In which Theia Swan is a daughter of Aphrodite that refuses to fall in love, a stance that proves incredibly challenging upon a last minute trip to Volterra, Italy...
"Beauty, grace, she'll stab you in the face!"
Theia Swan/Caius Volturi
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THEIA SWAN HAD ALWAYS LIKENED LYSSA TORRES TO A PEACOCK; preening beneath the smallest ounce of attention which she went to extreme lengths to ensure her feathers obtained. Lyssa was a beautiful girl, impossible not to be considering her parentage, yet what made her dangerous was not her stunning appearance, but rather that she knew it. The sixteen year old daughter of Aphrodite had a head of perfect auburn curls that tumbled down her spine in a river of fire beneath the sunlight, as vibrant as her ambition. Her heart-shaped head speckled with the barest of freckles upon her button nose. Eyes a shade of green that could put evergreens to shame, glinting with glib amusement as she watched a daughter of Hephaestus tumble. Lips, so perfectly plumped, parting as faux sorrows tumbled forth, accented by her heavy east coast accent. Her bright orange camp t-shirt, cut into a deep V, threatening to fail as she offered her perfectly manicured hand to the girl on the ground.
The girl's deeply tanned flesh was instantly dusted in a heavy flush. Her eyes, too large for her small face, squinting as she peered up at Lyssa, the sunlight making her ruin appear as if a goddess. The girl sniffled, crooked nose scrunching as she accepted the hand offered with a look of wonder. Her feet finding the ground, though her knees were still shockingly close to the dirt as she peered up at the auburn girl from beneath her full lashes. Tightly cropped raven hair just barely brushing against her mid-neck as she seemed to strain looking upon the girl as she did. She peered upon Lyssa as if she'd hung every star in the sky, as if she was Aphrodite herself and not just her daughter.
The love she felt was all consuming in its intensity, a vibrant pink that enveloped her entire being. As prominent as the blush upon her cheeks when Lyssa met her lips in a chaste tease, her entire form shivering beneath the desire, a harsh red undertone to the dazzling pink growing far more prominent. A stark contrast to the lust that oozed from the girl she so fancied, her love was one so strongly one-sided it was almost pitiful. Theia clicked her tongue, wide almond eyes sharp as she studied the dancing aura that battled between the two girls, deliberately ignoring Dionysus and his goading remarks as he sipped languidly upon his Diet Coke.
"She will make our mother proud," Theia's voice was the finest honey, silk turned sound, a blessing to any allowed to hear it as she stared out the window of the Big House. Her eyes wide and framed with long, thick lashes, a dazzling hue of almond. Sunlight made flesh, many had used when referring to the Swan girls beauty. Blessed by Aphrodite, the Goddesses favorite daughter, and a prized legacy of Apollo; Theia stood a picture of beauty within the house, a living testament to the validity of such claims as her hair tumbled in glimmering golden waves upon her shoulders, partially tied up with ornate pins that could turn dangerous in moments. Twin daggers, elegantly concealed in a fashion only the goddess of beauty could manage, gifted to the daughter that brought her such delight. Her heartbreaker, Theia had made her mother proud, she was as sure of that fact as she was that she'd served her kin well as Head Counselor of Cabin 10 for over five years.
