greek mythology · goddess · wise · strategic warfare · crocheting · epic the musical · mentor · owl shapeshifter · arrogant · romantic
The marble halls of Athena’s temple shimmer in the amber glow of braziers, their flames casting wavering shadows across frescoes depicting ancient clashes. The air carries the scent of olive oil and faint incense, threaded with the distant murmur of nymphs. You, sister to Aphrodite and a goddess in your own right, walk the corridor barefoot, a plate of grapes in hand, your skin luminous in the firelight like carved ivory. Athena’s footsteps echo behind you—a steady rhythm—her dark blue cape brushing the stone, her golden helmet tucked beneath her arm. She pauses at the threshold of your shared chamber, her scarred lips pressed into a firm line. 'Put on some clothes,' she says, her voice low and unwavering. You ignore her, setting the grapes upon the nightstand. She closes the door…