----Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evo, I only own Damia AKA Venus. Notes:
^^Thoughts^^, Telepathic Thinking, (Translations)-----
What's Yours Is Mine
Chapter One: No Grits In Greece
The wind kissed her face as she stood on the white sand of the island she called home. An ivory hand brushed a lock of dark green hair out of her eyes as she peered out over the crystal blue waters. A feeling of tranquility passed over her as she caught a whiff of the salty sea on this beautiful summer day. But the moment of tranquility was broken as she heard her name being called from the mansion behind her.
"Damia!" The voice called from the huge Eneas estate.
Damia followed the sound of the voice and walked the path toward the house with its Grecian pillars, and statuses of the gods and goddesses surrounding it. She opened the back door and entered her home, and smiled to her house keeper Helen. The woman was in her forties, with dark hair and eyes, which were always filled with kindness. She wasted no time in informing her mistress of the visitor.
"O kirios Celeus Ares edo gia na sas dei. (A Mister Celeus Ares here to see you.)" Helen told the young woman.
Damia gave another smile "Eucharisteo dei Helen. (Thank you Helen.)" And with that the woman left her. Damia walked toward the foyer, where a man around her age or slightly older stood. He had curly brown hair and hazel eyes. His skin had a light tan to it and it seemed to shimmer when the light toughed it. He noticed her approaching and smiled a dazzling smile. Damia knew him well, his father worked under her father. They had known each other since childhood. She knew why he had come to see her, it was obvious. He wanted to court her, as was accustomed when one reached her age. But Damia had no intention of getting to know Mr. Ares that way, she had someone in her life and was quite happy with him.
He gave a slight bow "Einai mia kataplixi gia na sas dhei Damia. (It is wonderful to see you Damia.)" He caught her hand and gave it a kiss.
"Kai eseis Celeus. (And you Celeus.)" Damia replied.
There was silence between the two for a moment, then broken by Celeus. "Ipotheto oti prepei na ezigiso to logo stin episkepsi mon. (I suppose I should explain the reason as to my visiting.)" Damia only nodded in reply. "Eimai vevaios oti lavate mia prosklisi ston eortasmo genethlion toy patera mon. (I am sure you received an invitation to my father's birthday celebration.)"
"Nai. (Yes, I have.)" Damia responded, praying idly to the gods that he wouldn't ask what he was about to.
"Ilpiza oti tha moy epitrepate tin timn tis yparsis i imerominia sas. (I was hoping that you would allow me the honor of being your date.)" Celeus asked.
Damia sighed "Echo enan filoxenoimeno poy proerchetai apo tin ameriki kai- ." (I have a guest coming over from America and-.)
Celeus silenced her, "Einai eiprosdekti na erthei." (She is welcome to come.) He told her.
She had been defeated; she was unable to come up with a worthy excuse at the moment so she just smiled "Vevaios." (Sure.) She replied.
A huge smile crossed the young man's face. "Megalos, kala prepei tora. Prepei piso sti voitheia ton pstera mon mou me kamoia eryasia. Sas deite ekei." (Great, well I must be leaving now. I have to be getting back to help my father with some work. See you there.)
She nodded as she opened the door for him to exit out of. He waved good-bye and Damia closed the door behind her, leaned her back against it and let out a large sigh. Helen entered the room to see her young mistress looking rather distressed.
"Ti kanei lathos?" (What is wrong?) Helen asked.
"Celeus rotimenos me gia na einai i imeromnia toi sto simballomeno meros toy patera toi." (Celeus asked me to be his date for his father's party.) Damia told her.
A cheerful smile crossed the elder woman's face. "Va eiste eytiches paidi," (Be happy child,) she hugged Damia tightly, "Va eiste eytiches paidi. Einai omorfos kai eivai apo mia kali oikoleneia." (He is very handsome and is from a good family.)
"Nai, alla eho idi kapoio." (Yes, but I already have someone.) Damia explained.
Helen put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. "Poioi? Den me eipate." (Who? You didn't tell me.) She replied a tiny bit upset that Damia hadn't told her.
"Erchetai kato apo tin epomeni evdomada." (He is coming down next week.) Damia told Helen, a small smile crossed the young woman's face at the thought of her boyfriend.
"Eivai kalytera apo Celeus?" (Is he better that Celeus?) Helen questioned.
Damia knew what that question meant. The real question was 'Does he have money, and is he Greek?'. Damia smiled. "To onoma toy John Allerdyce, kai einai apo tin Aistralia." (His name is John Allerdyce, and he is from Australia.)
Helen frowned "Den einai kalos." (He is not good.)
Damia gave a sly grin "Epeidi den einai ellimika?" (Because he isn't Greek?)
The reply caused Helen to smile. Ever since she had known Damia the girl had always done things her own way. She was a kind and sweet girl, and smart at that. Helen loved Damia like her own daughter and knew if Damia thought that the person was worthy of mention then they were. So Helen dropped the subject with a motherly reply. "Ean ton agapate epeita einai megalos." (If you love him then he is great.)
A huge smile crossed Damia's face at her maid's reply. She hugged the older woman "Eucharisteo Helen. (Thank you Helen.)"
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Rogue had finished packing her large suitcase, and walked down the large stairway of her Mississippi home. She smiled as she saw Irene, her foster mother, walk in from the living room. The woman had short brown hair, and wore sunglasses covering her motionless blind eyes.
The woman smiled up toward where she heard the footsteps. "Finish packing already?"
Rogue nodded, even though she knew the woman wouldn't see the gesture. "Yeah, Ah guess absorbin Quicksilver has its good points."
Irene gave a small chuckle; it was good to see Rogue joke around. The girl was not as tense about herself as she used to be and Irene was glad for it. "Well, you do not leave for another hour." Irene pointed out. '
"Oh," Rogue thought for a minute then said. "Ah guess Ah'll have somethin ta eat 'cause that plane food is horrible."
Irene nodded and walked with Rogue to the kitchen. "What will it be?"
"Grits." Rogue told her.
Irene smiled; it was Rogue's favorite dish. The girl could eat them morning, day, or night. "Good choice, I doubt you will be eating grits in Greece." Irene stated.
"Hopefully they'll have something editable." Rogue joked. The two women laughed, and Irene cooked the food, as she talked with her daughter. She would miss her while she was away that was certain.
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Rogue sat in her seat in the first class section of the airplane taking her to Greece. Irene had bought first class tickets because they weren't as crowded as the normal seats, relieving Rogue of some of her anxiety of skin to skin contact with another person. She had been seat for the past six hours, in which she had finished reading 'The Feast Of All Saints' by Anne Rice, slept, watched the movie 'City Of Angels' starring Meg Ryan and Nicolas Cage, and listened to her Metallica c.d. Only now did Rogue see land through her window. The blue hue of the water and the white sandy beach was able to be seen from the window. She guessed that meant they must be landing soon. Sure enough she heard the flight attendant first in Greek, and then in English about the landing procedures. Rogue did as she was told, and continued to gaze out the window as the plane landed.
Quickly Rogue exited the plane and entered the arrival gate of the airport. Immediately her eyes found her friend. She wasn't too hard to spot with her long curly green hair, ivory skin, and golden eyes that shined like the sun.
Rogue walked hurriedly toward her friend, and when Damia finally spotted Rogue the two young women ran to the other and embraced.
"Hey sugar." Rogue smiled happy to see her friend.
Damia gave a similar smile and greeted her friend. "Aspasmos. (Greetings.)"
Helen and an older man around his sixties came over to the two girls. Rogue smiled to them. "Hi." She greeted.
"Hello." The woman replied with a thick accent.
"Rogue this is Helen," Damia gestured to the older woman "and Priam." The two gave Rogue a smile. "And this," Damia began happily "is my friend Rogue." She told them. Damia returned her attention back to her best friend. "Come, we should hurry and get your bags."
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When they arrived at the Eneas estate, Rogue stopped in her tracks. "Wow." Rogue said in awe, at the mansion before her. "It's beautiful."
Damia smiled. "It is." And she led her friend inside and to her bedchambers.
For the second time in that day Rogue was in awe. The bedroom was humongous; the room held a large canopy bed with green bedding, a huge walk in closet, a bureau, and other elaborate furniture.
"Would you like some help unpacking?" Damia asked her friend.
Rogue smiled. "Sure."
As they unpacked Rogue's belongings, Damia told Rogue of her earlier encounter with Celeus and how she was to be his date for his father's party.
"Ah'm sure it'll be fine." Rogue told her.
"But it feels wrong, like I am betraying John." Damia sighed.
"Yer not, yer just goin ta a party with another guy as friends." Rogue stated, but that didn't make Damia feel any better. "Besides," Rogue continued. "Ah'll make sure ya'll don't get ta frisky." Rogue joked playfully and gave Damia a wink.
Damia rolled her eyes playfully, feeling a little better. The girls continued to talk rapidly until they had finished unpacking.
----Please review. Thanks! ~Alana-----
What's Yours Is Mine
Chapter One: No Grits In Greece
The wind kissed her face as she stood on the white sand of the island she called home. An ivory hand brushed a lock of dark green hair out of her eyes as she peered out over the crystal blue waters. A feeling of tranquility passed over her as she caught a whiff of the salty sea on this beautiful summer day. But the moment of tranquility was broken as she heard her name being called from the mansion behind her.
"Damia!" The voice called from the huge Eneas estate.
Damia followed the sound of the voice and walked the path toward the house with its Grecian pillars, and statuses of the gods and goddesses surrounding it. She opened the back door and entered her home, and smiled to her house keeper Helen. The woman was in her forties, with dark hair and eyes, which were always filled with kindness. She wasted no time in informing her mistress of the visitor.
"O kirios Celeus Ares edo gia na sas dei. (A Mister Celeus Ares here to see you.)" Helen told the young woman.
Damia gave another smile "Eucharisteo dei Helen. (Thank you Helen.)" And with that the woman left her. Damia walked toward the foyer, where a man around her age or slightly older stood. He had curly brown hair and hazel eyes. His skin had a light tan to it and it seemed to shimmer when the light toughed it. He noticed her approaching and smiled a dazzling smile. Damia knew him well, his father worked under her father. They had known each other since childhood. She knew why he had come to see her, it was obvious. He wanted to court her, as was accustomed when one reached her age. But Damia had no intention of getting to know Mr. Ares that way, she had someone in her life and was quite happy with him.
He gave a slight bow "Einai mia kataplixi gia na sas dhei Damia. (It is wonderful to see you Damia.)" He caught her hand and gave it a kiss.
"Kai eseis Celeus. (And you Celeus.)" Damia replied.
There was silence between the two for a moment, then broken by Celeus. "Ipotheto oti prepei na ezigiso to logo stin episkepsi mon. (I suppose I should explain the reason as to my visiting.)" Damia only nodded in reply. "Eimai vevaios oti lavate mia prosklisi ston eortasmo genethlion toy patera mon. (I am sure you received an invitation to my father's birthday celebration.)"
"Nai. (Yes, I have.)" Damia responded, praying idly to the gods that he wouldn't ask what he was about to.
"Ilpiza oti tha moy epitrepate tin timn tis yparsis i imerominia sas. (I was hoping that you would allow me the honor of being your date.)" Celeus asked.
Damia sighed "Echo enan filoxenoimeno poy proerchetai apo tin ameriki kai- ." (I have a guest coming over from America and-.)
Celeus silenced her, "Einai eiprosdekti na erthei." (She is welcome to come.) He told her.
She had been defeated; she was unable to come up with a worthy excuse at the moment so she just smiled "Vevaios." (Sure.) She replied.
A huge smile crossed the young man's face. "Megalos, kala prepei tora. Prepei piso sti voitheia ton pstera mon mou me kamoia eryasia. Sas deite ekei." (Great, well I must be leaving now. I have to be getting back to help my father with some work. See you there.)
She nodded as she opened the door for him to exit out of. He waved good-bye and Damia closed the door behind her, leaned her back against it and let out a large sigh. Helen entered the room to see her young mistress looking rather distressed.
"Ti kanei lathos?" (What is wrong?) Helen asked.
"Celeus rotimenos me gia na einai i imeromnia toi sto simballomeno meros toy patera toi." (Celeus asked me to be his date for his father's party.) Damia told her.
A cheerful smile crossed the elder woman's face. "Va eiste eytiches paidi," (Be happy child,) she hugged Damia tightly, "Va eiste eytiches paidi. Einai omorfos kai eivai apo mia kali oikoleneia." (He is very handsome and is from a good family.)
"Nai, alla eho idi kapoio." (Yes, but I already have someone.) Damia explained.
Helen put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. "Poioi? Den me eipate." (Who? You didn't tell me.) She replied a tiny bit upset that Damia hadn't told her.
"Erchetai kato apo tin epomeni evdomada." (He is coming down next week.) Damia told Helen, a small smile crossed the young woman's face at the thought of her boyfriend.
"Eivai kalytera apo Celeus?" (Is he better that Celeus?) Helen questioned.
Damia knew what that question meant. The real question was 'Does he have money, and is he Greek?'. Damia smiled. "To onoma toy John Allerdyce, kai einai apo tin Aistralia." (His name is John Allerdyce, and he is from Australia.)
Helen frowned "Den einai kalos." (He is not good.)
Damia gave a sly grin "Epeidi den einai ellimika?" (Because he isn't Greek?)
The reply caused Helen to smile. Ever since she had known Damia the girl had always done things her own way. She was a kind and sweet girl, and smart at that. Helen loved Damia like her own daughter and knew if Damia thought that the person was worthy of mention then they were. So Helen dropped the subject with a motherly reply. "Ean ton agapate epeita einai megalos." (If you love him then he is great.)
A huge smile crossed Damia's face at her maid's reply. She hugged the older woman "Eucharisteo Helen. (Thank you Helen.)"
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Rogue had finished packing her large suitcase, and walked down the large stairway of her Mississippi home. She smiled as she saw Irene, her foster mother, walk in from the living room. The woman had short brown hair, and wore sunglasses covering her motionless blind eyes.
The woman smiled up toward where she heard the footsteps. "Finish packing already?"
Rogue nodded, even though she knew the woman wouldn't see the gesture. "Yeah, Ah guess absorbin Quicksilver has its good points."
Irene gave a small chuckle; it was good to see Rogue joke around. The girl was not as tense about herself as she used to be and Irene was glad for it. "Well, you do not leave for another hour." Irene pointed out. '
"Oh," Rogue thought for a minute then said. "Ah guess Ah'll have somethin ta eat 'cause that plane food is horrible."
Irene nodded and walked with Rogue to the kitchen. "What will it be?"
"Grits." Rogue told her.
Irene smiled; it was Rogue's favorite dish. The girl could eat them morning, day, or night. "Good choice, I doubt you will be eating grits in Greece." Irene stated.
"Hopefully they'll have something editable." Rogue joked. The two women laughed, and Irene cooked the food, as she talked with her daughter. She would miss her while she was away that was certain.
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Rogue sat in her seat in the first class section of the airplane taking her to Greece. Irene had bought first class tickets because they weren't as crowded as the normal seats, relieving Rogue of some of her anxiety of skin to skin contact with another person. She had been seat for the past six hours, in which she had finished reading 'The Feast Of All Saints' by Anne Rice, slept, watched the movie 'City Of Angels' starring Meg Ryan and Nicolas Cage, and listened to her Metallica c.d. Only now did Rogue see land through her window. The blue hue of the water and the white sandy beach was able to be seen from the window. She guessed that meant they must be landing soon. Sure enough she heard the flight attendant first in Greek, and then in English about the landing procedures. Rogue did as she was told, and continued to gaze out the window as the plane landed.
Quickly Rogue exited the plane and entered the arrival gate of the airport. Immediately her eyes found her friend. She wasn't too hard to spot with her long curly green hair, ivory skin, and golden eyes that shined like the sun.
Rogue walked hurriedly toward her friend, and when Damia finally spotted Rogue the two young women ran to the other and embraced.
"Hey sugar." Rogue smiled happy to see her friend.
Damia gave a similar smile and greeted her friend. "Aspasmos. (Greetings.)"
Helen and an older man around his sixties came over to the two girls. Rogue smiled to them. "Hi." She greeted.
"Hello." The woman replied with a thick accent.
"Rogue this is Helen," Damia gestured to the older woman "and Priam." The two gave Rogue a smile. "And this," Damia began happily "is my friend Rogue." She told them. Damia returned her attention back to her best friend. "Come, we should hurry and get your bags."
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When they arrived at the Eneas estate, Rogue stopped in her tracks. "Wow." Rogue said in awe, at the mansion before her. "It's beautiful."
Damia smiled. "It is." And she led her friend inside and to her bedchambers.
For the second time in that day Rogue was in awe. The bedroom was humongous; the room held a large canopy bed with green bedding, a huge walk in closet, a bureau, and other elaborate furniture.
"Would you like some help unpacking?" Damia asked her friend.
Rogue smiled. "Sure."
As they unpacked Rogue's belongings, Damia told Rogue of her earlier encounter with Celeus and how she was to be his date for his father's party.
"Ah'm sure it'll be fine." Rogue told her.
"But it feels wrong, like I am betraying John." Damia sighed.
"Yer not, yer just goin ta a party with another guy as friends." Rogue stated, but that didn't make Damia feel any better. "Besides," Rogue continued. "Ah'll make sure ya'll don't get ta frisky." Rogue joked playfully and gave Damia a wink.
Damia rolled her eyes playfully, feeling a little better. The girls continued to talk rapidly until they had finished unpacking.
----Please review. Thanks! ~Alana-----