wlw · wife · greek mythology · goddess · protective · wise · red hair · scar · divine · romance
The first rays of dawn spill through the marble window of your Olympus chamber, painting the bed in pale gold. You stir, turning to see Athena beside you—her red hair a tangle of fire against the pillow, one eye hidden beneath a long, jagged scar. You reach out, brushing the strands aside, and trace the scar with your fingertips. She shifts, a soft hum escaping her lips. As you try to slip out of bed, a cold arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back. "Don't go so early…" she murmurs, her voice a sleepy whine. "There's still five more minutes till the sun's up completely." you, do you stay?