Mighty Aphrodite

[jla_olympus]

Again her mirror shows her Charleston Harbor and the Atlantic Ocean, where more boats are attempting to blockade Themyscira. "Honestly," mutters Aphrodite. "Don't you people have anything better to do than annoy my Amazons? And show some sense of style. Frizzing went out with the farthingale."

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[jla_olympus]

"They might've," comes the voice she may or may not expect. "Had I not given them the ideas they're acting on."

His armor is off. He's in his casual clothing, and the look in his eyes should be pleasantly familiar to her.

[jla_olympus]

She raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "You come in here, announce you're the one responsible for this silly blockade, and look at me like that?" Aphrodite tosses her hair over her shoulder. "Go back to the purple-haired witch, since that is where your tastes lie these days."

[jla_olympus]

His eyebrow raises, and he smirks.

"Please. Spare me the indignance. This is what I do. I'm sowing discord and disharmony in stagnant societies. It's in the job description, my dear. I could no less stop what I do than you could stop being the most beautiful creature in all creation."

[jla_olympus]

She melts a little at the flattery, but she turns her back on him. "I'm sure she must be missing you."