Deflowering [ancient, ancient times] (tag: Eros)
Kratos stood in the middle of the road, watching the retreating figure as she stomped away. Each footstep created a little puff of dust because of the dry conditions, but to Kray's confused mind it seemed to be a manifestation of her attitude towards him. Which he couldn't quite put a finger on, but it seemed to be a combination of anger, disgust and being affronted. Was there a word for that? And one question kept throbbing in his brain, just as his cheek throbbed where she'd struck him: what the hell had just happened?
He really thought he'd followed his brother's suggestions to the letter. Zelos never seemed to have a problem getting a girl to talk to him. And Kratos had thought that it would be a bit easier if he chose a mortal rather than a goddess. Shouldn't she have been bowled over by the fact that he was a god? Why wasn't she impressed with the compliments he'd given her? Some of them were word for word what Zee had told him to say. It was directly after that last one that her hand had come up and cracked him right across the face. So he thought it was safe to bet that she didn't like it as much as his brother assured him a lady would.
He'd just let her do it. Even trying to block the blow might have hurt her, since she was a small woman and he was the god of strength. He didn't want to cause her harm. He wanted to... well the thing he'd discussed with his brother brought a blush to his face. Kratos danced around the subject, even inside his own mind, but it didn't change his desires. He wanted to spend time with a woman doing more than just talking.
But that seemed to be out of the question now. He'd thought of going to find a nymph, but the sort of had a history of running. Not always because they were refusing advances either, sometimes they ran to excite their possible partners. How was he supposed to know which was which though? Kratos would never want to be with somebody that didn't really want to be with him. And goddesses, well... he sort of had issues even talking to them. Which left mortals, but if this was an indication of how that was going to go, he wasn't going to have any success there either.
The woman had finally reached the crossroads, and Kratos watched as she turned, gave him a rude hand gesture, then turned and stomped towards the east. In moments, her small figure was swallowed up by the countryside and he was left standing there alone. All alone. Again.