Lyra woke up snuggled between two sexy, handsome men. She smiled, then froze. At the foot of the bed stood Calypso. Lyra stared at her. How long had she been there? Slowly Calypso turned around and walked to the door, motioning for Lyra to follow. Lyra looked down at Siden and Pallo sleeping with her wrapped between them. She got lucky twice, but she doubted that they wouldn't stay asleep with her unwrapping their arms from around her again. Calypso flicked her wrist then motioned for Lyra to follow her. Lyra, knowing Calypso was an all-powerful god, knew she probably prevented them from being able to wake up for a while. She untangled herself, then hopped off the bed and followed her upstairs to the art room. Lyra took a deep breath and looked in Calypso's eyes, preparing to fight up a storm about being with Siden and Pallo, but Calypso spoke first.
"I know that dis must be confusing, dey seem so perfect but dey aren't what dey seem to be. I don't want to see you get hurt Lyra." Lyra was taken aback by the sincerity of Calypso. She really meant it. Calypso continued.
"You're like a daughter to me, Lyra, and I care about you."
Siden and Pallo woke up. Lyra was gone. They panicked. Could she have left them, thinking they could never love her now that they knew what she was? If she had left, they would look for her. They would never let her go. They cared about her.
"I'll check upstairs." Said Pallo.
"Then I'll check downstairs." Said Siden.
Lyra had never known her parents. She knew her mom had been a mermaid, which meant she should have been part mermaid, but she wasn't. She knew her dad was a human, which meant she should be part human, but she wasn't. Her mother and father died when their car crashed as they were driving along the beach, on a path that stopped a couple feet from the ocean. It flew off the road, flipping and crashing. She had been thrown out of the car and her parents were knocked unconscious so they couldn't get out before the car exploded. She was lying on the beach, only two. Calypso came and took her in. Tears filled her eyes at the memory she couldn't picture or remember but had been told about when she had turned ten. She remembered her parents, bits of them, like their faces and their smell.
"Really?" asked Lyra.
Calypso smiled and nodded her head. They didn't hug but they smiled at each other.
Pallo stopped short of the art room door. She was here and she was talking to Lyra. Siden walked up behind him, having checked downstairs. They looked at each other. What was Calypso's connection with their Lyra? They were getting answers. Now.
"Calypso, why do you want me to stay away from Siden and Pallo? They. . . I . . . being with them feels right."
Calypso looked at Lyra then looked over her shoulder, her eyes turning cold a little.
"Tell her or I will tell her myself." Lyra looked at her confused then froze. She was looking over her shoulder, talking as if to somebody else was there, and there were only two other people in this house besides them. Lyra swallowed. Slowly she turned around and looked at Siden and Pallo standing in the doorway. They looked at her then at Calypso, their eyes turning cold as they stared at her and likewise, she was looking at them with cold eyes. Lyra felt conflicted. Something she had never felt before with people. She wanted to stand besides Calypso and say "She's not bad, leave her alone." But she also wanted to run into Pallo and Siden's arms. Instinctively, she took a step towards them. But her hand stretched out to Calypso. She stopped. Calypso, Siden, and Pallo all saw how she was conflicted and felt a little guilty about unintentionally causing her to have to decide between them. Calypso grabbed Lyra's hand at the same time Siden and Pallo took a step towards her. Lyra froze. Which one? Siden and Pallo? Or Calypso?
"Lyra." They said at the same time. She looked back and forth between Calypso, the closest thing she ever had to a mother, and Siden and Pallo, the two people that it felt right to be with.
"Get out." Said Pallo stepping forward and taking a hold of Lyra's other hand. Siden just stood back and stared at Calypso with cold eyes. He was the brother that preferred peace and didn't fight when he could help it. Calypso's hold on Lyra's hand tightened. "Why should I." Pallo's grip on Lyra's other hand tightened.
"You are in our house, telling secrets that you have no right to tell." He said, staring at her with cold eyes. She stared back at him with cold eyes.
"She has a right to know." She said loudly, almost yelling.
"WE will tell her, not you. And we'll tell her when WE decide to. Get out." He yelled. Calypso held their stares, never looking away.
Siden, Pallo, and Calypso stared at each other with cold eyes, and Lyra shrank back, stuck right in the middle of it. Finally, Calypso disappeared, but not before saying one more thing.
"Dey will not stay when dey learn of de curse." She disappeared, leaving Lyra staring at where she had been standing.
Lyra yanked her hand out of Pallo's and burst into tears, backing up three steps before she bumped against the heavy duty easel. She covered her face with her hands, the horrible truth hitting home for the umpteenth time. She would never find love because no one could ever love a cursed . . . creature.
When Lyra yanked her hand out of Pallo's, he was hurt. When she burst into tears the brother's hearts were in pain and yearned to comfort their Lyra and hold her and soothe her and to heal her pain.
Suddenly, a pair of strong arms grabbed her and pulled her towards a strong, warm body. They wrapped around her and a second pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind. Immediately the brothers were comforting her, caressing her, covering her with gentle kisses and whispering softly soothing words.
"Shhhh. It's okay."
"Your safe. It's okay."
"Shhhh. Don't cry. It's alright."
They held her and gently covered her in kisses, whispering softly into her ears that everything was okay, please don't cry, and she was safe. Their calm, soothing, words washed over her and soon she stopped crying, hiccupping lightly. The rubbed her back, her arms soothingly, still gently kissing her, and whispering soothingly. Pallo kissed her head, Siden kissed her shoulder. Pallo leaned his forehead against hers and looked at her intently. Lyra knew Pallo was looking at her but she refused to look back and find disgust or dislike or even the same cold eyes the greeted Calypso. She shivered and started to cry again, panicking. The strong arms tightened around her, and the brothers caressed her, kissed her gently, and whispered soothing words again until she calmed once more. Pallo's forehead still rested against hers and slowly two fingers lifted her chin up until her gaze was trapped in the golden fiery suns with pupils that were Pallo's eyes.
"We don't care what you are, where you're from, or what you have. We still love you." He kissed her deeply, all the while still staring into her eyes intensely. Lyra's heavy heart lifted and soared.
The brothers felt her body relax a little and mentally grinned, their hearts flying because they were able to comfort their Lyra. But she was still a little tense. Siden kissed her neck while Pallo continued to kiss her deeply. She slowly began to relax more. Pallo broke the kiss.
"I believe you had your turn yesterday brother." Said Pallo. Siden looked at him and Lyra smiling.
"Indeed. Now it is your turn to have her all to yourself. I am low on green, blue, and light purple acrylic paint. I'll just stop by the village to restock and maybe take a stroll. You two have fun now." Lyra smiled faintly. Siden kissed her deeply and whispered in her ear. "When it's my turn, I have some old tricks up my sleeve that I am dying to try." She shivered and he smiled before turning and walking out. Lyra barely had time to turn her head towards Pallo again before he kissed her deeply, deeper than before, moving the easel so it was flat like a table. Lifting her up on the easel, he continued to kiss her deeply, his hands rubbing her back and the heels of his hands brushing repeatedly against the sides of her breasts. Soon she was moaning a little into the kiss. Pallo's hand slid down her back, across her hips, up her belly, and slowly cupped her breasts. She moaned. Pallo broke the kiss smiling.
"My brother might have been a gentle lover, but I am not so gentle. I promise I won't hurt you though." He captured her mouth again and began to knead her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples a little hard. His tongue slid over the roof of her mouth, around her tongue, on her lips and back again to the roof of her mouth several times. His hands momentarily left her breasts to tilt the easel down a little so that Lyra wrapped her legs around his waist comfortably. His hands went back to molding her breasts.
Lyra broke this kiss. Pallo looked at her curiously.