Aphrodite

"Love sought is good, but unsought, is better."

Wiser words never better written than by dear William.

For any more of these ridiculous requests of returns and a clean slate, I do believe the return policy for these are long expired. Not that there ever was one to begin with.

I love you.

Always have, always will.


( Dionysus )

( Adrestia, Phobos & Deimos )

You didn't listen when I wanted you to. I have nothing else to say.

( Hephaestus )

To the New God that calls himself, "Internet".

A bad joke is a bad joke. Because you cannot take one nor redeem this pride of yours through any method than harming what is mine and no others, I will ask that you listen to me now.

I am Aphrodite of the Greek pantheon; goddess of love and the mother of those you have harmed.

Enough is enough. You will deal with me and not with any more of my sons or of my family.

If it is punishment you look for or retribution, state your terms and what it is that you want. I want this to be over and done with, and I will compromise with you for this to be in the past.

( Hymenaois & Himeros; Viewable to Erotes )

( Adrestia, Phobos, Deimos, Harmonia )

( Eros )

Ares, you insufferable bastard, where in Hades have you gone?

Broken bones do not concern me more than a broken sanity.


( Ares )

( Private )

Oh, me, oh my.

Desmond, you over-capable handsome devil, I never knew you'd be up for fatherhood. Neither did I you, Ms. Vale of the Christian Sins. Surprising how things have changed, no?

All the same, congratulations to the happy couple and their new addition ♥

Not quite sure what the rest have been squabbling about, but to have a child from quite a unique union seems to make all efforts worth it.

Private

Honestly, who has any need for petty little golden apple, when a bouquet from the Goddess of Love would do just fine?

It's official, I am unemployed.

Don't get me wrong, this entire charade of playing the employed American had it's perks. Not to mention I've met the most charming of the troubled in New York City, and have been exposed to their dirtiest and darkest secret, always handy, I'm sure.

Fun all around, but I'd rather not be dragged into the sexually repressed masses, thank you very much.

[Private, to Ares]

Thirty minutes.

Your place, or mine?

Tens of thousands flee raging wildfires in Greece.

Temper, temper, temper.

You never did answer my question on whether Pompeii's demise was intentional or not.

Perhaps chivalry is not quite dead yet.

A phone call from an old friend truly brightened my day. Dear Daniel, all grown up with a wife and two beautiful children. His voice seemed changed from his undergraduate years, but I recognized it ever the same.

Seems that I've taught him right, since he's offering a weekend down in the Florida Keys for old time's sake.

Though at this rate, I might as well give over the business to poor Miss Secretary Anne. The girl gives me enough grief for extended vacation time as is since my recent trip to Pennsylvania.

Well, that one just turned out to be longer than I'd thought it would be. Hardly my fault, really.

Back to Manhattan, is it?

Maybe Vegas would help you with your woes as much as it did last time. I'm sure while you're gone I can talk to more people that you don't like and well, since you personally know just how liberating it is to have sex with random other whores, it might do wonders for me.

But unlike you, love? While I'm sitting on my nicely manicured hands with my tanned ass for the moment, at least I had the idea to take the first step and not having to deal with random booty-calls.

He hasn't forgotten you, as little as that might mean to you.

And the last time I checked? I didn't need any goddamn approval from you as to whom I speak with or cut deals with.

( Zeus )

( Hephaestus )

Politicians can be rather gullible these days, don't you think?

Although an honest confession--the man's not very articulate though, I can't do anything about that--was hardly expected.

True love or not, well, only time and my whims can tell. The poor, poor man.

Not only does June 21st mean that it was Father's day--boys, I hope you both had given your father a nice present--but it also means that it was the first day of summer.

The weather's been absolutely miserable as of late, but hopefully with this summer officially starting, we can put all those dreary rainy cold days behind us and appreciate that glowing ball in the sky, which yes, is the sun.

Getting a bikini, tanning, the beach, cocktails...definitely my kind of season. Ares, you'd be a sweetheart and tell me which bikini you like better on me when I get them, yes?

Haven't seen much of my office buddy around though, I'm getting worried. It's not everyday you find someone completely capable of taking low blows to the balls and still manage to stand.

( Sent to Parthena Vale )

( Sent to Desmond Libera )

[ooc; Both bouquets are laced with a "love spell", making the recipients of the flowers fall in love with each other for an indefinite amount of time. Product not tested on animals or unwilling human subjects (at least not in this century). Don't try this at home, kiddies.]

Since when did I ever have to explain myself to mortals when I felt like taking a holiday?

Responsibilities be damned, I could find other ways to find income, but this job just seemed so much interesting in the first place. Not exactly "interesting" when you have a client come in once you've just opened shop and screaming and crying all over your silk blouse about an affair.

I'd suggest she'd go next door to Desmond, but then again, I might never see her face again.

Since he's more than happy to fuck them out of their miseries and send them limping home. Not a pretty sight, nor is it good for business, since they never come back.

Is it too soon to ask for another holiday?

Probably. Shopping will have to do for now.

Quite the weather these days, although frankly I don't appreciate it when I'm suddenly caught in the rain without warning and then hail follows it. Make-up and an expensive dress from Barney's cannot afford to be ruined in temperamental weather.


But once back home, I feel safer. Untouchable. Needed.

( Ares )

( Private )

Keeping men happy.

A little bit of research during lunch break and here I find myself thinking if mortals themselves have progressed in any of the littlest sense in romance.

Well, I do agree with the touching bit, but with the whole keeping a man happy? Really, it should be the other way around, or have we become the type to be easy in satisfaction and gratification?

It's cute, but it's not romance.

( Phobos )

My, my, someone's unhappy.

It's heart breaking to see so many running around like headless chickens for the sake of plants, really. I suppose I could be a little bit sympathetic for the ruining of the roses that I love, but this Spring?

I could care less.

You had it coming, love.

By account of the weather, all appointments are canceled and I am not going anywhere. I have a closet to raid and clothes five times my size to try on. ♥

I leave for several days, not months, not weeks, but days and my house looks like ground zero.

At first, it was amusing to see so many young boys littering about the place with no clothes, but then it becomes tasteless when I see my Persian carpet soaked with beer, wine, and gods know what else these little vermin have done to it.

Thea, where exactly does it say that you may do what you wish with the place in my absence? I have a dinner date tonight, and in the six hours I give you, you had better turn the place back into what it once was, as shining and glimmering as the ass of the Venus de Milo itself. Then when you are finished, I will be back and consider whether to kick you out for the night or not.

If I do, none of that fraternizing with homeless people and bringing back swine flu, understand?

LA was much more simpler, really.

( Love Sex Magic )