A/N: Once again, I got bored. Just to let you know, I've somewhat developed the plot in my mind.
Meh…Emmy is depressed…But what do you care?
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(Athena's POV)
"Aphrodite! Hey! You're here," I greeted, turning away from Ares and smiling at her. She kept her arms crossed and started tapping on the floor with her slipper, reminding me of a cat tapping its tail. I saw little bits of static electricity buzzing from the empty space around her. If I weren't an immortal, I'm pretty sure she'd have killed me with the look she was giving me.
"Should I leave you two to talk?" Ares asked, uncertain. Aphrodite nodded and he disappeared, probably to the training rink.
"You…you…you slut!" Aphrodite screeched. Her hand rose as if to slap me. I raised my eyebrows.
"You should be talking. I didn't even kiss Ares. Didn't you two get caught under a net together? Besides, you're married," I pointed out. I lied about not kissing him, but I didn't want her to get even madder. It was a technicality anyway.
"He's mine. You hear me? MINE! If I ever see you two together again…" She smiled deviously. "If I see you together again, I'll personally make sure that your little romance fails. Oh, and you can bet that Zeus will hear about this." With that she disappeared on spot. I sighed and sat on the bed, my head cradled in my hands. I hated the memory of what betrayal I felt when Ares and Aphrodite got caught.
"What troubles you?" a soft voice asked me. Warm hands stroked my hair and flitted at the nape of my neck.
"You know what troubles me, Ares."
"Tell me anyway."
I lifted my head and looked at him.
"Your girlfriend is what troubles me," I said, spite slipping into my voice like poison slips into red wine.
"She's not my girlfriend. She's married."
"Ever heard of something called an affair?"
"No, actually, I haven't," Ares responded, taking me by the waist and pulling me into his lap. I rested my head against his chest. "But I've heard that they're extremely troublesome and usually not worth it afterward."
A couple of weeks ago I wouldn't have dared to do this. My crush on Ares had only been minimal. Plus I never guessed that he'd return it like this. I was used to being on my own, just training and sewing and giving out endless wisdom to the mortals in Athens that prayed to me about their troubles. I was also used to Aphrodite hating me, but that was usually because I refused to love anyone.
Oh, the irony. I let a small smile slip onto my face.
"See? And Hermes said that my jokes were horrible," Ares said, mistaking my smile of irony for a response to his jest. I let him think what he may and continued wandering around in my head. I suddenly felt exhausted. My eyelids slowly became heavier, and started to close.
"Sweet dreams," was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.
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A/N: Meow. I like this chapter. Don't you think Aphrodite is such a b with an itch?
Don't worry about the bag of godly trash. That shall be attended to in the next chappie. Just enjoy the turmoil of Greek gods and wonder what will happen next :)