Greek and Roman Mythology
Nike Flying
by LayALioness (orphan_account)
“That’s Medusa,” Aphrodite says, nodding over at the pair. “Apparently they met online." “She looks--nice,” Nike says. “It’s just a fling.” The smile she gives her is soft and nice, like always, but it’s a little pitying, too. “You’ll always come first to her.” “It’s not like that,” Nike says, automatic, because it isn’t. It’s never been. She’s sure some part of her is in love with Athena, and always will be, but in the same way she’s in love with sprinting barefoot through wet grass, or staring at the stars from her rooftop, or caramel-apple-spiced scones.