Aphrodite (callmedite) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-28 07:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | aphrodite, ares |
Who: Aphrodite and Ares
Where: Ares' penthouse
When: Saturday morning-ish
Warnings: Possible language, who knows with these two? XD
After having moved to NYC, Aphrodite had been hit by an overwhelming feeling of power from all of the gods and goddesses that were living in or near the city. She hadn’t expected so much of it, especially all at once. But after getting used to the feeling, she could pick out bits and pieces of certain powers. Some felt familiar while other’s were completely foreign to her.
It wasn’t until nearly a week after she had gotten used to the city (for the most part) and all of those signs of power pulsating throughout the city. Some were closer to her hotel room than others. She hadn’t found a place to live yet, which she was used to considering she had traveled so much for her job anyway. She wasn’t used to living in one place for long periods of time.
It hadn’t been until the night before that she felt something all too familiar to her. She had been working on her latest design when it hit her. There was only one person who could make her feel that much power and have the desire to go out and start a brawl. So she’d dropped what she was doing and went out to do some “research” which consisted mainly of asking questions and… flirting.
It had taken nearly all night before she had gotten an address. She decided that since she hadn’t found it until nearly three in the morning she wouldn’t just show up at that time, so she waited… anxiously. It had been so long, but going now would not be a good thing. Never wake a sleeping god from his sleep.
So after a few hours of restless sleep, she got ready and headed over to Ares’ place. Heart pounding, she knocked on the door. It had been far too long. She wanted to see him more than anyone else. She knew it was him because of that power she felt. That overwhelming sensation to want to do something completely insane, like start a fight with a stranger in a bar. Instead, she waiting as patiently… and anxiously as possible.