#aresisgodofwar

For @aresisgodofwar​, welcome back! 

         "...Hey." Apollo's greeting is casual, maybe a little forced. It's the first proper thing he's said to Ares in what seems like months. The Sun King stands at the corner of his property, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his linen slacks, feet not quite touching the ground. He smiles almost bashfully, expression half hidden by the fall of his hair when he drops his gaze. "...Been a little while. You look... good." 

         Ares looks better than good, in actual fact. His presence reminds Apollo of easy afternoons at farmer's markets and a slow, surprising coil of want in his gut. The Sun King had forgotten that attraction could really be just that uncomplicated...

❛ i’m just --- i’m just STANDING here watching the world as it FALLS around me. ❜

“Is there trouble?”

HE TILTS his head idly, his arms stretching behind his back for a moment as he cocks his head to the side with a brow quirked. HE FIGURES that Ares must have some semblance of worry as he otherwise seems TENSE. He frowns a little before sighing softly and rubbing the back of his neck.

@aresisgodofwar replied to your post “It’s 2018 and I still see discussions about whether Thor would be...”

Thor is canonically stated to have less than zero interest in the civil war. Why are people arguing over it? x'D

Thor watching human’s wars like

“That’s not exactly the face I thought you’d make” Erik spoke confidently, cockily. There was a certain grogginess to his voice, a note of exhaustion. He laid in the bed, entirely nude if it wasn’t for the bedsheet that modestly covered part of his groin. The God continued to walk around, fidgeting with all his trivial belongings: The scrolls and missives he was supposed to deliver, the contents of his satchel, the Cursed Blades he wielded— and for a moment he could’ve sworn he saw him focus a moment in the scent of his clothes. All in all, the expression in Ares’ face was one of satisfaction, perhaps derived from the past hours they’d spent together that night. The Mighty being walked with the same confidence the Outlaw felt— and with the same number of garments. Despite having explored his body thoroughly just a moment before, Erik found himself mesmerized by every crease and bevel on the other’s figure, by the perfect roundness of his pectoral muscles and glutes, the way his quads tightened with every step and how his stomach swelled after every breath. “Come back here” Erik said as he patted his lap “Bet you got some good stories I haven’t heard yet” the Outlaw teased.