What fools these mortals be

Pallas Athena: Goddess of Wisdom, War, Heroic Endeavors, and much more. Minerva Hall: Assistant Librarian, reader, note taker, and not much else. {A Divine Mortals Rp}

[ofthetorches]

Don’t worry about me, Athena, really. I can handle anything they can throw at me.

[matteiathena-blog]

You are my best friend. Psyche says I am allowed to worry. So I am exercising that right.

[ofthetorches]

I’m not a fragile, wilting heroine, Athena. I can handle the occasional skeevy bastard. And don’t get me wrong, I do like the people. It’s just not the kind of like where I want to spend the rest of my life with them. I’ve already got that. It’s just sharing a small something with someone else. I’d rather keep it simple than risk ruining a brief, good moment.

[matteiathena-blog]

I know that. I just do not want you getting hurt. I get that you do not have the same ideas as me. I am not asking you to have them. I just wish I did not have to worry about you getting hurt but someone you bring home. I should have just moved in with you. I just do not want you to get hurt. Is that so wrong? And do not say bastard I do not like that word.

[ofthetorches]

I don’t mind it all that much. There’s plenty of nice people in my life. I just don’t sleep with them all the time. [sighs] I just don’t see intimacy like you do, like something momentous. For me its something to do when you’ve got a warm bed on a cold night.

[matteiathena-blog]

But you could get hurt. Remember you are not immortal anymore. They could hurt you. Besides would it not be better to at least like the people?

[ofthetorches]

Of course I can be with nice people, Athena. I’m just often…not. And I’m okay with that.

[matteiathena-blog]

But I want you to be with nice people. Some of them are really mean. I do not like them.

[ofthetorches]

Don’t worry, it’s not out of some great lack of self-respect, or anything. I just don’t care to have standards. 

[matteiathena-blog]

But I want you to be with nice people. Is that so much to ask? [She nuzzles into his shoulder.]

[ofthetorches]

Obviously you seem to think my standards for hookups are a lot higher than they actually are. You’re going to be disappointed.

[matteiathena-blog]

But you are so great. Why not have some standards. Please?

[ofthetorches]

Good, as long as we’ve established that you’re great. But come on, Athena, he had a winning smile and a great butt. What was I supposed to do with that?

[matteiathena-blog]

[Athena sighed but let it go.] Dionysus he had a tattoo that was misspelled and he called me sweet cheeks. He was not a good match for you.

[ofthetorches]

Sure, I’d tell you you’re not great, but that’d be lying. What I like about you, Athena, is that you’re so you. You’re so fiercely true to yourself, even if no one else gets it. I admire that. [sighs] Alright, alright, I wasn’t interested in his pants. I was interested in what was in the pants.

[matteiathena-blog]

[Athena snuggles back into his shoulder.] You are pretty great too. [ she makes a face.] Gross. He was not attractive Dio. You could do better. Can I braid your hair?

[ofthetorches]

I guess they are usually negative words, but you’re just so great you make them wonderful. Just like how you can make a sweater that would be hideous on someone else look like a million bucks. And, true, they were just black slacks, but I think they were made out of something fancy, like boyfriend material.

[matteiathena-blog]

Why does everyone say something mean about my sweaters. They are sweaters. And I am not that great. Stop saying that. [she shakes her head.] They were made of cotton Dionysus. Why are you trying to confuse me?

[ofthetorches]

You’re the absolute best kind of fussy and stuck up, trust me. I wouldn’t want you to be any other way. And I doubt I would have got into that waiter’s pants anyway, so no harm was done.

[matteiathena-blog]

Are they not two negative words Dio? Would you not want me to be nicer? And why did you want the waiter's pants? They were just black slacks.

[ofthetorches]

No, honestly, I’ve never been embarrassed by you. If you weren’t all fussy and stuck up you wouldn’t be you, and that would suck. Like, that would seriously suck.

[matteiathena-blog]

I am not fussy. Am I? I mean I do not think I am. Why would that suck? I think it would be better if I was not stuck up and fussy. And I clearly scared away that waiter you wanted.

[ofthetorches]

No, darling, of course I’m not embarrassed by you. It’s pretty endearing, actually.

[matteiathena-blog]

Not even a little bit. I know I am pretty embarrassing. [She looks down at her clothes. and tugs at the bottom of her dress.] I mean I know I talk funnily and I do not wear modern clothes well and my hair is always braided. I am sure I embarrassed you when we went to lunch the other day.

[ofthetorches]

You’ll get better with practice, I’m sure.

[matteiathena-blog]

Was I better in ancient Greek? Are you embarrassed by me?

[matteiathena-blog]

Dionysus and Athena

[yagodichjagodic]

Lydia & Allison.

[mamapsyche-deactivated20150511]

Oh, I loved the festivals. I never went, other than when I was mortal, but I adored them.

[matteiathena-blog]

[Athena Shrugs] There are just so many people at them. I do not like all the noise.

[godfreyeadwulf]

"You know damn well where it’s wandered off to, you little minx." Hermes replied, shaking his head a little. When she rested her hand on his chest, he covered it with his own, pulling her close around the waist. "Make me, dearest." He told her smugly.

[matteiathena-blog]

She chuckles. "I am the minx? You are the one that keeps trapping me. I do not think you have left me alone for five minutes. You have started to make my mind wander." She smiles up for a moment before her free arm goes around his neck pulling him gently to her face but not quite far enough. " Oh you do not look like you are pouting now. May I kiss you?"