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Sparring always left the two women exhausted, aching everywhere and ready to sleep forever, this specific match was different though, they fought with such intensity that Athena was truly worried she may have upset the nymph somehow.
But when they sat down, spears lazily tossed aside, her anxieties melted, looking into the eyes of her nymph love made her feel all strange and warm inside, as if her insides were doing somersaults.
It was a good feeling though, the goddess of wisdom wouldn't deny that fact. Knowing that just one glance from a nymph could have her absolutely melted and soft in her arms should have probably scared her under different circumstances, but here?
It just made her smile widely, laying back onto her lap, closing her eyes to let her thoughts rest. The incessant ache of her muscles nagged away at her and she smde a somewhat strangled groan, one that Pallas picked up on and giggled lightly at.
Just the sound of her voice made the goddess of wisdom absolutely crumble, she who was meant to stand tall and always had an answer, meant to be an unending sign of pure strength for all.
But she could let go of that with her, let go of everything and just be herself.
A feeling she felt blessed with every day.
She often found herself waking up, curled around the smaller nymph, arms around her waist and nose buried in her soft locks of hair, feeling the gentleness of her skin, how it felt so cool and yet sparked such a warm in her fingers as she drifted her hands over each spot, every curve of her.
The slight muscles of her arms and how the scars that ran through them each had a story.
All of the freckles dotting her skin, creating imaginary constellations that only Athena knew of, tracing them gently as she slept.
The way her hair shone in the morning light, or how her eyes fluttered slightly when she began to wake up after their slumber, yawning as though she had just been awoken from a lifelong nap, blinking like a stunned puppy.
She'd take the soft hand in her own, calloused and rougher with many night spent writing and creating new art forms, and just hold them, relishing in their constant source of warmth.
Everything was so perfect, she'd never change a thing.
Athena opened her eyes and spotted Pallas staring at her with happy eyes, maybe going through the same monologue she had been?
She wondered if Pallas could ramble about every feature of her too, or if she wished for this moment to last forever.
Of course, all things come to an end.
That was something she'd been taught.
But right now, curling around each other, arms around one another and legs entwined, as the two drifted off together. Forgetting the aches of their muscles and the seriousness of the sparring match in favor of cuddling and sleeping, bathing in one another's warmth.
Everything was perfect.