Tom, the Roman god of war and victory, and you, the Roman god of beauty and love. A foreign love at its best. Sometimes it felt strange, sat at opposite sides of the temple, your statue on one side and Tom’s on the other. Your alters so close yet so far apart from eachother. The empty and meaningless prayers you only rarely granted driving you two mad.

sometimes Tom would take roses from your alter, only to regift them to you in a not so confident way and vice versa.