Apollo
"I'm just sorry I don't see you much outside of counselling the others," he apologised. The others. Those of wounded hearts who were so often sent to his room.
"It's fine, Apollo. I'm busy myself."
He nodded. "Of course."
Awkward silence stretched on, then Apollo roused himself and asked her with a beaming smile, "So, how was your day, sister?"
**Sorry about the rubbishness of it. I'm tired and confused. |:
Hera
She lounged on a soft bed, draped in silk. In one hand she held a bunch of wine-red grapes, and with the other she popped them into her smiling mouth. She giggled at something Keritan had said, and turned her head to see where Zeus sat, grim and brooding.
"What is it, my lord? Are there no pretty young things to entertain you at this present time?"
The atmosphere changed like that. Silence descended and everyone looked for Zeus' reaction.
"No, Hera. You know I see only you."
With a sly grin she turned back to the crowd and said to Keritan in a loud voice, "It's true. He has eyes only for me. Yet there are other things which shall never be mine, but the possession of every fine-looking maiden who should ever wander past when his attentions wander."
"You are unfair, Hera," Zeus said, unmistakably angry.
"I suppose I am, yet I speak only the truth." She popped another grape into her mouth. "You dare deny the truth, my lord?"
He opened his mouth angrily, but was interrupted when a knock came upon the door.




Errrmm. Is it okay? Did I get Aphrodite right?