Daughter of Hekate
Alkaia | 23 | Demigoddess/Witch
Alkaia was ashamed to admit... Well, no, that wasn't quite right. She could be rather open about her, eh, proclivities, in the right circumstances. Talking with some of her fellow soldiers she was fairly blatant about her feelings towards women and the lack of affection she had for men ("including you, assholes") and at taverns she might be seen with a lady on her lap, but that was different. It was advantageous and specifically planned then. Alkaia's preference for woman made her fit in among the male soldiers and in both situations stopped men from trying to put their hands on her. It was easier to make it clear they weren't wanted than to have to toss them away later and deal with both a fight and their fragile male egos when they inevitably lost. Yet, while she wasn't quite ashamed she certainly wasn't proud. She had experienced the sneers that came from onlookers, had heard the comments whispered under people's breath. Her own father, though Alkaia loved him so, had been repulsed by the idea. He didn't want to be stuck taking care of Alkaia her whole life because she was unfit to marry and he certainly hadn't liked the idea of Alkaia having to take care of not only herself but some other woman without the possibility of sons or husbands to support them.
Alkaia liked the idea of herself, was committed to it, but was frightened of the judgement it would bring down upon her. Her mother had made it clear that she wasn't watching over Alkaia, especially not when she was off entertaining herself or working with her fellow soldiers, those were not places a woman like Hekate would bother dirtying herself. That was safe, the Titan would never hear of her daughter's activities there, but this? Talking of her fondness for women in front of another Goddess? One who might very well known Hekate, or say something to one who did? That was terrifying, utterly terrifying... Yet, Maia didn't seem judgmental, in fact she looked near tears. Was it truly that bad that Alkaia didn't want people to know? She didn't think she had kicked the blonde that hard, and even if she had the woman was immorta- "-I like girls too-" Oh.
"Maia..." For the first time since she'd met the Goddess, Alkaia's tone softened with true, sincere apology. She hadn't meant to make Maia feel poorly about herself, not in the slightest, but the witch could see now how her vehement rejection might have negative implications if Maia felt the same way. Alkaia's lips curled into a quiet frown and she reached hesitantly across the table, reaching for the Goddess' hand. The waitress returned before Alkaia got there and the witch was forced to refocus. She looked towards Maia, waiting for the other woman to speak before coming to the conclusion that Maia wasn't going to be saying anything more until this was sorted out. With a heavy sigh, Alkaia thought it best to just order something generic and the barmaid wandered back with their order, this time looking a bit too concerned about the pouting patron and Alkaia's outstretched hand to try her luck at another shoulder touch.
"Hey," Alkaia tried again, folding her arms and leaning into the table to get closer. She knew they had to talk about this, yeah, but she wasn't about to yell about it. The closer they were the softer she could speak. Besides, she wanted to be able to see Maia's face, get a feel for the other woman's reactions. "There's nothing wrong with it, but that's not the kind of thing people advertise down here. Women are meant to marry and have children, and with another woman that can't happen. It's not that w-" The witch stumbled over her words, that same panicked as before flickering in her eyes. Not 'we', but she couldn't say 'you' either because that was rude. "it is wrong it's just..." Brown eyes turned to the side as the witch struggled to find a word to explain. There didn't seem to be any that she could think of that could justify the dislike people had towards same gendered couples. It just was. The rich could get away with it but only if they already had someone else, someone traditional, that they were married to. "It just isn't done." There was a raw, quiet kind of sadness in the witch's voice. Longing, that was what it was. She needed to change the topic. Now. The witch cleared her throat and blinked rapidly, staring down at the varnish of the dark wood table for inspiration.
"I think you're a child of Aphrodite." She announced, the idea coming to her as a relief. Truthfully it hadn't been a fully considered idea, just a topic she thought Maia would find attractive enough to be pulled back into conversation and out of her shell, but now that she'd said it... Well, the pieces fit rather nicely. "You are highly in touch with your emotions, blonde, beautiful, and you speak of love so freely. It's said that Aphrodite truly loves most of her children, so it might make sense why she gives you grand gifts and why you are so fond of her." The idea that one's mother would love them simply out of obligation or commitment to their child was not foreign exactly but neither was it at the forefront of Alkaia's mind. There was always a reason for love, so the little witch thought. "What do you think?"
ooc. Athena attacks Alkaia in owl form for assuming Aphrodite is Maia's mom lmfao