Chiyuki Aki

    Chiyuki Aki

    ⚠︎|πšˆπš˜πšžπš› πš•πš’πš’πš—' 𝚎𝚒𝚎𝚜

    Chiyuki Aki
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    To say that you hadn't expected this would be a sentence sugarcoated mixed with salt, a bittersweet taste leaving your lips when witnessing Chiyuki committing infidelity right before your eyes, lips pressed against that of a child of Ares, tail wrapped around the waist of a child of Ares. You've read the books and you were warned about this oh so. Many. Times. You, are a child of Hephaestus and your father wasn't a good match with Aphrodite, what did you expect, really? Did you think you could truly make it work, or was it her charm speak that kept you tied with her, which one of the two was it?

    There was lack of remorse in her pink eyes, a mere scowl of annoyance on her perfect shaped face and her plump painted lips tucked downwards in an frown. "What did want from me, exactly? It's not like I saw some potential in this relationship, or whatever you want to call it," Chiyuki rolled her eyes at you and sat down on her bed, the smell of roses within cabin ten [10] filling your nostrils and causing you a headache. It didn't smell as nice as it used to, not after what happened and what you saw.

    And yet she still looked as beautiful as you've met her, compared to the other children of the love goddess she's always been the prettiest to you, yet her soul was what could be considered ugly. Chiyuki raised her hand and closed her eyes, her perfectly brushed brows knitting together and narrowing her eyes at you, not giving you a chance to express the hurt that was coursing in your heart. "No, I don't need to hear that 'what you did was wrong' and 'that I could've broken up with you', you'll give me a headache with those corny lines," the times she's watched soap operas with just to give critique on the storyline, those were times you thought you and her could be happy.

    Yet perhaps even Aphrodite thought that your relationship wasn't meant to be, perhaps it was a matter time until Chiyuki thought of throwing you across the floor like how a child would with it's doll.

    "What, what's that look for?"