The city around Artemis tower hummed its age-old usual urban night ambiance.
Inside the building, however, changes were set in motion since a few days ago.
Changes --no. These are awakenings.
Awakenings instituted when Galathea Brooks remembered her name --the Art Seer.
The name that carved a path, a pattern, a fate --PENDING DECOMMISSION --something that the Art Seer was destined to fulfill... as she should --as written.
But --no.
'This is mine,' her declaration that started their night held strong in her chest as she savored every moment that Cael Alexander, this era's Guardian for Artemis and her boss, spent devouring her lips, thrusting deep inside her.
A few seconds ago in the penthouse bedroom, Cael playfully reminded her that they weren't done for the night, no. Not yet.
And her answer?
'That is what I want,' a statement that claimed her standing.
She will only do what she wants.
She will not bend to any destiny tied on her feet.
