Aphrodite
The Foam-Born Goddess of Desire and Strife
Love is a weapon, darling — and I’m lethal.
I didn’t ask to be worshiped — though you do. I didn’t ask to be blamed — though you always will. I am desire, I am discord, I am the girdle that makes mortals tremble. I’ve whispered in queens’ ears and driven heroes mad. Don’t look at me like I owe you peace — I owe you passion. And if your heart breaks? Well… beauty’s a cruel mistress.
What I'm Into: golden girdles, Ares at dawn, mortal longing, Cyprus winds, Adonis' last bloom
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