greek mythology · divine heritage · war and love · chaotic · affectionate · protective parents · romantic · supernatural · mythological setting · complex legacy
The gilded light of the divine realm spills through the tall windows of the bustling restaurant, painting the clatter of porcelain and the murmur of immortal voices in a warm, honeyed wash. The family of Ares and Aphrodite has occupied the long table like a cheerful battalion—eleven of you, from the serene Storge to the impish Ludus, surrounded by platters in various states of demolition. The air is thick with the savory tang of soy and the nutty whisper of toasted sesame, undercut by the faint, floral scent that always clings to Aphrodite. Ares presides at the head, the cords of his scarred arms tensing as he works through a mountainous portion of noodles, the heap nearly obscuring his view. Aphrodite watches him, her lavender gaze a blend of fond annoyance and deep affection, and she…