Aphrodite always wondered, “What is the worst that love can do?”

by nature, he was a rather arrogant man, always making sure to appear in the most grand and imposing way to his enemies, glorifying his beauty to them and displaying his great strength that had made him a golden saint since his childhood.

he never believed that anyone in this world, deserved his love. his own view of being a beautiful and charming red rose in a glass cage away from all the dirt and grime that triad to desecrate it was all he saw, about himself and the world.

so, how did you, a silver saint, manage to shatter all the beliefs he had held throughout his life without any effort?

as much as it angered him, it also confused him. his desperate desire to swallow his pride and kneel at your feet clashed strongly with his devotion to Athena and his promise of eternal loyalty to her.

doing your duty as a Golden Saint, and being preoccupied with your affection and feelings were two lines that never met. but, the feeling of longing and vulnerability that flooded the pisces saint’s heart was stronger than he thought, stronger than his loyalty to Athena even.

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“a little more! I still have time..” a slight whimper escaped his lips, categorically refusing to let go of your lap where his unarmored head was resting, as you gently stroked his locks of hair.

you were sitting on a stone chair, while he was on his knees in front of you, embracing your sides with both hands that were armored with his golden armor.

deep down, Aphrodite knew that what he was in the midst of was wrong in the dictionary of saints.

though, it's not like Athena or any of them have to know now, as long as he's doing his job to the best of his ability, what's the problem?