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STRENGTH ✷ act three, chapter three, ━━━━━ a love goddess asks for a favour. PUBLISHED. . . August 19th, 2024 EDITED . . . To Be Determined
𝕴N COMPLETE AND TOTAL HONESTY, Nabi wasn't very fond of the Goddess of Love. From technically being the reason she'd been cursed ( since the woman couldn't keep her mouth shut about her parents' relationship ... ) to jumbling up her feelings for a certain Ares girl, Aphrodite wasn't the highest god on Nabi's 'Olympian Tier List'.
However, she had food ... and Nabi was starving.
"I'm so glad to finally speak to you, Nabi," Aphrodite said, "Silena tells me all about you whenever she prays at dinner. I have to thank you for giving my daughter such love. Not to mention, Hebe and I spoke of you at our last tea party."
The Goddess of Love seemed so languid, relaxed as she spoke. It made Nabi feel a little cautious. Aphrodite had closed the big fancy doors of the room that she had entered from, claiming they needed privacy, as the two of them sat inside of the marble gazebo. From the intricately designed plates, to the stunning background of azaleas and other pretty flowers; everything about the place was beautiful.
Nabi wasted no time in twirling the spaghetti on her fork and taking a bite—she finally got her pasta. Thank the gods! Or, well particularly, thank Aphrodite. Nabi considered forgiving her for all the chaos that she had been through right then and there.
"What are you doing in the Labyrinth, my lady?" Nabi asked, politely. Grudge or not, she was still a goddess, and she'd rather not get turned into a dove or something.
"Why of course, giving people love advice, dear," Aphrodite hummed, and with a swipe of her hand, a glass of water appeared in front of them, "You aren't the only one stuck in the Labyrinth who needs help. People fall in all the time."
"Mhm ..." Nabi narrowed her eyes, warily taking the glass and sipping it, slowly.
She stared at the goddess for a little while longer, and her appearance would shift, every few blinks—sometimes she looked like Clarisse, and then Silena, and then a girl version of the Stoll brothers, weirdly enough, and then her mother. Nabi blinked that one away. It stung a little too much. But she always took the form of someone she cared about.
As if Aphrodite could read her thoughts, she said, "The goddess of love and beauty, it would make sense for me to appear as someone who you love. There's something so beautiful about mortals and their relationships, don't you think?"
Nabi nodded. Aphrodite continued, "I'm sure you know what I wish to discuss, darling."
"Erm," Nabi scrunched her nose up at that, and begrudgingly murmured, "Clarisse?"
