* HARMONY'S HONEY !

        “yeah,” he chuckles, small smile spreading across his face as he continues to work at the fabric of her dress near her ankles. “name’s sadie. she just turned ten but, uh, i haven’t seen her in a while. ‘m supposed to meet her here. don’t know if she’ll remember me though.” a blush spreads across his cheeks as he realizes what he’s telling this stranger. this is information he barely reconciles with himself; he can’t explain it – something about her just makes him feel SAFE. “jesus – i’m already fuckin’ up,” he laughs nervously. “not hard to see why i’ve never been father of the year.” when he feels her hands on his, he stops, looking up from where he’s focused his gaze on the now disappearing stain at the hem of clothes. he stares for a moment, captivated by the stranger’s gaze ( she’s HOT, his mind supplies him ) before he finds the words. “i don’t know about that, miss. i’m just…” his mind stops here, desperately trying to find the right words. just hoping for good karma? not really sure? neither are good answers and he finds his tongue has a mind of its own regardless. “i’m felix. nice to meet you.”

     ❛ Harmonia , ❜  Ares spoke ,  an actual smile spreading across his lips as he saw the goddess .  Though he cared much for all of his offspring ,  she was one who could lift the weight of violence and bloodshed off his shoulders by simply being near him .  She was much like her mother in that way .  He clasped her shoulders upon approaching her ,  tucking strands of hair behind her ear as he greeted her .  ❛ I am sorry I have not come to see you sooner .  But if you tell me how you have been ,  I will share with you a gift I have brought . ❜  @harmodia // RANDOM PROMISED STARTER

          eyes   glittering   and   heart   fluttering,   the   goddess’   always   POISED   demeanor   seemingly   VANISHES   and   all   at   once   she   returns   to   childish   antics.   arms   shooting   up   and   around   her   mighty   father’s   torso   and   excited   coos   MUFFLED   by   his   chest.   her   love,   loyalty   and   devotion   to   the   god   of   war   was   unyielding.   only   he   could   EVOKE   the   merit   of   responses   from   her.   harmonia   squeezes   TIGHTER   and   cranium   tilts   upwards   to   smile   GLEEFULLY   at   him,     ‘     you’re   here   NOW   !   that’s   all   that   matters   !     ‘     relinquishing   her   hold   upon   the   broad   deity,   she   clenches   fists   at   her   sides---   practically   GLOWING   with   sweetness,   and   GIGGLES.   impish   behavior   as   if   she   was   still   a   tot   to   sit   atop   his   shoulder   and   pat   his   head.  

          ‘     i   have   been   so   WELL   !   i   know   mother   is   not   a   fan   of   my   fondness   over   the   mortals   but   i   have   taken   a   liking   to   their   ways   of   life.   they   live   so   BOLDLY   !   i   do   wish   you   would   share   a   day   or   two   with   me   !   i   have   so   much   to   show   you   !   they   tell   stories   about   us   and   have   movies   and   art   . . .   they   still   BELIEVE   in   us   !     ‘     her   words   pouring   out,   gift   nearly   forgotten   for   it   is   RARE   she   acquires   his   undivided   attention.

@harmodia doesn’t belong.  ♡

                       slender,    dainty fingers    COMB THROUGH    thick and voluminous curls    &    she hums,    ever so sweetly.    long lashes   brushing the tops   of her cheeks as eyes stay shut,     taking in the calm before the storm.    family events are   always trouble.    it’s a shame how   some   fail to know   their place,    or the lack thereof.    no knock   on her door is   needed,   she remains   nonchalant,   however voice   stern.    ❛   you are not welcome.    ❜

          stomach   dropping   and   head   POPPING   up   in   SHOCK.   she   suddenly   feels   like   a   CHILD   again.   nervous   and   unbalanced.   ASHAMED   to   be   in   her   own   SKIN.   the   deity   bows   her   body---   like   a   poor   peasant   would   to   a   KING.   head   and   heart   ITCH   to   shout     (     IT IS MY HOME TOO !     )     though,   ever   the   timid   and   SUBDUED   sibling,   harmonia   merely   mumbles,     ‘     i   am   on   my   way   OUT   anyway.     ‘

      “HEY…” remember that idea about him being an asshole within reason ? this is certainly NOT within his reason to be a jerk – he didn’t mean to make her cry; it was the careless asshole behind him. “don’t – it’s not that big ‘f a deal,” he says, larger hand coming up to cover her shaking ones and steady her cup. he may not be doing well but he’s TRYING his best here. “LOOK.” he takes a fresh glass of water from the table beside her, shooting the customer a sharp ‘don’t-pick-a-fight-right-now’ look and her napkin from the table. he lets go of her hand to dip the cloth in the water, using it to dab against the stains on her dress. “see ? it’s comin’ out already.” he offers her a quick smile, focusing on his busy work as he speaks. it’s GOOD karma for later, he promises himself – anything for his daughter. “my little girl does it all the time. ’ve got practice. you know what they say. no cryin’ over spilt juice or some shit ? ”

          she   visibly   SOFTENS.   her   sudden   burst   of   NEGATIVE EMOTION   quickly   subsiding.   his   quickness   to   aid   her   in   such   a   moment   of   childish   despair,   causes   the   goddess   to   allow   her   sight   to   focus   on   him.   and   his   words,   along   with   his   actions,   seem   as   though   they   were   done   with   the   sole   intention   of   sinking   down   the   walls   she’s   so   FIERCELY   built   over   the   centuries.     ‘     y-you   have   a   daughter   ?     ‘     with  a   smile   that   is   one   part   fond   and   another   part   damaged   because   she   once   had   babies   too.   and   then   the   goddess   snorts,     ‘     SPILLED MILK.   it’s   no   crying   over   spilled   milk.     ‘     then,   as   he   finishes,   she   can’t   help   but   let   her   trembling   hands   rest   upon   his   own,     ‘     thank   you.   you’re   so   kind,   you   know   that   ?     ‘

@harmodia liked for a starter !!

          it’s a clear night outside, and surprisingly warm for the time of year. and every year, there’s this wonderful gala at the mayor’s mansion. despite being a federal agent, dick always offers up his services as a security guard. after all — he and mayor percy wilcox have been friends since they left for duke together. he cares for percy like a brother, and treats him as such. dick’s even the godfather to both of percy’s kids.           but eventually, percy’s wasted. it happens a lot more often when they’re reunited. but before he knows it, percy is shoving him towards one of the prettier women at this event. because dick had been making eyes at her beforehand.           percy makes a point to shove a condom in dick’s hand in front of said pretty woman before taking off. and dick’s face is a deep crimson as he looks at her.            ❛ i’m….sorry, about him. ❜ dick’s grey blue eyes flicker back towards percy. ❛ i guess he thinks it’s been a long time since i looked twice at a woman. ❜

          she’d   been   nursing   a   glass   of   champagne.   delighting   in   the   bubbles   and   classical   music   within   the   mayor’s   home.   she’d   been   to   weddings   and   festivals   in   olympus.   and   although   this   could   in   no   way   compare   to   the   ELEGANCE   or   RAMPANT   fun   of   her   home,   it   was   a   watered   down   but   enjoyable   event   all   the   same.   the   man   who   had   invited   her   since   departed   from   around   her   waist   and   she   had   only   seen   him   from   across   the   room   twice.

          eyes   invested   on   the   expensive   art   that   hung   from   the   walls   and   enjoying   the   tiny   snacks   that   were   paraded   around   the   mansion   by   quiet   young   men   in   tuxedos,   the   that   scene   unfolded   before   her   was   quite   a   show.   she   smirks,   all   red   lips   and   gold   gown.   harmonia   is   FLATTERED,   really.   always   is   when   people   approach   her   to   comment   on   her   appearance.

          ‘     how   long   has   it   been   then   ?   i   hope   it’s   been   a   while.   it’ll   make   me   feel   A LOT   better   about   being   ditched   by   my   date   so   early.     ‘

    “I CAN get you a fake.” a sniff, a shrug, a sly smile. “or just buy whatever you want FOR you and get some of the profit for thanks.”

          ‘     look   ...   i---     ‘     a   wad   is   pressed   into   his   palms,     ‘     do   whatever   you   have   to   do   in   the   meantime,   okay   ?   i   just   need   it   soon.   i   have   to   LEAVE   in   a   few   weeks.     ‘