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I'M FLATTERED REALLY, THAT THE GOD OF WAR LOVES ME.
But honestly, have you seen the gray of my rose tinted life?
I caught you didn't I, my warrior? You must believe I live through elegance and fight with my charm. You must believe I am a little girl who plays dress up and waits for her prince. You just think I'm all things pretty and nice.
Oh, how thoroughly mistaken you are.
It's true, I must confess, that I have a penchant for glamor. It is also not false that I value my beauty.
Yet no one has seemed to notice the apparent danger of me.
Aphrodite? Dangerous? Preposterous, they would say.
That is exactly what I need.
In your world, death comes with a mighty swing of a sword or a charge through the fray. In my world, death eats at you slowly and sickly, because love undoes you gradually.
