1

Aphrodite couldn’t sleep, something she hated. It gave her too much time to think.
She sighed and rolled onto her side so that she could look at Iban. He looked so handsome with the moonlight gently washing over him.
She sighed again, this time from awe. So what if she’d sworn off men for the rest of her life, she was immortal now, and she could bloody well break whatever promises she wanted to. After all, it wasn’t like anyone had even known about the vow.


2

Iban lay under one of the fluffy, large feather filled quilts in the room, trying to keep warm. It wasn’t helping that Aphrodite had opened the window to get to the snow on the sill and make snowballs.
“Darling, why are you making snowballs inside the our room? Surely you won’t be having a snowball fight in here, right?” He finally asked her; worried that was exactly what she planned to do.
“Hermes could come in here ay moment now with one of his snow-cannons. I wasn’t prepared last time, but I will be this year. I won’t end up with my ass frozen to a pole again!” She exclaimed, not looking up from her work.
“You had your behind frozen to a metal pole for losing a snowball fight?” Iban repeated incredulously.
Aphrodite paused for a moment and looked up at him. “We are a mean, violent clan, whose members enjoy each others’ humiliation and pain.” She stated simply. “There’s a reason I don’t want you to meet them.”
Iban stared at her for a moment, and then opened his mouth to say more. He was interrupted, however, by a snowball hitting his face, obscuring his vision and getting snow in his mouth. A sudden cry from Aphrodite told him she had been hit too, probably by her maniac of a brother.
She grabbed her fiancé’s arm and dragged him out of the room, yelling about how this was against the rules and she wasn’t ready yet and Iban isn’t even playing. Hermes just chuckled.
“And that, Pup, is how you ambush somebody.” Hermes told Aden, who was riding on his back, while he collected the ammo his sister had made. “Now, how about we go and finish annihilating them, hmm?”


3

Whenever Aphrodite got bored, she would climb up to the ceiling of one of the hallways. She would then wait until an unsuspecting Faux walked by and drop down in front of them. She has successfully done this to almost every Faux at least once, including Chuckles and Iban.


4

“Well, what’s this then?” Iban asked nobody in particular upon spotting a strange box sitting on his and Aphrodite’s bed. While he examined and opened it, she read the note that was next to it.
“To, Iban;
I wish to apologize for my actions on the day I first arrived here. It was incredibly rude of me to assume you had kidnapped my sister and shoot both you and Lief. (And break one of the windows to get in here.) Please accept this gift as part of my apology. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it as much as I will hope you will.
Signed, Hermes.”
“I most certainly will not enjoy this!” Iban exclaimed suddenly, prompting Aphrodite to look at him. She stared at what he was holding for a second, and then burst into laughter.
In his hand was a gold colored king’s crown; only the points were topped with acorns instead of gems. The one in front was bigger than the rest. Iban was not happy.
“Stop laughing!” He exclaimed. “It’s not funny!”
“Yehehehes it is! It’s hilariohahaha!” She attempted to say through her laughter, apparently finding her brother’s “gift” to be one of the funniest things ever. She was doubled over, fighting to stay up right.
“Stop right now or I’ll give you something to really laugh about.” Iban threatened, a little hurt that she found this so amusing.
“I-I don’t cahahahahare!” Aphrodite told him, even as he dropped the crown and advanced towards her. He grabbed her wrists and held her arms above her head, tickling her sides and stomach with his tail.
“Are we going to stop laughing now?” He asked teasingly and few minutes later, after she had nearly collapsed from laughing so much. She nodded quickly, falling against him when she was released.
“I-Im sorry f-for laughing at y-you. Hehehe.” Aphrodite said through her remaining giggles, snuggling into his chest.
“Apology accepted and forgiven, my dear.” Iban replied, wrapping his arms around her in one of his warm hugs and gently nuzzling the top of her head.