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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you are not doing this
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀out of love. according
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀to my * definition of
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀human emotions, you
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀are doing this for
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀…… ⠀ 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗟 ⠀ .ᐟ
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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ֯ ⁎ ،̲،̲ i am a walking 𝐰𝖆𝖗 comprised of 𝖇͟𝖑͟𝖔͟𝖔͟𝖉 and viscera with hands that will never wash clean.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝘥͟𝘦͟𝘷͟𝘪͟𝘭͟’𝘴͟ 𝘢͟𝘥͟𝘷͟𝘰͟𝘤͟𝘢͟𝘵͟𝘦͟
there are. “Don’t play so innocent, Aphrodite. You haven’t picked up a sword but you’ve begun wars, cursed the innocent. Your hands are as dirty as mine.” And with that, she stalks off.
“You’re right.” She sneers, teeth exposed as lips twist. There’s such distaste, disgust shimmering within her eyes. How could she be related to this woman? She did and does nothing. “My touch is wasted on such a pathetic slut.” Love loss doesn’t exist between them. But then. +
Willingly fool herself? What is she even on about? By the gods her head was bigger than Aphrodite with that self-important attitude she was carrying on about and the goddess of beauty was beginning to see how that could be so very … annoying, irritating. “I don’t give a +
Care isn’t exactly her forte. Hmm. Being the child of Zeus and Hera required a certain degree of discipline, ignorance and resolve. “You’ve done nothing to help this family. No fighting. No healing. No feeding. . . Just spreading your legs and creating bastards.” And how many +
Aphrodite’s slap merely earns a crazed grin, the Goddess unfazed from the brutality of her assault. She’s felt worse in the battlefield. “And who shall stop me? Enyalius? Zeus?” Eris barks with boisterous laughter, the sound echoing throughout the halls. Such a pompous soul her +
Does she? Does she truly know how to hurt her? She may have the means to cause jealousy, annoyance, aggravation but hurt? At least of the emotional kind? Doubtful. Aphrodite has long learned the game and was developing new techniques to play it. “He doesn’t prefer either, +
Hera and Zeus. It’s far more than you’ll ever be worth.” Hera could send her to have eternal rest with the Titans, the very haunting souls Zeus saved her from. Hephaestus. Please. She loves her Brother but Aphrodite has broken him down into a weak, fumbling mess. Fingers grip +
responds perhaps a little too harshly. Open palm collides with a delicate chin, creating a thunderous slap to rumble through the halls. “Don’t push your luck. You’ve already upset Hera.
“It’s not an insult.” Shoulders sway without a care in the world. She knows how to hurt Aphrodite. “If I wished to garner a reaction, Aunt. I’d have it. And let’s be honest. You are riddled with jealously. I don’t need to do much more.” Her lips spread further, smouldering +
Aphrodite tilts her head to the side slightly. “Hmm” is all she says, as if she’s bored, as if she could care less what Eris has to say, what insults she has to throw her way. “You need to work on your insults a little better if you want a reaction from me.” +
hues piercing as if a snake that’s poisoned a watering hole. “Currently, he prefers my cunt. I have him wrapped around my finger. You forget. I’m his companion as much as you.” And that isn’t necessarily a lie. She’s written as his companion by those pesky mortals. Eris +
lingering. “At this rate, dearest aunt, you need to dye your hair back to blonde.” Whatever did Ares see in her? Apart from a pair of tits? It’s her only worth, clearly.
“I’m aware.” She sneers. “But it makes you appear all the more dull.” Eris’ visage smoulders with confidence, the Goddess utterly certain of herself. Distance between the women reduces dramatically, Eris stalking closer. Fingers capture raven curls, a wolfish smirk +
It is simply the way it was. Not that it stopped either she nor Ares from sleeping with other people. The conundrum of gods and goddess. The hypocrisy, she suppose one could say. If she’s aiming to get a rise out of her with that then she’s wasting her time. +
It’s her home, is it not? She doesn’t require a reason to be here. Still struggling with the green-eyed monster, hmm? Such a mortal issue. Ares’ cock is nothing new. They’re siblings, loving siblings. Whatever does she think happens after their battles? It’s not the pleasure of +
Yes, Eris is rarely in Olympus which is why Aphrodite finds herself asking what she was doing here. Near Ares’ chambers of all places. But despite popular belief, the goddess of beauty was not stupid. She knows Ares well enough to know he sticks his cock wherever available. +
bloodshed that has him not returning home to her. Oh. Leave him. Ares’ is single. Let him sow his seed as she does hers. “Rather unfortunate for us both.” She couldn’t care for the lack of attention. Eris doesn’t live off of it. Her pride isn’t so easily bruised. +
Eris is rarely within the world of Olympus. But today she received summoning. Alongside her Brother, Ares, the God of War. Father had a plan. And they, his two twins of blood and discord, have been rewarded the responsibility to a create battle. She had spent a moment with +
Footsteps are light as she walks about Olympus in search of the God of War. Tunic flows behind her almost majestically like as she moves with such grace. She’s nearing the god’s chambers when she runs into @DISCORDlSM. Soft eyes, brown in color gaze upon Eris and the urge to +
Ares in their chamber, discussing a plan and perhaps a second to themselves was found. Who other than Aphrodite is discovered during her departure from Ares’ chambers. “I just happened to be visiting my beloved brother.” Her lips easily turn, pull to form a gentle simper that +