“ARES—!” He was trying to put his foot down. That didn’t work out.

You are easily offended.

he’s one to talk. he’s also awake at such an ( ungodly ) hour.

At least one can admit to their. . . . . Flaws.

“I wanted you to say ‘please’.” Slight huff. But arms curl around his neck. Ah, Ares. How Dite has such a ( soft ) spot for him and his impatient ways. Leaning in. Kissing his lips.

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I like you always, love.

no, no, no. it’s only fair to talk about them both.

Well, that may certainly be true indeed. And no one secret to anyone. Although one must not get too sure of himself, Aphrodite believes. “Not one to be humble, are you?” Little laugh.

Oh. . . I must go—— Flower picking!

“Mhm. That is true.” Although it is hard not to give in to such a god, aprhrodite thinks. Besides. He enjoys the kisses just as much as Ares.

. . . I want to make a flower crown. I can hear about your sword tonight!

he’s made flower crowns. far too many —. would anyone like one?

places on around her head. pretty!

a flower crown is placed around her head, humming softly. “perfect—!”

It suits her. Brings a smile to his lips.

smiling softly. “i made too many. i’m glad one of them is getting out to use!”

y a w n s.

bored, more than anything.

very much so!