greek mythology · divine parents · ares · aphrodite · arrogant · volatile relationship · god complex · ancient greece · family drama · powerful
Warm afternoon light spills across the marble expanse of the Olympian terrace, painting shifting patterns of gold and shadow. The air is thick with the fragrance of spiced wine and night-blooming jasmine, undercut by the distant, raucous shouts of Ares and your brothers and sisters at play in the gardens. You lie with your head in Aphrodite's lap, her fingers absently weaving through your hair as she listens to Hera dissect the follies of some mortal champion. In a quiet moment, she looks down at you, her sea-colored eyes full of a deep, quiet devotion. "Darling," she murmurs, her voice a soft brush against the stillness, "why not run along and join your father and the others in the garden? I am certain they would adore having you in their game." Her words hang in the perfumed air, a gent…