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𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 the daughter of Aphrodite and the son of Hermes, under the watchful eyes of the gods, found solace only in each other...
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⋆☀︎⋆₊⋆˚୨୧⋆₊⋆ ☀︎⋆ ೃ❦⁀➷ ▎MOTHER'S BEAUTY ▎ a pawn in a stupid game ━━ׂׂૢ
𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗬 𝗩𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗜𝗟𝗔 at the stalls, I sought solace in the tranquility of the woods. With a small portion of food clasped in one hand and a flickering glass of fire in the other, I ventured deeper, yearning for a quiet spot. A serene clearing beckoned me, and with gentle care, I set down the glass upon the earth with the food in it and the flames were dancing in silent reverence.
"Mom," I whispered softly into the air.
The familiar rustle of leaves echoed around me, a comforting prelude to her arrival. And then, there she stood, my mother, her presence a beacon of warmth amid the shadows.
"Oh, my dear child," she murmured, enfolding me in a tender embrace.
"I feared you wouldn't come," I confessed.
"Why would you doubt that? Your call always guides me to you," she reassured me, her smile soft and reassuring as we parted from our embrace.
"I seek your counsel," I began, as we settled onto a fallen tree trunk.
"About Luke," I ventured.
"Your boyfriend? What troubles you?" she inquired, her eyes filled with maternal concern."We had our first fight as a couple." I said
"Oh, my dear, it's perfectly natural for couples to encounter such hurdles," my mother reassured me, her voice a soothing balm.
"I feel like my trust in him is wavering away." I confessed softly.
"And what has led you to feel this way, my dear?" my mother inquired gently.
"It seems like he's constantly evading the truth whenever we discuss serious matters," I explained.
"And what exactly has he been dishonest about?" my mother pressed further.
"It all started from our argument about the master bolt. I confronted him about how he's changed since our visit to Mount Olympus. I accused him of being the lightning thief, and throughout the argument, it felt like he was hiding something," I recounted.
"But, darling, do you have any concrete evidence?" my mother asked, her concern evident in her tone.
"That's the issue; all I have are suspicions," I admitted.
"And how did he respond to your accusations?" my mother asked.
"He kept denying it, insisting he would never deceive me. But I find it hard to believe him," I confessed.
