“Fine. I can get along with that. Works for me.” He speaks, hands linked beneath his head for support. x.com/StrikingDeity/…

The raven Ares owned flew onto its perch, cooing to announce his presence. Always a spoil sport. “You are thinking.” x.com/StrikingDeity/…

—.&

Squints. x.com/Amourisms/stat…

He continues to squint, as if to mentally undress the other. “Do what??” x.com/Amourisms/stat…

Ares just scoffed out of amusement, just using a towel to rub his neck. He just got out of a bath. “. . Alright. .” x.com/Amourisms/stat…

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. x.com/Amourisms/stat…

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. x.com/Amourisms/stat…

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. x.com/Amourisms/stat…

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. x.com/Amourisms/stat…

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. x.com/Amourisms/stat…

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. x.com/Amourisms/stat…

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. x.com/Amourisms/stat…

He's starving. .

He doesn't have any food. x.com/StrikingDeity/…

That's up to the blonde. Ares wouldn't mind grapes. . But he also kind of wants a pomegranate. x.com/StrikingDeity/…

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. x.com/Amourisms/stat…

Coughs violently.

Nothing new there. x.com/Amourisms/stat…