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#I think Thena would have a similar persona to how Angie appears
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Big fan of your prompts! Have to ask for a Thenamesh au with Thena being a highly known Singer and Gil being her Bodyguard or Manager?
Looking forward to read more of your fine work :)
Gil sighed. He almost didn't know what he was doing there--almost.
These music industry events always dragged on far too long in his opinion. Once Thena's part was over he was ready to head home, but that wasn't how it worked, of course.
She looked stunning, as always. Kingo had styled her in something glittering with jewels, although she always asked him to style her in something more subtle in nature. But the pearl of the music industry shone quite well on her own without any effort.
Between the platinum blonde hair, the pale skin, the utterly ethereal beauty--it was no wonder she was called The Goddess Athena.
Gil lingered around, close enough to be of service but not close enough to get in her red carpet shots. That was his job, to be close but not too close, and not too far either.
Thena managed a slight smile for the clicking pictures. She realy was even quieter than her reserved and pristine onstage presence. She most certainly wasn't a pop princess.
"Gil!"
He blinked, coming over to her as she whispered to him as subtly as she could. She turned her back to the camera flashes, leaning close to him and gripping his lapel. His hand rose up to lay over hers reassuringly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's," she paused, glancing over her shoulder. The erupting screams of the crowd were announcing the arrival of Eros, the absolute hottest commodity of the music scene this year. He was young, and good looking, and he had hit on Thena more than a few times by now. "It's Eros--I just don't want to talk to him."
Gil chuckled. Thena was surprisingly antisocial for a singer who had countless adoring fans.
"Just stay close," she whispered to him, still using him for cover as Eros waved to his fans, walking ever closer.
"He's probably already seen you," Gil said softly, although as per Thena's request, he held his arms loosely around her and let her hide behind his larger figure all she liked.
"Seeing and talking to me are different things," she muttered, turning Gil in real time.
"Kingo's going to kill you for not mingling," Gil grinned at her. "Headlines will read 'Goddess Athena gives God of Love the Cold Shoulder' tomorrow."
"They can say anything they like if I don't have to talk to him," Thena looked up at him, pursing her lips at the notion. "You were there last time he cornered me."
Well, he was there for part of it. By the time he made it back to her side after securing her car home, he returned to find the little nuisance blocking her off into a corner of the after-party. Gil had happily strong armed him out of the way to rescue her.
"You'd think the kid would get the hint," Gil raised a brow, although he knew better than that. Eros was known for pursuing people pretty relentlessly, but he was so popular that people didn't seem to mind the behaviour, labelling him a Casanova and a lover of love.
"I wish," Thena sighed. Eros turned and she stepped in closer, all but burying herself in Gil's suit jacket.
"Thena!"
"Shit," she cursed, and Gil had to laugh (and not just from her hot breath hitting the fabric of his shirt). He ran his hands down her arms as he prepared to step away from her. "You'll be okay. I'm right here."
Thena wrapped her arms around his, trapping him next to her, "damn right you are."
"Th-Thena," he floundered as the Prince of Pop meandered over to them. He was wearing a garish red suit and gold shirt that hurt Gil's eyes. "Eros."
"Ah, we meet again," he greeted Gil with a wholly insincere smile. "I see you're still on the payroll."
"Gil is my most trusted friend, Eros," Thena happily informed him, still clinging to Gil for all the world to see. "He's far more than a name on my payroll."
"Are you so friendly with all your security?" Eros asked with a teasing smile, although he had at least kept an appropriate distance from her this time.
"I don't need any other security," she smirked. Her persona to the public was so poised and elegant, but she had a petty side that liked to snark at Eros and trade jabs with Ikaris. "He's that good."
"Oh, really," Eros chuckled in good nature (or some charade of it). He looked at Gil, "maybe I should steal him for myself."
Gil raised a cold brow at the kid, "does it look like I could be swayed in any direction?"
"No," Eros looked at Thena's near desperate grip on his arm, "she certainly has her claws sunk into you."
"She doesn't have to," Gil shrugged, letting his hand rest on her waist, just to piss Eros off. "I've been at Thena's side for years, kid. And I will be, so if you think you can sneak your way into her inner circle-"
Eros grunted as Gil turned to lead Thena away, his elbow clipping the younger man in the side.
"Think again," Gil winked at him, leading Thena along by the waist, although he could already hear Kingo raging at them over what he and her publicist were going to have to come up with to explain the behaviour.
"I should have let you talk to him last time," Thena laughed beside him, happily letting him lead her along, past other people on the carpet, past the cameras without a care in the world. "Perhaps he would have been too scared to talk to me tonight."
"Mm, I don't know," Gil shrugged, slipping his other hand into his pocket. Usually he wanted to have both his hands free, but he supposed it might be fine if the other literally had a hold of his lovely client. "He doesn't seem the type to be easily dissuaded."
"Lucky I like having you around, then."
Gil let Thena reposition his arm, moving it off her waist but only to let her wrap her hands around it instead. He bent it at the elbow, letting her make proper use of it. He wasn't part of her world of glamour, he was just some nobody that would be in her photos. People would get all excited and then find out he was her security and wonder what the hell she was doing being so close with him.
But let them wonder. So long as she kept smiling so genuinely.
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