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I wrote an Emir/Aphrodite blurb do you want to read it?
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“I’ll want to meet the person who got the greatest man I’ve ever met.” Aphrodite met his gaze. “Because they must’ve done something right. And maybe I’ll finally take that world trip I’d been threatening to take.”
Emir nodded. “Would you find someone?” He asked, his heart clenching at the idea that anyone else would touch his Dite. No one would ever come close to deserving her. He had always resented the idea that she was anything but the most glorious thunderstorms or the most beautiful meadows. Demanding, sometimes destructive, but consuming and enchanting.
She shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. I’ll be a great aunt to my siblings kids either way. It doesn’t really matter.”
“It matters. You matter.” Emir shook his head. Her soft hazel eyes were still staring at him. “And I’m not sure anyone will ever deserve you.”
“You deserve someone better.” Aphrodite swallowed.
“There’s not a chance in hell that anyone is better than you,” Emir said softly.
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@riotwagon- Aphrodite stared at Emir pressing her lips together for a moment before finally opening her mouth to speak, her shoe automatically scuffing the floor. “My mom always called me a storm; my dad called me an autumn leaf, maybe I’m both. Maybe I’m neither. Maybe you’re the ground begging for my rains, the one to welcome me when everyone else dreads my coming. Maybe you’re the tree trunk that holds the good parts of me when the rest of me falls away. I want to know. I want to be the person you share your life with, your adventures, your failures, your successes. I want it all but mostly I want you to be happy. To feel the sun and run free, to know that the world is brighter than that fucked up show allows us to think it is. I want you to find your sun and allow them to turn your world.” “What if it’s not you?” Emir asked glancing at her, his Aphrodite. “Then you better bring them home for holidays. Athena would never forgive you if you miss Christmas,” Aphrodite answered quietly. “And what about you?” Emir turned to her fully, her auburn hair had come loose in small tendrils from the braid she had so carefully done. It framed the scar he had given her, the one that mirrored his own. It made her once almost perfect face perfect.
