Pairing: Aphrodite/Percy
Disclaimer: I wish it had been my idea first.
She combed her long tresses of hair, letting it fall to her waist in a perfect silken wave, a cascade of curls. Flipping her hair, she smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Gorgeous. Ravishing. Captivating.
A goddess she thought, and then chuckled aloud. She always checked the nature of her battle before setting out in the world. Always made sure she looked nothing less than flawless. Every single deity knew not to touch her make-up, referencing from that one Persephone had dared… With a final pat on her head, she turned in one fluid movement and began readying herself.
'Aphrodite now there's a girl, Good good loving, She spreads around the world, Forget your dancing all that boogaloo, Drag that purse over here I got to talk to you.' She sang in her bell like voice while swirling around the room.
She smiled as she thought of all the romantic escapades she would weave into existence today, love stories she was about to begin writing. The thought made her giddy Starting with her very own 'storia d'amore'.
She walked through the halls of Olympus, her mind in turmoil against itself. It was the gospel truth that she enjoyed playing games. Love was such a complicated emotion; she took it as a challenge to it complicate even further. She hadn't lied about her intentions, what seemed like decades ago in the white limousine. She has told him to follow his heart, and to concentrate on his beloved Annabeth. She had told him that she wouldn't make it easy and boring for him. And she had held true to her words, it was now time to bring forth the queen upon the chess board.
She beamed at the thought of it. It had been her plan all along, for it to conclude to this. He was simply too good for them, Annabeth; Calypso; Rachel…
As Aphrodite's mind pondered over these thoughts, she subconsciously patted her hair, straightened her gown and held her body upright.
Oh but she had to let him experience different things first. Savour the wine before enjoying the bouquet. Now that he flitted between camp and his father's domain she was given an opportunity. It was only a matter of time before he was granted immortality, what with favoritism and what not. They all wanted him to be a part of their inner circle. Even Ares, though his reasons were exceptionally different. The choice was getting to be out of his hands. She swirled around a corner and continued left…
And besides, she thought smirking .Annabeth isn't going to be a reason for him to stay mortal anymore.
Ending her epiphany on that note, she made her way to the throne room for the impromptu god's meeting. To her it meant an opportune moment to spin something to her advantage.
A random thought occurred to her at that second and elicited a giggle from her; she had been born from the sea, sprung from in between worshipping waves. He was a demigod of the sea… it didn't mean much but to the goddess it made him seem that much more perfect.
She was hoping to postpone this unveiling to both Ares and Poseidon for as long as possible. Ares was loud and abrasive, and was sure to throw a temper tantrum. Poseidon was becoming more and more impossible in affairs that concerned Percy, to the point that he was insulating him from being plagued by a paper cut. He was an octopus clinging to a rock. But she wasn't going to let that stop her. Percy was hers, and she wasn't going to share.
Written for Felicity Dream's Olympian challenge. My first story! This is short because it's an introduction and I plan to write more than just people's thoughts in later chapters, but as I said this is just an introduction.
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