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The smile that stretched across her lips was a glorious one and it actually made the young wordsmith smile appreciatively. She apparently was very happy with his answer. He had to admit that it was a quite a feat to undertake, especially since he knew so few people in his own social circles that actually knew anything about Hindu mythology. Really, what was the point if no one knew what you were talking about?

>> "The Ramayana…A worthy story of being told again by artists. It has everything a tale needs to be heard. It has truth."

He beamed. That was why. It was because he felt it was a story that needed to be told and offered up for the masses to have a chance to enjoy it as well. Akshay loved all stories from all over the world but not every one of them gets their chance in the sunlight. The current trend of mythology tended to circle around more European stories such as Greek or Roman, while others tended to fall to the wayside. That was why Akshay wanted to take a chance at offering up a story that had never been told before.

Now that he was thinking about it, he really felt like he should pick up his inking pens again the second he got home. He probably could get a few pages of it done tonight since he knew exactly where they were in his house…

>> "And you have never worshipped a goddess before? I was told there are no deities in this part of the world. That is one of the reasons I was sent here. People would want to see me."

He shook his head “no” to that first question. To be honest, his adopted parents were not really all that religious so he had little experience with worship. And he definitely had no idea about worshipping a goddess that would actually talk back to you. But…did this woman actually think she was a goddess? Really and truly, or was she just playing her character to the T?

“Well, I know of only one deity really, and it he ‘lives’ in the churches around the country,” he said with a small shrug. “but you are right I don’t think most people have met an actual goddess.” he smiled innocently at he tilted his head to look at her closely. He could definitely see how people in her country would consider her a living goddess but was it all just an act? “W-When did you, you know, find out you were a goddess? If you don’t mind me asking…”

You be careful, Emerald! We shall all pray that things will be okay for you.

Her hand slipped into his and Akshay felt himself being pulled away from the cool, white interior of the bathroom towards the bedroom. He did not fight Emerald but instead let her lead the way. Akshay would have been perfectly happy just sleeping on the couch but if she needed him to lie next to her, then he would. It was understandable, as well, considering absolutely everything that she had gone through, not only this night but before as well.

His bedroom was probably just as geeked out as the rest of his apartment. This room had a large, queen-sized bed with more book shelves, filled with a combination of books, graphic novels, and photographs while on the floor near his dresser were several comic book storage boxes that have “Do Not Touch!” scrawled all over them.

Once in his room, Akshay closed the curtains and waited for Emerald climb in underneath the covers first. It was only when she was settled in that he slipped in next to her. Immediately she snuggled up close and Akshay sighed a little contentedly as he reached around and gently began to stroke her hair in order to help her sleep. She had been through a lot today and he knew that she definitely needed her rest.

As she held him close, she whispered to him…

>> “Akshay…you don’t mind me talking to you do you? I just, really can’t show this side of myself to anyone else and I just feel really comfortable around you.”[/color]

Her eyes drifting closed, and Akshay himself extremely comfortable, shook his head as he continued to run his fingers through her hair. As he did so, he thought about everything she had gone through, all the blood that she had seen, and he began to see why she did not talk to just anyone. How could see? Seeing that much violence, having that wild of a life, it makes sense that she would reserve herself only for those people that she was most closest to.

In that moment, he felt truly honored.

“No, I’m…I’m actually glad that you want to reveal so much to me,” he said as he leaned down and softly kissed the top of her head. “I’m honored that you trust me so much,” said as he kept stroking her hair. “And I’m sorry, that you had to go through so much.” The whisper fell from his lips as he realized how heavy his eyes were. Slowly he continue to pet run his fingers along her scalp and started to drift.

>> "Yeah…She's my sister."

Akshay tilted his head. Sister? Emerald had told him that she had sisters but he had seen pictures of them, none of them looked at all like this woman here. Was she lying to him? It was quite possible. But as he followed after the badass woman with the bow and arrows, a memory of a conversation began to poke at the back of his mine. She said something…about a girl…named Maya…

Maya was her close friend! She just hadn’t seen her in forever! A spark of happiness, awe, and joy flashed across his face. He had yet to met anyone truly close to Emerald since everyone was either an enemy or were far away from her. Maybe she was embarrassed about him? He would have to tease her about that later.

But, returning to the moment, he grinned as he jogged after Maya and chuckled as he swiftly too her hand (whether she offered or not) and shook it enthusiastically.

ShakeShakeShake!

“Now I remember!!! Emerald did mention you!” he beamed as he shook her hand nearly off. “It is SO nice to meet you! I’ve always wanted to meet one of Emerald’s friends! So glad we got to finally meet!”

*would not dream of angry so illustrious of a Calleycat* Sorry Ms. Calley. I couldn't resist.

As for the Alternate Timelines, personally, I prefer the dream sequence. It fits much easier and many of the people were not here for the first future plot so this will be a new experience (as it will be for me). Suddenly waking up from a dream just feels much easier than working with alternate times. When they wake up from the dream, then they will know the warnings anyway. In my opinion it just seems easier this way. Good suggestion though Emerald.

>> "You know what that son of a b*tch, said to me, well one of the many thing at least? That I wouldn't find anyone who would want feral minded, damaged beast like me besides him…Found out, not feral minded and it looks like I somehow fond someone who finally likes me for who I am, werewolf or otherwise."[/color]

"I do, Emerald," he replied. "I like absolutely everything about you. He...didn't know what he was talking about."

Akshay tightened his hug on Emerald, in a way that promised that he would never let her go again. Just hearing what had happened, what she told him, made his blood boil. Whatever this person was, he wasn’t a person. Nothing even resembling it. Whoever did this was a monster that deserved nothing more than a silver bullet between the eyes.

But Akshay did not get so mad that his anger boiled over onto Emerald. Instead he kept his cool as he hugged her tight. She definitely did have someone who cared about her; deeply, and who appreciated every part of her, even the werewolfy parts. Akshay had decided that he did care about this woman and he wanted to do whatever he could to prove that. With a lifetime thus far of failing at romantic outings, he finally found a woman who liked him, for him, and to whom he could reciprocate. He was not going to let that go easily.

Emerald leaned in and nuzzled against his cheek. He smiled a little. He did watch at least one of those wolf documentaries that she pointed out to him and he knew that that was a caring gesture. Awkwardly, Akshay did his best to copy it for her, and nuzzled her cheek back, but it came off kind of silly (in his eyes anyways) since he was not a wolf all his life. But he sighed as he loosened his grip once she finally decided to stand.

Akshay stood as she rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash before she finally turned back to face him, looking just a little more put together after her mini breakdown.

>> "Wanna go to bed in your bed? It might be a little more comfortable than sleeping on the floor."[/color]

He smirked in a understanding manner.

“I was going to bunk on the sofa. But…so long as you don’t mind,” he said with a nod. “I don’t take up much space. You probably won’t even know that I am there,” he smiled. But he nodded. He doubted that she really wanted to sleep by herself tonight, which was why he agreed. Slowly he opened the door to the bathroom and waited for her to exit first.

((In response to Farfalla Vendetta ))

To most people, this would have been a travesty. Returning to work from lunch break and finding that your store had been attacked by some paint monster with a bad head cold (at least that is what it looked like), would have immediately sent some people into a complete, downward spiral. Weaker comic store owners would have freaked out, would have called the cops, or maybe even forced them to close shop while they cleaned up. Even Akshay had to admit that he was completely caught off guard by the paint attack that had occurred to his store.

But…Akshay was not like most people. While yes, he did file a police report, Akshay did not fall to pieces and did not panic into some dark, dank hole from which he could never recover. Akshay was beyond such things. The thing was that he had no idea who would do this.

He eyed the crown, he looked at the name “Celeste” elegantly written underneath it, but absolutely none if rang a bell. Obviously whoever this person was, was of no importance to him otherwise he would remember, right? They probably were not important to anyone and that was why Akshay began to feel so bad for whoever did this. Did they really haven to go to such lengths to make themselves known to the world? Were they really so pathetic to the point that they would have to explode into a cacophony of loud colors in order to feel adequate enough to justify their place in the universe?

If so…then Akshay’s heart wanted to embrace them. Maybe, one day, whoever this unknown person was, would eventually learn to love themselves without shouting for attention. Maybe…there was hope for them.

That was why Akshay decided to honor whoever this person was. He would use this tremendous work of art in his favor. Taking only a couple week or so, Akshay took the time to produce a quick, one sheet comic. A teaser to unveil a new character that would join his favorite creation Slaggathor in the fight against evil!

The day came and Akshay had sent word out amongst all his fans and their fan circles about the unveiling. Before he knew it, droves of people showed up. There was a line outside of the door to his shop, everyone admiring the art work on the windows and congratulated Akshay on a brilliant marketing tactic. But, of course, everyone wanted to see the character! Who was going to help Slaggathor?

That was easy. While everyone was lined up outside, talking excitedly and eager, Akshay stepped out of his comic store carrying a rather large cardboard cutout of a figure. Setting it down just outside his door he beamed and…pulled the sheet off.

There, standing before everyone was a green, female ogre wearing a crown, just like the crown that had been put on his window. Everyone…was stunned and applauded the magnificent looking art piece that stood before them. To them, it was brilliant, it was magical, and it was just the foil that Slaggathor needed.

Akshay grinned wide and proud.

“Everyone! Meet…Princess Celeste! Royal Highness of the Underdwellers!” he chuckled as people applauded in awe. “Come on in to get your free, one sheet issue. And then keep an eye out for the next issue of Slaggathor for Princess Celeste’s debut!!”

With a wave, Akshay invited people to step into his store. It would turn out to be the best sales day he had ever had yet…