#;war threads

continued from here with @mp-skuld

On the contrary, it wasn't the fact that Skuld had successfully managed to wrangle him to a black-tie event in favor of what she had declared was good food that got Ares tense. Wearing a tux in favor of his usual attire hardly bothered him, not when Skuld was dressed in an equally formal dress that emphasized her svelte frame. He might have wrapped an arm around the back of her waist a little to proprietary, but that helped sell the bit that they were supposed to be a married couple. In fact, Ares had all the intentions of gloating about how low Skuld had to stoop just to get a taste of the cocktail shrimp.

No, it wasn't that. Neither were the simpering mortals that seemed to flock and drift from them like moths to a flame. Not for the first time did Ares thank his own innate abilities that made mere mortals wary and downright scared when getting too near him. Skuld did most of the talking, which allowed him to scope the room.

Instincts honed through millennia of battles and war was not something Ares ever ignored. And those instincts kicked up in warning the minute the two of them stepped foot inside the brightly lit room full of mortal frippery.

Skuld was reassuring him now, as if he needed calming his temper at the moment. With his arm still solidly around her waist, he accepts the kiss on his cheek, only to lean closer, as if initiating something more. Scandalized mortals were already looking away. Lips brushing Skuld's ear, he whispered.

with @mpxhyuna from here

For all his tolerance (or more than that) with regards to Hyuna, she was still unfortunately very human. Which more or less meant she was incapable of actually feigning innocence in front of him. So the smirk that flashed across his face was amused rather than annoyed as he surveyed one of his favorite “pets” from his other business.

continued from here with @aphroditexmp

"There is truth in that," Ares shrugged, feeling the press of her delicate skin against his side. Already his blood stirred, as it always did whenever she was in the vicinity. "Don't tell me you're getting tired of it?" He says the words casually, but the narrowing of his eyes betrayed his wariness.

continued from here with @lioxmp

The laugh that escaped Ares was sharp even as he blocked the new blade the demigod swung at him. His eyes had narrowed with interest, studying the blade with just the faintest hint of envy. Fuck Hephaestus, but damn he made a good blade.

"Wound up are you boyo?" With an easy swing of his sword arm he pushes the demigod back, rolling his neck and shoulders as if needing to actually warm up before diving into this sparring practice. He didn't need it, but his vessel went through muscle memory as much as his divine soul did.

continued from here with @inarixmp

The response from the goddess before him was not entirely unwelcome, albeit surprising. The bristle of the fox ears and tail made him pause for a bit before the smirk settled back on his face. It might be too easy, to tip this obviously innocent goddess into something far more dangerous and depraved. But not so soon, not yet.

The crowd parted from him, even in so packed a place and he tugged the little goddess to the bar, which he assumed was her destination.

"You don't need a name to have fun, right?" The smile was almost feral in its appraisal, but he shrugged, casual and leaned against the bar, gesturing towards the bartender.

cause its always hot between these two @mpxinvidia

“You know, I was half expecting you to show up with more bling.” Ares drawled by way of greeting, coming up behind the demigod. In his efforts to find-not-find Aphrodite, Ares had seen plenty of those he both knew and not knew. And true to form, Ares could hardly give a damn if they recognized him or not. He paid his attention to those he wanted to. And he spotted the shimmering form of Invidia way before he even heard him and followed the scent.

Had they patched things up from their last argument? Again, Ares didn’t particularly care. He wasn’t big on apologizing, and if the demigod was expecting any beyond whatever recompense he already gave, well he was going to wait for a long time.

with @aphroditexmp

She was wearing red. Of course she fucking was. Aphrodite might be the goddess of love, but she punished like no other. She knew exactly what the effect of the color had on him, knew that he would be looking for her, and this was her answer to him. It might as well been a giant middle finger between the two of them, but she was never that crass. It was up to him to be the brute as always. Not to fucking mention that in the span of Ares dancing with a few number of guests, she was orbiting closer and closer towards Hephaestus. Her husband. So how the fuck, and what the fuck was Ares supposed to do?

Get rip-roaring drunk apparently.

For all of Amaterasu’s apparent dislike of the gala getting too rowdy, she and the other council members stocked the wet bar pretty well, giving a selection open only to deities with their heightened alcohol tolerance. At least he tried to get drunk, but ended up just watching Aphrodite as she flit about the ballroom until he could not take it anymore.

Slamming down his glass upon the bar and startling the others, he prowled to where that sin masquerading as a dress clung about her like second skin.

catching up with @hades-mp continued from here

Out of all the sorry-ass people Ares was supposed to call family, he had usually categorized Hades (and by extension his wife) as one of the saner ones. He was now about to change that opinion given the plethora of foolishness that his uncle was spewing at him.

"You know, I used to like you?" He asked with incredulity, brow furrowed at Hades' request to stop and think first before throwing punches. Who was he? Athena? Gah. Then strike two, mentioning Aphrodite and Hephaestus in one breath!

"The only thing that made sense there is the mention of the brat, who, not that it matters to you, is surprisingly level-headed for a demigod." He shrugged, eyes narrowing at Hades as they lurked by the side of the ballroom. "Where's Perse? Maybe she'll make more sense than you at the moment. Though I saw her vessel, nearly gave me a heart attack when I realized it wasn't Athena smiling at me."