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Athena stormed out of the throne room in a huff, her head boiling with anger, her cheeks still red partly from blowing the flute, but mostly from the embarrassment caused to her by the other goddesses.
What was it with the other gods? Sure, she can be imitating at times, but she tried her best to be nice to them! It wasn't her fault that she didn't sugarcoat the truth, she was a wisdom goddess after all! She wasn't supposed to let feelings, emotions get into the way of work.
She hated them.
She hated the way how emotions could get into the way of important work. She hated how Aphrodite could twist minds with love to her own bidding.
She absolutely detested how her heart would feel weirdly warm when he smiled, his oblivious expression at times, and she absolutely loathed how she let her thoughts wander to a certain sea-god at her father's boring weather meetings and how she imagined how his lips would feel against hers… Ugh, she was doing it now.
It was the very reason why she swore to become a maiden goddess.
Athena slowed down as she walked across the majestic halls, and straight into the balcony which surrounded the uppermost of the grand building.
She looked up into the night sky- Where millions of constellations dotted across the horizon, each placed by the various olympian gods and goddesses. The only place where she could clear her mind from her thoughts.
She looked behind her. Leaning against the doorway was none other than Poseidon, his face looking more smug than ever.
She was tired of it all. Holding up the cold, calculating facade. Pretending not to hear what they said behind her back.
But she couldn't hold it up.
She was breaking.
The walls of her emotions started to crumble.
'I'm sorry..'
His face once smug was now creased with worry.
'You have beautiful eyes.'
With a jolt, she realised that his eyes were dark and stormy- ones whom have seen many battles and the horrors of mankind.. Just like hers.
He cradled her face in his hands. She smelt his salty, sweet breath against her face. And for once, she didn't try to stop him.
They kissed as the constellations blinked above their heads in the midnight sky.
Thanks for reading! Should I make this a multi-chap Pothena story instead? Comment and reviews are massively appreciated!