What is Love? [Open]

[cyprian_swan]

Who: Aphrodite and YOU
What: A Goddess out on a walk
Where: Anywhere!
When: The day after her post
Warnings: Dite being herself?
Note: Note where your character is and I'll respond in kind! Action tags or prose work, though I will be slower with prose

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[truailligh]

Despite it all, there are some nice things in Promenade; not having the constant death induced migraines and grief was one and the shops had some very beautiful things, like the notebook she'd picked up, leatherbound and decorated, tucked under her arm. Even the mask was beginning to grow on her although she was always relieved to remove it, allowing her skin to breathe properly and well, it began to pinch around evening anyway.

She was examining something in a window when she caught the reflection and turned to see who it was and her mouth pinched itself into a frown; whoever the masked stranger was, she was stunning, radiant even and that definitely required closer inspection so she put on her best smile, smoothed invisible creases out of her navy blue dress and raised a hand as she approached.

"Excuse me?"

[cyprian_swan]

Aphrodite paused in surprise as she was hailed. Slowly turning, she waited, an eyebrow raised under her mask. Drat those things

"Yes?" She answered finally, assessing the girl clad in navy who was brave enough to hail her, Aphrodite.

[truailligh]

The only Gods Shirley ever felt a pull to were her own, something she put down to the power associated with and so to her, until Aphrodite said her name, she was a merely a stunning looking woman.

A stunning woman who looked like she belonged in glossy high end fashion magazines.

"I had to compliment you on your dress," she said smoothly, adjusting her mask a little, "did you come here wearing it or did you find it here?"

[cyprian_swan]

"Ah, thank you, dearheart." She preened, the feathers on her mask swaying with each move.

"I found it actually." She rested her chin in one hand, thinking. "Or perhaps I just wished for a dress since I couldn't go out naked." Aphrodite shrugged then, a half-smile on her face.

[truailligh]

Dearheart? That was a new one for the books. Sounded like a granny word really, even if the accent wasn't grannyish in the slightest.

"You should see Glasgow on a Friday or Saturday night," she commented archly - although Glasgow any night the pubs let out was a sight to behold, "what little they've got on only serves to emphasise how close to naked almost all of them are."

[cyprian_swan]

"Mmm. I think I have seen Glasgow, as well as Athens and Ibiza. I've watched mortals have fun for many years."

Dite knew Shirley was not from Greece, but some things were still universal to her.

"Where did you get your dress? The color suits you."

[truailligh]

"Mortals?" Were there many Gods or deities in this city? It certainly gave her pause as Hecate was powerful enough to be dragged here, Goddess of magic and if they could be summoned to this place...

She didn't want to think about any of her own Gods. Kind and fai and loved but still, it would be hard.

"I think I must have dreamt it although it looks identical to one I have back home so it might have been wishful thinking on my part."

[cyprian_swan]

"Mmm, yes. I am not a mortal, love. You've met other gods?" Aphrodite preened at her reflection in a window, adjusting her feathers.

"Oh, you can dream things and they appear? That sounds lovely indeed."

[truailligh]

Dagda! How many Gods were going to stroll through the streets here? Was she going to have to second guess every crow, wondering if it was the embodiment of The Morrígan or maybe Nemain, Macha or Badb? Trying to recover her composure though, she nodded, straightening and setting her shoulders rigidly, a habit she'd grown into rather than out of

[cyprian_swan]

Dite's eyebrows rose at Shirley's reply. "Ah, Hecate. My dear cousin's lapdog, though she is quite powerful in her own right, though not an Olympian like myself."

She was a touch prejudiced towards her fellow gods, but only just a little.

[truailligh]

"How can you-" she bit her tongue there because this could backfire on her horribly and she didn't even know which Goddess this was still. "And which cousin would that be?"

Might help to narrow her options down somewhat.

[cyprian_swan]

"Persephone, of course. I forget how exactly she is related to me, though." Dite smiles.

"Oh, I am being so rude. I am Aphrodite." She continued on, unknowingly answering Shirley's unspoken question.

[truailligh]

Oh yes, she knew who Persephone was but Hades had always been the more interesting of that particular couple; that nice little morbid streak of hers rearing its head again.

Behind her mask, one eyebrow arched and she was glad that so much of her face was hidden from view at that moment?

"Really?" She asked, a concerted effort on her part at keeping her voice free from any sort of tone.