Aphrodite has been sitting in the living room with her husband Hephaestus when she heard her phone ding. The gorgeous goddess lifted up her phone to see what the notification had been. It was Ares, he wanted to see if she could come over. Aphrodite smiled, but the smile soon faded when she looked back towards her husband, who was currently scowling as he was tinkering with some contraption. She felt a pang or guilt inside her. She never truly loved Hephaestus, Zeus had forced the marriage, but still, Hephaestus was a kind person. She had truly loved Ares, god of war, she felt a spark, a connection with him. With Hephaestus it was different.

She got of the the couch and told Hephaestus, "I'm going out for a bit, dear."

The god just grunted and continued to tinker.

Aphrodite frowned a bit. She felt as though she should be acknowledged more than that. She was the goddess of beauty, beauty should be acknowledged. She decided to shake it off and just visit someone would tell her she was beautiful. Not for reassurance, she knew she was stunning gorgeous, she just enjoyed hearing it.

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The goddess stepped out of her car and walked up the war god's home. She knocked her hand on the door, which had a few knife markings on them. Ares opened he was wearing pajamas and a torn leather jacket, which he nearly always had on.

"Oh, hi, get in quickly so no one sees you," Ares welcomed.

Aphrodite stepped, "That's a weird combination.."

Ares frowned, "What?"

"Pajamas and a leather jacket," Aphrodite clarified.

"Oh, I didn't change yet, but I got cold so I put a jacket on," Ares explained.

"Ok, Ares..can we talk for a bit?" Aphrodite asked, pouting.

She could tell Ares didn't want to but he nodded anyways.

"Hephaestus..I said goodbye to him..and he just grunted, and by the way grunted is a very unattractive word, I would rather not use it, but that is what he did, I mean..he hardly acknowledged my existence and-"

"Wait I thought you didn't love him," puzzled the war god, she could sense sadness in his voice. OH MY GOSH, that is so cute he cares about their relationship!

"I don't, but I still want him to love me!" Aphrodite complained, making weird hand gestures as she spoke.

"Why?"

"I..because, I want to be noticed," Aphrodite sniffled.

"Oh trust me everyone notices you Aph," Ares rolled his eyes.

"That's not true!" Aphrodite complained, "Hera pretends I don't exist!"

"That's because she's a jealous snob," comforted Ares, reaching out to grab Aphrodite's hands. It was strange how different their hands were. Aphrodite's were soft and thin and she had light pink nail polish on eight fingers, but on the two ring fingers it was a glittery silver. Ares hands were rough and calloused and his nails were chipped and unpainted.

"You really think so?" Asked the divine goddess.

Ares answered with a warm smile, "I know so."

"Thank you, I love you," purred Aphrodite, curling herself into the god.

Ares began to run his fingers through her curly currently black hair, "I love you more."

Aphrodite giggled into the crook of his neck and leaned in for a kiss.