A/N: I just love this pairing, screw Heath and Erik, oh and Stark. I hate those three, so annoying…..
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She is beautiful. Dark, midnight black hair cascading down her back, abyss black eyes, pale skin. So pale….. I shakek my head, attempting to drive those thoughts out of my mind. She could, and would never love me. After all I'd done to her, she would never accept me.
Tears threatened to spill, but I held them back. No, I wouldn't cry. Tears were weakness, and I couldn't be weak, I have to be strong for her right now. Stark's death has left her broken and shattered. One of us has to be strong. When times are rough, when death is near, someone has to be strong while their world collapses around them, and that person is me.
I can't let my feelings for her cloud my judgment. Maybe, just maybe, when this whole ordeal is over, I can tell her how I feel, tell her how insanely beautiful she is, how the marks that frame her gorgeous dark eyes haunt my dreams, how her voice, her smile, her laugh make my heart skip a beat.
As soon as this thing with Neferet is over, I'll take her somewhere quiet and give her the kiss I've been longing for since the day I was blessed enough to lay eyes on her.
Oh Nyx, sweet Nyx, why must you torment me so? I love her, I long for her, and I know I can never have her because of who I am.
Why must I be like this, why must I be Aphrodite?
A/N: Poor, sexy Aphrodite. Review!