Post by Cuppy on Sept 4, 2020 6:37:08 GMT
|| It's Aphrodite! ||
(with cupcakewrites)
Aphrodite:
When all is said and done, all the glasses empty and all the dances danced, there is only one thing left do: worship your Goddess.
After all, I’ve showered them with my divine waters from below the earth, broke open Aphrodite’s fountain, so they can have a sequel...I mean, have a happily ever after on Kalokairi.
And what a spectacle it had been, leading to the unexpected wedding. It was almost Shakespearean, I might say, and I had been very pleased with myself. Donna and Sam, Sophie and Sky, Rosie and Bill, Harry and Hot Greek Guy, Tanya and donkey balls. Yes, it had been perfect.
Yeees, you might suspect that I had not only done this from the goodness of my heart, but with a little clever plan as well: with Aphrodite’s fountain open, and the hotel finally getting some direly needed renovations, the worshippers should overcrowd Donna’s rooms, drink from my essence (not in a gross way) and kiss the ground I figuratively walk on.
Yet...they did not. Guests were still scarce in the hotel, and finally I got too impatient.
With a snapping of my fingers I appear in the yard, right beside my fountain, and my hands go down my dress and into my hair to make sure I look my very best. Of course I look my very best, there’s no one prettier than me.
“Donna!” I yell through the yard, and I am already a bit cross that my appearance got unnoticed. “Your friggin’ Goddess is here, so stop snoozing and come here.”
After all, I’ve showered them with my divine waters from below the earth, broke open Aphrodite’s fountain, so they can have a sequel...I mean, have a happily ever after on Kalokairi.
And what a spectacle it had been, leading to the unexpected wedding. It was almost Shakespearean, I might say, and I had been very pleased with myself. Donna and Sam, Sophie and Sky, Rosie and Bill, Harry and Hot Greek Guy, Tanya and donkey balls. Yes, it had been perfect.
Yeees, you might suspect that I had not only done this from the goodness of my heart, but with a little clever plan as well: with Aphrodite’s fountain open, and the hotel finally getting some direly needed renovations, the worshippers should overcrowd Donna’s rooms, drink from my essence (not in a gross way) and kiss the ground I figuratively walk on.
Yet...they did not. Guests were still scarce in the hotel, and finally I got too impatient.
With a snapping of my fingers I appear in the yard, right beside my fountain, and my hands go down my dress and into my hair to make sure I look my very best. Of course I look my very best, there’s no one prettier than me.
“Donna!” I yell through the yard, and I am already a bit cross that my appearance got unnoticed. “Your friggin’ Goddess is here, so stop snoozing and come here.”
