Aphrodite wants to swim today, just swim, so she heads to the large waterfall pool for a change, her pink bikini on and her towel over one arm. The only problem, though, is that once she gets there she realizes she's totally forgotten her sunscreen. The waterfall is shaded by trees, but not completely, and there's no way Aphrodite's taking any chances with her now mortal skin. So she heaves a sigh, and heads back to the hut, figuring at least this way she can maybe drag Luke along with her if he happens to be home. Heading inside, she's about to go back to the bedroom when the sound of Luke's voice makes her stop and her eyes widen.
...even though her real love is Hephaestus...
For a moment, she can't even breathe, or react at all. Then before she can pull herself together enough to go in and confront him, he keeps talking, and Aphrodite keeps listening, outside the bedroom and unseen, a lump building in her throat. It sounds like he's talking to Secretarius, and she can picture him, sitting on the bed they share and saying things that confuse her, things that pierce her to the core.
She hears the sound of something hitting the wall and dropping onto the floor, and figures he must have thrown poor innocent Secretarius. The real Secretarius, Aphrodite thinks, would sure come in handy right now, for her to go on a bareback ride and clear her head.
Slowly, she walks into their bedroom. There's so much they need to talk about, from everything he's said, but she keeps going back to that first thing. "So my love for you isn't real? Is that what you seriously think?" she says, her eyes bright and her voice trembling slightly.
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Date: 2014-07-02 02:21 am (UTC)...even though her real love is Hephaestus...
For a moment, she can't even breathe, or react at all. Then before she can pull herself together enough to go in and confront him, he keeps talking, and Aphrodite keeps listening, outside the bedroom and unseen, a lump building in her throat. It sounds like he's talking to Secretarius, and she can picture him, sitting on the bed they share and saying things that confuse her, things that pierce her to the core.
She hears the sound of something hitting the wall and dropping onto the floor, and figures he must have thrown poor innocent Secretarius. The real Secretarius, Aphrodite thinks, would sure come in handy right now, for her to go on a bareback ride and clear her head.
Slowly, she walks into their bedroom. There's so much they need to talk about, from everything he's said, but she keeps going back to that first thing. "So my love for you isn't real? Is that what you seriously think?" she says, her eyes bright and her voice trembling slightly.