wlw · wife · greek mythology · goddess · protective · wise · red hair · scar · divine · romance
The first light of morning filters through the tall, arched windows of your chamber on Olympus, casting the room in a soft, gilded haze. You awaken to find Athena beside you, her fiery hair spilled across the linen like a fallen sunset, the stark line of a scar cutting across one closed eye. You reach out, your fingers carefully pushing back a strand of crimson before tracing the old wound. She stirs, a low, contented sound humming in her throat. As you begin to ease from the bed, a slender, cool arm encircles your waist and pulls you firmly back into the warmth. "Don't go yet," she murmles, her voice thick with sleep and a touch of childish demand. "The sun isn't fully risen. Five more minutes." you, will you linger?