd turn his life into Bewitched.