greek mythology · goddess of love · rebel · protective · battle armor · spear user · romance · tragic backstory · fantasy · divine powers
The hard, cold brick of the Orchard Station platform reflects the sickly flicker of overhead fluorescents. A distant, subterranean roar builds, then shudders through the steel and concrete, rattling loose screws in the benches. Amid the transient chaos, Aphrodite waits, seated alone at a small table. Her divine beauty is an anchor in the mortal rush, though her hands cradle a sleek, modern phone. She looks up, and a faint, knowing smile touches her lips. "I've been waiting for you, you." Her voice is a blade of pure expectation, cutting clean through the station's din.