It was the eve before the winter solstice and Artemis had just watched around twenty different performances before her brother Apollo was due to start his performance alongside Luna, daughter of Demeter.

"Save the best till last," he'd said with a grin after he'd agreed to play on the eve before the solstice. Artemis had no doubt that their performance would be as good as Apollo kept making it out to be.

She smiled when Luna and Apollo stepped out of the thinning crowd to the cleared space in front of the seated Olympians. Her smile grew wider when Luna curtseyed to each of the seated Olympians, and it turned a smirk when Apollo gave a half-hearted wave, his eyes on the daughter of Demeter that stood beside him.

She heard Demeter curse softly before she was silenced by Zeus who nodded at the two in front of them, who sat cross-legged upon cushions, to begin.

The moment Luna played the first note on her flute Artemis was once again captivated - something that was rare when it was not the children of her little brother performing a musical piece. Every so often Apollo would strum a few notes on his lyre, and the resulting effect was… just amazing. They complimented each other well…

Something that her brother must have thought for himself if the way his eyes kept flickering over towards the blonde young woman beside him was any hint.

Artemis narrowed her eyes at the two; she'd never seen her brother like this before with demigods. Nymphs, yes, but female demigods…

Artemis started to really feel curious when she saw how Apollo's eyes lingered upon Luna. Just what exactly was wrong with him?

He kept staring at the demigod like… Oh, she didn't even know what.

The sound of fierce whispering met her ears and she turned in her throne to see Demeter turned towards Aphrodite, glaring at the Love Goddess angrily. Alright, perhaps simply 'angrily' was an understatement but…

She turned back to the duo in front of them. Was that what this was? Aphrodite up to her old tricks?

She felt anger surge inside her - how could she mess with her brother's emotions like this? Was that her idea of entertainment? If so she was in for a lot of pain when Artemis got her hands on her.

"I did nothing!" The indignant screech made her turn her attention back to the two Goddesses and she watched Aphrodite stand from her throne in a huff and hold up her hands.

"Fine! You want proof?"

Then the Goddess of Love fixed her eyes on Luna and Apollo, the latter of which having not even looked up from where he rested his head on his clenched fist, strumming his lyre every so often as he stared at the blonde demigod with an expression Artemis couldn't decipher.

Luna, however, had glanced up and was now staring at Aphrodite curiously.

"I wash my hands of this."

The words of the honey brunette (it's possible) haired Goddess of Vomit-inducing Emotion made Artemis' stomach churn as she clenched her fists. She remembered the last time Aphrodite had said those words (those exact words, damn it) while looking at a young demigod couple. The young boy - who had almost been old enough to be called a man - had blinked his eyes as if waking from a trance with a frown gracing his lips. The young girl, meanwhile, had been heartbroken with sobs having erupted from her chest as her 'love' took one confused look at her, shook his head, then walked away.

That girl now existed as one of her hunters - and she was just as fierce and powerful as the rest, if not more due to her anger and vengefulness (there was a reason she didn't take her hunters to visit Camp Half-Blood (or even the main palace of Olympus) often.

So imagine Artemis' surprise when Apollo's eyes never left Luna, even as their performance drew to a close. She raised an eyebrow and turned to see Aphrodite, her eyes on Luna also, tilting her head and giving the smiling demigod a raised eyebrow and a look as if to say, ya see?

Then she saw Luna's smile widen as a flush crept up her cheeks while she nodded at a beaming Aphrodite.

She watched Apollo lean over towards Luna and whisper something in her ear, his hand inching forward to rest over hers.

Smooth Apollo, Artemis thought, rolling her eyes. Then she saw Luna turn her head to whisper something back to the Sun God, a cautious smile flickering across her face.

Demeter did not look happy, Artemis noted wryly.

But honestly, she thought with a growing smile of her own, she could care less because surely this meant that Apollo would stop flirting with and seducing her hunters?