Assignment #4: Setting

The Love of Ares and Aphrodite

The setting of this particular myth was the home of Hephaestus and I. Snares were strewn across our bed by my husband. They were hung on the posts of the bed and were subtle enough to go unnoticed by Ares and I. Our home is extravagant, a statement further supported by our elegant bedroom chamber. I heard the sweet sound of Ares' voice, persuading me to be an unfaithful wife. Once Hephaestus and I were trapped, I heard the disapproving laughter of the gods outside my home. I heard Hephaestus' wishes of a successful marriage in the back of my mind. I smelled the soothing fragrance of roses, which constantly surround my house. Ares' slight smell of fire from the warfare he often participated in drifted to my nose. It was a different kind of smell than that of Hephaestus, who often smells of fire from creating weapons. Shortly after embracing my husband, I felt the soft touch of Ares. When the snare trapped us, I felt Ares' body pressed tightly against mine, and the netting against my backside. I felt claustrophobic in the tight space Ares and I were crammed into. The thoughts going through my mind while Ares and I were trapped were that I was hurting Hephaestus. I began to feel guilty. My guilt did not last long, as I soon was reminded of my attraction toward Ares. I tasted the fire in Ares' mouth when I kissed him. I tasted leftovers from my godly meal earlier that day, containing ambrosia and nektar.