Nothing new there. xitter.cf/Amourisms/status/98640…
As for Ares. .
Well. . He's clouded.
More than clouded. His mind was roaming farther than anticipated, soon snapping out of a day dream as thunder roused over his head.
A grunt, and another arrow was pulled from the tree behind him. xitter.cf/Amourisms/status/98566…
Responsibilities were all too easy to forsake in periods of distress, and the gods were not exactly well known for their rationality. Which, in hindsight, explained Aphrodite’s snap decision to leave.
With no lovers to cloud his judgement, perhaps he could clear his head. xitter.cf/warlsm/status/98533963…
That's up to the blonde.
Ares wouldn't mind grapes. .
But he also kind of wants a pomegranate. xitter.cf/StrikingDeity/status/9…
He doesn't have any food. xitter.cf/StrikingDeity/status/9…
Ares had forgotten about his responsibilities and sat by the brook, rubbing am arrow head against the stone he sat on.
He was a bit lost, and feeling a bit desperate for Aphrodite's hand—but all was guarded off by the other's beaten time.
A bit too late, Ares. xitter.cf/Amourisms/status/98532…
Bad ideas are often what make the best stories.
Who knows? One day there may even be songs written about the day sweet Aphrodite’s wild defiance.
He was love, after all, and love could not be tamed. xitter.cf/warlsm/status/98503555…
That did not sound like a good idea.
Even Ares knew that.
Eventually, using the bow and arrow was just routine for Ares—throwing the weapon in defeat.
His mind was more bothered than anything, keeping to the shade of an olive tree—decorated by his lovely sister. xitter.cf/Amourisms/status/98498…
A wife only in name.
Slowly, Aphrodite allows himself to sink beneath the waterline. Perhaps he’ll take a couple of days away. Refuse to be home for Hephaestus’ return, no matter the fury it would invoke. xitter.cf/warlsm/status/98498809…
Ares knew he couldn't do much with Heph returning, left to wallow in misery whilst the arrows were pulled from the tree.
It was just. . Infuriating.
Everyone knew Ares had eyes for Aphrodite—loading the bow with a granite pointed clove.
Now he's just angry. xitter.cf/Amourisms/status/98498…
As always, he asked, and his nymphs delivered tenfold. The water was warm, but not overly so, with various flowers floating on the surface. Still, he finds it difficult to enjoy.
Hephaestus is due home within the day, and he must return to a life of secrecy. He hates it. xitter.cf/warlsm/status/98498562…
Though he didn't know what he did to upset Aph, he chose to create distance.
Most of his time by the archery post was spent thinking—biting his tongue. . Trying to think of what to say.
Ares wasn't a talker, so searching for an answer was painful in itself. xitter.cf/Amourisms/status/98498…
Aph isn’t about to apologise for his behaviour, and as he begins to strip away the layers of fabric draped over his torso, he has to fight the urge to throw something at Ares as he passes.
Far better to sink into fragrant waters, and ignore him in the same manner. xitter.cf/warlsm/status/98498293…
Ares didn't want to annoy Aphrodite—but he did walk down past the temple in order to seek out his archery range.
Doesn't hurt to practice. .
Even if he's already perfect in that aspect—softly standing by a tree drenched in arrows. xitter.cf/Amourisms/status/98498…
The inside of his temple is blissfully cool, though Aphrodite does not seem to notice as he summons an attendant to his side, and demands a bath be drawn.
Now he waits. xitter.cf/warlsm/status/98498121…
Wow. .
Okay, / R e g i n a/. .
Ares huffed, picking up the apple that rolled across the floor—working to polish it abainst the cloth that covered his waist and hips.
Aph had an attitude he loved. xitter.cf/Amourisms/status/98498…
As tightly wound as a spring, Aph watches with open offence as Ares moves away, and flounces to his feet. Purposefully knocking the apple from Ares’ hands as he returns to his temple.
P e t t y. xitter.cf/warlsm/status/98497944…
Ares wasn't going to pry.
He continued to walk until landing on a sun chair—lounging back with a towel lazily slung about his waist.
For now, he feasted on an apple. xitter.cf/Amourisms/status/98497…
Shooting Ares a glance out of the corner of his eye, Aphrodite remains silent, though his lips purse childishly.
He really is in a funk. xitter.cf/warlsm/status/98497779…
Ares just scoffed out of amusement, just using a towel to rub his neck.
He just got out of a bath.
“. . Alright. .” xitter.cf/Amourisms/status/98497…
“I don’t know,” Aphrodite mutters, resting his chin against folded arms. “Whatever it is you’re doing now.” xitter.cf/warlsm/status/98497700…
He continues to squint, as if to mentally undress the other.
“Do what??” xitter.cf/Amourisms/status/98497…
Shakes a finger irritably in his direction.
“—No. Don’t you look at me like that.” xitter.cf/warlsm/status/98497559…
The raven Ares owned flew onto its perch, cooing to announce his presence.
Always a spoil sport.
“You are thinking.” xitter.cf/StrikingDeity/status/9…
“Fine. I can get along with that.
Works for me.”
He speaks, hands linked beneath his head for support. xitter.cf/StrikingDeity/status/9…
Huffs.
“Because from now on I am straightforward with you, Ar-es.” xitter.cf/warlsm/status/98353996…