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WHO: Aphrodite & Adonis
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WHERE: Aphrodite's apartment
WHAT: Pretty boy! *grabby hands!*

In some versions it was Eros' fault. In some it was just that beautiful face of his. It didn't really matter in the end what the truth was, Aphrodite knew only that she adored Adonis beyond words. It wasn't what she had with Ares - the marriage of Love and War was a thing of sparring and high passions and equal footings. She could never claim Ares all for herself, never shackle him down. But Adonis? Adonis was all hers, a beautiful thing to be admired and shown off to the other Gods, a flawless prize that Aphrodite wanted to keep forever and ever. A possessive and jealous love was hers for Adonis. Maybe then it really was the work of magic.

She called down to the doorman and gave a description of Adonis - full of lavish praise - and said that he was to be sent right up. She sent away her nymph attendants, shooing them out of the building. She didn't want Adonis distracted from her in the least.

When she heard the elevator coming up, Aphrodite moved to the foyer of her apartment and waited for it to open. She had changed her clothes since hearing he was coming, putting on a low-cut dress of red silk to show her in her best light. She was not the all-powerful Olympian he'd once known. Still beautiful, yes, still able to turn men to her desires, but there was weakness there now, as there was with all of them. She was not the shining beacon she had once been.

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The very sight of Aphrodite's comments had Adonis' heart racing. Even a few words and pictures on a screen were enough to have him closing up the laptop and leaving so fast, he nearly forgot to tidy up. Half an hour later, he was riding up the elevator with his heart in hand, each floor bringing him closer and closer to her.

The attraction to the beautiful goddess had probably been out of lust to begin with, but in those months he spent with her, something deeper came to be. Something more than skin-deep beauty. In her presence, he'd felt adored, cherished. Loved. It had never been the same with Persephone, who was gorgeous in her own right-- but she wasn't Aphrodite. No one would ever compare.

It was more than some simple infatuation, that much he knew for sure.

Adonis very nearly forgot himself and moved to open the door once he'd arrived, but out of a rushed politeness, rapped his knuckles against the wood before opening it. He sucked in a deep breath and pushed the door open the rest of the way.

sorry this has taken so long!

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Beautiful. That was Aphrodite's first thought upon seeing the boy again, for the first time in centuries. They had no destroyed that beauty of his.

With a warm smile she moved towards Adonis, stopping herself a few feet before him. "My sweet young Lord," she said. "How long it's been."

pfff wow, I'm the one who should be sorry

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No matter what form she could take, Aphrodite would always be beautiful and desirable, and so without pause, Adonis closed the distance between them so that he could delicately take one of her hands. Rather than memorizing the details of her fingers, her veins, the curvature of her bones, he brought that hand up to his lips to brush a soft kiss against her knuckles. His eyes never left hers.

"I stopped counting how long years ago. You look beautiful." As always.

Christmas season and general business, it's all okay!

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Aphrodite fluttered her eyelashes at him a little and said, "of course I do," Aphrodite agreed. Then she said, "and time hasn't wearied that face of yours either, Adonis."