Athena, nose deep in a book, escaped into her own world, ignoring Kore completely.
Kore wandered across the room, filled entirely with a wide variety of books. Glancing over her shoulder, Kore reified that her sister was lost in the depths of literature before gliding past the velvet curtains. Her bare soles kissed the cool marble tiles as she travelled down the hall.
Her thoughts jumbled about-mainly revolving around the man in the hall blessed with the palest of eyes. Just thinking about his gaze made her shiver. His dark curls adorned his head neatly, nicely trimmed shorter than most men, but that did not stop her from wanting to run her fingers through it. He had a strong jawline, which had a light trail of stubble on it. Kore loved the handsome man's round pale eyes the most. Kore smiled at the thought of the man.
"Does your mother know of your absence?" A feminine voice cooed in a sickeningly sweet voice.
Out from the shadows came a gorgeous woman wearing only a golden girdle. Kore came to an abrupt stop, blinking herself back into reality.
The woman smirked as she sauntered closer, invading Kore's personal space.
"So you're the maiden everyone is fawning over," The woman placed one palm on the swell of her hips, causing the female's breasts to jut out more. Kore's cheeks flamed; she tried not to gawk at the woman.
Concentrating with all her might to not glance down, Kore failed to notice her surroundings.
"Aphrodite, I did not realize your preference of lovers leans more towards the softer sex," The tall, muscular man's hoarse voice caused Kore to stiffen.
The pale blonde threw back her head to bark out a laugh, body quaking with every intake, but within this woman's fig-green eyes held no warmth whatsoever. The man advanced towards the two women, his tanned flesh rippled with every stomp of his feet. Aphrodite settled back into her original pose, and continued to glare down Kore.
"Funny you say that, Ares, for you've been parading these very halls seeking lovers of your own," Aphrodite said, flipping her straight hair over her tan shoulder, eyes never leaving the silent goddess.
Ares stood broad and bold, facing the goddess of Love's backside; his dark, gladiator-cropped hair matched the fierce, dark irises he possessed. His body consisted of obscene amounts of muscle that made him look bloated at certain times. Ares grabbed Aphrodite's torso, wrapping his arms around her middle, making the goddess helpless in his steel grip. Kore blinked rapidly when the gods started engaging in an embrace of sorts. Kore's eardrums began to pound profusely, the hall began to blur around her. Then it all went black.