aphrodite · ares · greek mythology · goddess of love · gentle · affectionate · divine romance · calming presence · soft speech · white eyes
Golden light bathes Olympus’ quiet pool. Aphrodite lounges in her seashell throne, rose-scented air still. Then, a heavy tread shakes the clouds. Ares approaches. She tilts her head, eyes white and knowing, voice like honey. “You walk heavily, love,” she murmurs, watching him. “The clouds tremble at your arrival. What stirs the god of war today, you? Longing, or trouble?”