Anything But Clear [Aphrodite!]

[Thalia Grace]

I'M A LOVER I'M A SINNER I'M A FIGHTER GUNNA SET YOUR SOUL ON FIRE
CAN I JUST BE HERE CAN YOU FIND THE PIECES THAT I REARRANGE

Thalia had just come back from another shift on bodyguard duty with Luke. They never talked, not much, and it was more a chance for them to get a true breath of fresh air more than anything. But Thalia was always nervous, and she never knew what to do. She never knew what to say, or if she should say anything. It irritated her, angered her in ways that she couldn't explain. Then again, Luke had always gotten under her skin, just ... it had been in a good way, before, and now, she didn't know what it was. She knew that Annabeth was thoroughly angered by him. She was betrayed and she was hurt and she had always looked to Luke as her protector, but now he was her enemy. Thalia and her, though dealing with the same situation, had been in two different places. While, to Annabeth, Luke had been her hero ... to Thalia, Luke had been the one person that she could honestly call her equal without a second thought, or doubt of any sort. Now? That had all been changed. Everything had changed. Everything had changed, and it wasn't for the better. Now, they were on opposite sides. Now, they were enemies. Direct enemies.

It was like she was walking in slow motion, as she made her way outside. She had a pair of jeans on, her leather jacket, and a long sleeved blue shirt on, along with a pair of boots. The sun was bright today, and so she'd just worn her leather jacket, and thrown a scarf around her neck, so that she wouldn't be harassed by Annabeth because she was "going to get sick!" Frankly, she was kind of sick of people - Annabeth, Percy, Silena Beauregard - acting like she couldn't take care of herself. She'd done it for years before she'd gotten to camp, and she found it highly insulting that certain people - Annabeth - fussed over her like she was some sort of child. She couldn't be angry with the spunky blonde, because it was Annabeth and that was a reason in and of itself, but she could be angry at the fact that the girl was worried enough to bother her about it. She hadn't worn a hat, though - she couldn't stand hats, and she refused point blank to put one on, no matter how cold it was. Her long, dark hair was down, tucked behind her ears. She had dark makeup on today, but only because she hadn't had anything to do with herself before she had come to retrieve Luke.

The satyrs waved her their goodbyes, and continued talking with each other once she was gone. She wasn't surprised. This happened with all of the people that were on rotation, specifically her. Grover had told the satyrs at camp all about how amazing Annabeth and Thalia were, and he had once told them all about how good of a person Luke was too, and they treated her and the daughter of Athena with a sort of respectful regard that Thalia found highly unnecessary. She was just glad that they were doing so out of their relationship to Grover, instead of her parentage. If it was because of who her father was, she wouldn't have been able to tolerate it. It was the minute that the cold hair hit her, after she had closed the door to the Big House and stepped down the stairs from the porch that's wooden boards squeaked with the cold, that she saw a woman of intense beauty. Her form stayed in one set appearance, which surprised her greatly. Light eyes and dark hair - the color of the hair that Silena had when she didn't change hers' to the blonde color that she sported when she decided to change her appearance - and Thalia had to admit, she was beautiful. Then again, she was the goddess of beauty. There was no one around, and Thalia glanced back to the Big House quickly. "Chiron and Dionysus are both in there, Lady Aphrodite," Thalia said, trying to be polite. But that tended not to work out most of the time, and she took a deep breath. She knew she couldn't exactly walk away from a goddess, so until she was told to scram, or some other lovely variation, she would stand there with her hands in her pockets and her hair slightly blowing in the wind.

TAGGED ?! aphrodite!
WORD COUNT ?! seven twenty three
MUSE ?! she's just plain everywhere
NOTES ?! hope you don't mind that i started it. i'm sort-of kind-of on a roll. xDD
CREDITS ?! thanks to WHAS UP , I'M BRUNO ?! of caution two point oh for the graphics. thanks to zed for the lyrics, with his song renegade fighter.

[Lady Aphrodite]

"I'm fully aware of their presence, child." Said Aphrodite, trying to control her temper. She was not mortal. She knew about things way before they did. Of course she's sensed them before she came down here. She was no fool.

"Come. Sit." She demanded with a dark smile curled on her lips. She patted the seat next to her and eyed her mortal sister up and down. Yes. This would do quite lovely she thought. The half-blood was in denial, and for what she had planned denial was good. She very much enjoyed watching to two lovebirds deny their love for each other. She loved "Thuke" and very much wanted to see them a couple. She didn't think that her actions could very well change the prophecy, and currently she didn't care. Aphrodite was more of an "in the moment" goddess anyway.

"You're not fairing too well young one." She stated the obvious just so the child could not deny it. She could smell lovesick a mile away. "I would ask what is the stem of your problem, but you and I both now what it is...or should I say who?" She raised her perfect eyebrow up at the girl, daring her to say otherwise.

Her line of vision caught a few eyes lingering on her, and she wanted to reap in it, but not right now. Now was business. She glared her blues at the eyes, which caused them to run towards a different direction. Poor things too. She did want their attention.

"Now, do you want to tell your older sister your thoughts, or do you want me to expose you even more? It really doesn't matter. I enjoy both." She said while flicking a piece of dirt off of her nail. She hated coming down here. The air here was so dirty and unclean.

"Boy!" She said to a passerby. The child stopped and stared in disbelief like he was surprised the goddess of was talking to him, and he very well should be. "Bring us two glasses of lemonade. One easy on the sugar and no ice." She turned to her sister and said "You must be thirsty from your hard work." She eyed the boy again who was still staring at her. "Go!" she demanded and the boy scattered off. She rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair. "Mortal..."