i am a war memorial.

        ❛     so --- hypothetically --- if i was considering heading to the war-zone in the middle east for a couple months;  would you be mad?     ❜     @vindictiveolympianqueen

          ❛     you’re asking for a broken jaw, uncle.   stop looking at aphrodite like that, got it?     ❜   @ofseismos

         ❛     ---you want an award or somethin’?   everything sucks for all of us.   you’re not some special snowflake.   let’s have a couple of shots and see how you feel, yeah?     ❜    @panhellenios

         ❛     i don’t know why you bother asking me, babe---  you look hot no matter what.     ❜     ares played at looking over both of the dresses she’d picked out, brows furrowed in fake concentration.       ❛     i guess the red one is pretty sexy.     ❜     @kythereiia

       ❛     doesn’t mean i gotta be HAPPY ‘bout it.     ❜        even through his exasperation, ares managed a grin.   a pantheon full of violent gods, and so few were comfortable with the explicit discussion of war.     ❛     thought you would.   we gotta do it together sometime soon, yea?     ❜

       ❛     it’s cute, you know, that you think you’re so important to me.   i’ve always admired your wild imagination, sis.     ❜       he nearly tore the sack from her grasp, eyes rolling at inhuman speeds.   pulling the string on the pouch, ares eyed his prize with a gleam that the twins often shared when regarding spoils of war --- as low a form as a singular organ could be.      ❛     so you mean to tell me this thing is likely riddled with cocaine?   come on, eris, i can’t use this shit!   yours was a gourmet chef who happened to be SUPER fuckin’ annoying.   where’s the consideration?     ❜

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        ❛     ugh.   sorry man.  didn’t mean to get your panties in a knot.     ❜    he hesitated, tongue wetting his lips.    ❛     dad?  gross.  no, i’d probably be covered in blood if that were the case.   nah.  tired maybe?     ❜    another long, drawn out pause.     ❛     or, okay, MAYBE it’s ... girl stuff.     ❜

      he sat silently, pursed lipped and ever deadpan as he waited for her rant to come to it’s end.   figures HE’D get the thespian twin.  he just wanted a normal, war god life full of battles and glory and bloodshed.  he didn’t need eris’ theatrics on top of that.  shoulda been hebe who got stuck with her.   ( and yes, eris, if somehow you’re listening, that’s ‘stuck with’ in the fondest way possible ... )   his expression turns a little questioning, brows arched up his forehead in the most exasperated of gestures before he pulled the bloodied organ from his pouch and launched it at her feet.     ❛     you’re ridiculous.   i’d best hope you don’t forget about tradition.  i’d have to fuck you up for it.      ❜     and then, a little more fondly, the smile etched in place.     ❛     you’re lucky i like you JUST enough to put up with it.  where’s mine, huh?     ❜

       ❛     i’ve been a lot worse than shot at, kid.     ❜    is he even allowed to CALL her kid any more?   doesn’t seem like it.  eh, he’s gonna do it anyway.     ❛     long overdue visit?   i was feeling a little bit empty and decided some TEASING was the cure.   unless, you know, you ARE gonna shoot me at any point, in which case...     ❜    he grinned.     ❛     kidding.   what’s new in your world?   any good stories i should hear?   i’ve got some too, you know.     ❜