S U R V I V O R

her heart was thudding painfully against her chest. aphrodite assumed she’d get relief knowing they were alright — only to realize one wasn’t alright. she hated to think how long this, whatever THIS is, has been going on. the goddess quickly reaches for deimos and gives him a tight hug as well, then one for ares. she felt out of breath as she looked at her fiancee, but she wasn’t about to let this go. “the girls are upstairs. i’m sure they’ll want to know you’re home and safe.” 

there was an onset of panic, realizing what he’d gotten himself into. he’d only been in the door a few moments... his heart was pounding in his chest, and there was a ringing in his ears. he didn’t WANT to need help, and didn’t want to need his mom. he tried not to flash his brother a pleading look, and focused on remaining calm. 

so erin’s dream had been false. maybe a scare tactic? to use a mortal girl was cruel, and she’d certainly have to bring it up to ares, but for now — her son needed her more. it took several deep breaths to calm herself down as he spoke, and aphrodite wished she could be braver. it was shameful to always resort to crying. 

and now he knew he was screwed. nights in his bunk spent trying so hard NOT to think, but all that had done was make him think more. truthfully, he’d thought about saying something. and he’d thought about not saying something. and once again, he was back to square one. but seeing his mom, seeing her face-- he didn’t know what else to do but be honest. it had all come pouring out, and now he knew it was a mistake. had that not been what she was talking about...? 

she’s hardly slept in days, though it only shows in her eyes. aphrodite noticed the others, sure, but her gaze was fixated on phobos. “you’re okay?” her voice was soft; delicate. “i thought – but you’re okay.” aphrodite looked over at deimos for a moment, who seemed at a lost. they were home, though. all of them.

“i’m fine, mom.” phobos took a step forward before he was nearly tackled by all five feet four inches of his mother. and to be quite honest, he was a little relieved. so relieved, in fact, that he wrapped her in a tight hug and the words began to pour out of his mouth, murmured quietly in his mom’s ear.

“It kinda s-sounds like it was sent to you, in my opinion. You weren’t actively looking for them… my guess? Either it was sent to you by one of them and someone got MAD about it, or this is a trap and WE’RE the ones in danger. Lovely options, right?” Melanie bit her lip and stared at her sister. “Well, what’s the worst they can do to me? Show me some spooky dreams?” She almost laughed, though she refrained. “It’ll be fine.” 

“God no! Why would I? I thought they were fine. The question is who. Who would be powerful enough to take on THREE war gods?” Erin’s lips pursed, weighing those options. “If it’s a trap, we don’t go to them. If this is about US, we stay here, safe. Maybe someone stronger, powerful, or at least stealthier can help them. Is M-Ares capable of sending me dreams? I doubt Phobos and Deimos would be.”

“Sometimes,” Aphrodite said distractedly, already standing up and glancing between the twins. She should have been comforting them, but at the moment, she really needed to gather her thoughts. Hiding her feelings had never been her strong suit. “Lovely – I’ll go get her.” She muttered before giving a weak smile and rushing out of the room. 

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