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I LOVE YOU, ATHENA.
I love your cynical brow and your hard frown, your lovely curves you hide behind tough metal and your divine eyes. I want to engrave them in my heart, if only you'd look my direction once more.
See, I have worked with my hands all my immortal life. I have slaved under fire and over metal, hitting solid until it melts under my knuckles. Even then, I stand crooked as the world around me burns. Yet, with you across the room, I follow in the sword's path and melt away too.
You are exquisite. Cunning, wise, ethereal — there are simply no words to encompass your celestial being.
(why won't you look at me?)
Is it my ugly face? It must be. I am deformed and old and burnt but I am as real and handsome as all your suitors. In fact, I postulate that I am far much better for I understand what it means to be an outsider.
Oh, a flicker of grey eyes. I've interested you, haven't I, my queen?
We are not just Olympians. You are elevated by your wit and I, my craftsmanship. The other gods envy us, Thena. You know just as well as I. That is why we are cast aside — deemed the freaks of the bunch for our specialities.
I'm tired of that sordid treatment.Due time it is for us to overthrow Zeus and Hera and befall those full of mockery. We will battle with your golden spear. We will ride on my mechanical bulls. The fire will aid me, and in turn you. They will watch as we burn down their thrones.
