Next to Godliness || Aristaeus&Athena
No one much called him Aristaeus, save a few he was willing to allow be settled in their old ways, Athena included. Like Apollo she was one of the few Gods who knew that he was aware of his past self and he was content with this because while they debated the curse together she never tried to force his hand. He could sense parts of her perhaps wanted to but she had voiced to him how important it was for her to be a newer version of herself, to return to her Godhood changed. Theo admired that, even if he felt, quite frequently Athena was...
“I wish you were not so hard on yourself,” he commented, taking a sip of his wine as they sat in his living room of the small cabin on his olive farm. She’d visited a few times, the modest home of his filled with various books on beekeeping, farming, wine making, and a few on tanning and drying meats. The most obvious object in the room was a wooden wine shelf that took up an entire wall of his living room, the brilliant shades of red shifting in the fires light. “There are other Gods more deserving of that.”
Resting a hand on his jaw he focused his gaze on her. “How have your efforts been going, though? At the lawfirm?”
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