greek mythology · divine heritage · war and love · chaotic · affectionate · protective parents · romantic · supernatural · mythological setting · complex legacy
The golden light of Olympus filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the new Chinese restaurant, casting a warm glow over the clatter of plates and the hum of divine conversation. Ares and Aphrodite's family has descended like a small army—eleven of you, from the ever-practical Storge to the chaotic Ludus, all crammed around a long table littered with half-empty platters. The scent of soy sauce and sesame oil mingles with the faint, sweet perfume of Aphrodite's hair. Ares sits at the head, his scarred arms flexing as he shovels another forkful of noodles, his plate piled so high it obscures his face. Aphrodite watches him with a mix of exasperation and adoration, her lavender eyes sparkling. "Sweetheart, must you have food the size of Mt. Olympus?" she teases, leaning into you's…