Aphrodite her fingers against her throne on Olympus. She liked her throne compared to the other thrones. It was more fashionable and in style. Hers was a silver chair with a pink velvet cushion on the seat. On the back it had her name carved in a fancy cursive. Of course, Hephaestus had made it for her. She had always made sure it was in tip top shape. Someone came through the door. She looked up hoping it was Ares. Nope, just the janitor. She sighed. She quickly stepped off her throne, elegantly of course, and shrunk back to human size. She opened the door and decided she was going to just walk around the Olympus streets.
Aphrodite had on her cute yellow sundress on with some black flats. She might have been more then a millenia old, but that didn't mean she couldn't dress in style. As she walked through Olympus she had a bright smile on her face. Everyone smiled back at her and told her, "Good morning m'am," or "You look lovely today." She had replied with either a 'thank you' or a 'good morning.' She had found a little fruit stand and had bought an apple. She hadn't quite eaten lunch yet and was feeling quite snackish. She still knew it would mess up her lipstick and lipgloss, but she didn't care. She would just reapply it. When she had finished she had taken out her mini-mirror out of her pocketbook, and had reapplied her lipstick and then put on her glitter lip gloss on top.
After she had finished, she was bored again. Then the thought had come. She would go to the mall. She went down the elevator in the empire state building to lobby. She continued walking to the mall until she saw a cute little by. She smiled. She decided she would visit her kids. Just once. The last time she had visited her kids was like 8 years ago. The gods couldn't be mad at her. Could they? She shrugged to herself. All well.
When she had appeared at the camp, it was empty. She walked to cabin 10. It was empty. She looked at her watch, 12:00. They were probably eating lunch. Then one of her sons had come through the door.
Oliver was having one of the best days of his life. He hadn't ever stabbed something with a dagger before, or dodged a large Ares kid trying to trample him. And the food, oh gods, Oliver was in heaven. He could eat as much as he wanted whenever he wanted it. Life was perfect, and the boy finally knew where he wanted to spend the rest of his life. Here, at Camp Half Blood, doing stupid things that he had only dreamed of before.
He was just going to take a nap before someone tried to teach him archery, cabin seven, if he remembered right. As Oliver pushed open the door, he saw a woman standing in the center of their cabin. Stopping in his tracks, he debated using his paintball gun, still laying next to the closet near the door. The Hermes cabin was having a bad impression on him, but he loved pranking people with them. It was some of the thrills he had dreamed of when he was living with his dad, or at private school.
Then again, this could be someone important. Or a monster. A monster. Oliver still had his dagger, and his skills that he had learned earlier in the day. A smirk formed on his face as he decided on his course of action. Sneaking up on the lady, he quickly wrapped his arm around her neck, pressing the edge of his blade against her neck. Oliver was pleased to find he was just about all tall as her, making it easy to hold his position. "Whoever you are, you aren't going to hurt anyone!" he threatened, feeling pretty good about himself.
When someone had come through the door, she was starting to turn around to see who it was. Instead she was grabbed by her neck and had a dagger at her throat. She quickly managed to grab the dagger out of the person's hand and threw the dagger across the room. She pried the person's hands off her neck and turned around. "I am your mother! How dare you put a dagger on my neck!" She yelled at her son. She gasped for some air and took a good look at her son. He looked just a little like her. They had the same hair color of course. He was almost the same height as her which was very upsetting to her. "I see you have made it to Camp Half Blood safely. Have you made any friends yet Oliver?" She asked him. She might've had a lot of kids, but that didn't mean she couldn't remember their names like the other gods and goddesses. Aphrodite sat down on one of the beds and looked around. It was a cute little cabin all in pink. It did smell like perfume, Chanel perfume must she say. She had already owned the Chanel perfume. But at least her daughters were keeping with the latest fashion trends. Everything in their closets was either a hot pink or light pink. "Where's your bunk?" She asked him with a smile.
Oliver watched a spiraling blade fly over to his bed, lodging itself in the sheets. The demigod frowned and crossed his arms at the woman, who called herself his -. Wait. His mother? Most people would've immediately apologized, but the boy had no intention of doing such a thing. "Oops, did I dare?" he asked with a frown, walking to his bunk, plucking his dagger by it's hilt from his suitcase. Oliver looked at the new hole in his suitcase, thankful none of his clothing had been stabbed when the blade hit it.
Plopping himself on his bed, one of the few not covered in pink and perfume, he raised an eyebrow at his mother. So this was the lady that engraved a dove on his hand? Oliver sat silently observing her for a moment, identifying a few similarities between them. "Yes, just a few," he muttered, knowing he only really had two. Anna from cabin six, and then Jack from cabin five. They weren't much but he liked them enough. He chose not to answer her second question, placing his hands behind him to support him up on the bed.
Looking at his left hand, still having the black outline of a dove on the skin between his thumb and index finger. "Couldn't you have just told my dad who you were, instead of giving me this?" he asked, showing Aphrodite the mark on his hand. Oliver didn't move from his bunk, bot hoped she could see it, or at least knew what he was talking about.
Aphrodite rolled her eyes at him. She carefully watched him take the dagger out of his suitcase. "I hope I didn't ruin your clothes. But if I did, I can get you some new clothes." At the thought of shopping, Aphrodite smiled. She loved shopping, and to her he could use a new wardrobe. She did have some money on her, but she could always just use her credit card. And they could spend 'mother-son' time. At least they weren't going bowling. She cringed at the thought of bowling. It messed up her nails and the shoes were impossible to match anything with. She could always charmspeak the other teams into playing badly. She shrugged at that thought. But it still wasn't worth it. She just got her nails done and she didn't want to ruin them. Golf on the other hand you could pick out cute preppy outfits, but it was bowling. She rather just go bowling.
When Oliver answered her question she snapped back to reality. "Oh really? Who? Maybe I know there mom or dad." She said. Then a devious smile appeared on her lips. "Have any crushes?" She asked him. She noticed he had ignored her first question, she shrugged. She just guessed that was her son's bunk. When he left for lunch or dinner, she could always change his side of the room.
When Oliver asked the question about his father, not telling him, her face turned pale. She decided to ignore that question like he had ignored her second question. But she knew she couldn't escape that question for a long time.
Oliver raised an eyebrow at his mother, at the mention of clothing. "They're fine," he snapped rudely, sliding the blade of the dagger around his fingers. Aphrodite seemed to daze off for a while, just as the demigod had expected her too. He continued to flip the dagger around by his fingertips using the blade to his advantage.
Almost choking at Aphrodite's words, he threw his dagger over at his suitcase once more. The blade lodged itself in the floorboards next to his suitcase, the handle gleaming in the bright light. "Wow, how stereotypical of you," Oliver commented snidely. He wouldn't have been as negative if he was taking to anyone else, but this was his mother. The mother that left him with his father alone, with no warning. "Anna and Jack, that's their names, "[/color] he said softly. "Athena and Ares, but no, I don't have any crushes."
Oliver looked at his mother once more, and raised an eyebrow. The color seemed to have drained from his mother's face, at the mention of his father. "Don't like talking about dad, huh?" he pressed, raising and eyebrow. "He's getting married you know," Oliver added, watching Aphrodite's facial expression.
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Subject: Re: oh hello (moon) [non-event] Sat Aug 24, 2013 7:43 pm
Aphrodite Goddess of Love and Beauty
Aphrodite raised her hands up in surrender. "You don't have to be mean about it. I was just trying to be nice." She snapped back at her son. She at least was trying to get to know her what happened in the last 13 years of her son's life. When Aphrodite saw Oliver flip the blade with his fingertips, she raised she raised an eyebrow. "Where did you learn that from?" She asked him. To her he seemed more like a Ares kid then an Aphrodite kid.
"Well, what did you expect the goddess of love and beauty to talk about? Football?" She said sarcastically and rolled her eyes again. She sighed. She thought going to see her kids would've been more.... fun. They could've talked about clothes or their crushes. But this was the total opposite talking to Oliver. Don't get me wrong, she did love Oliver. But they were so.... different. "Oh that's nice. Do you like them? I mean as friends." She said. She wrinkled her nose. "Athena." She said sourly. "She never dresses in style and she's annoying with her stupid facts and wisdom. Anna is probably like that to, so looks like I don't like one of your friends so far." She said and shrugged as almost saying 'all well I tried'. She smiled at the sound of Ares. "Ares huh? How's Jack?" She asked him with a devious smile.
Aphrodite quickly looked at the window, hoping another kid of hers would come. When Oliver said, "Don't like talking about dad, huh?", she looked down. Color came back to her face when he said he was getting married. "Oh that's good. To whom exactly though?" She asked him.