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Lia Valencia | Aphrodite (philommeides) wrote in paxletalelogs,

A brush appeared in her hand, so like the one she always used to use to brush her boy's wild hair. But it occurred to her now that it wasn't that brush, that this wasn't Kypria -- that it had been so long since she'd wielded the power to summon such a simple, familiar object to her. Slender fingers stroked Phobos' hair and she released a soft sigh before she every so gently began to work her fingers through the blood-matted and tangled mass. So long since she'd truly touched her son, held him close to her, brushed his hair so, and even now, it wasn't real -- at least she didn't think so. Just the dream of a mortal.

Even so, she was grateful -- an unfamiliar feeling for a goddess, to be sure, and yet, there it as. And even so, she smiled at Phobos' words, glad he and his companion had managed to find each other again. Or were they ever apart? Now, it felt like ages ago, but the memories of that other life intruded more readily -- or she intruded more readily on that other life.

"I'm glad, sweeting," she said, brushing his mane back from his face. The tangles worked themselves free agreeably at her touch, and she smiled slightly. "It's a fine match. Though I do wish she would let me dress her, just once."

She smiled slightly at the improbability of that.

"So you've found each other then? Does your mortal know about you? Does hers?"