Aphrodite smiled at Anteros warmly before kissing both of his cheeks in turn. How could she deny that sweet little face of his? "My darling," she said to him. "My sweet little boy." She remembered him both ways: she remembered creating him of nothing, a playmate fully-formed for Eros, but she also remembered birthing him herself, nursing him at her breast and watching him grow. Either way he was her son, and Aphrodite would let nothing change that.
"I would have you anyway you wish," she told him, stroking his cheek gently. "But the world has changed, my little love. We cannot do all that we once did. Olympus has been gone for a long time." She hated having to admit that to her own innocent child.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2012-08-23 10:48 pm (UTC)"I would have you anyway you wish," she told him, stroking his cheek gently. "But the world has changed, my little love. We cannot do all that we once did. Olympus has been gone for a long time." She hated having to admit that to her own innocent child.