GOD OF WAR

     “Yeah, sure,” She mumbled, taking what he handed her and shying back. The rainbow goddess was terrified of this Olympian in particular. But her curiosity always got the better of her.

     “Just– a question, though– Don’t you see her, um, like, all the time? Why send mail?”

          Ares raised a brow when he turned to her. 

[ I apologize..? Again :D but in my defence, you wanted to deal with Hermes but yeah.. tbh, he was extremely harsh on Persie, I can give you that! I’m baking that cake or two for her. Ares can deal alone with his emo phase because that wasn’t even dark!Hermes talking to him. Sorry, Ares, I love you but you are just a great big bag of dicks. Deal with it. Your little brother is just a child (compared to you) and a god of diplomacy, what else you were expecting from him? ]

                He knew how much Aphrodite loved him. How much he was lucky to have her in his immortal life. But Ares will always have a doubt stuck in his chest. You can’t blame the boy who was neglected by his own father. Having someone who appreciates you as a whole is so rare for Ares.... that’s why he was always scared. Scared that what if Aphrodite grew tired of his bloodshed? What if suddenly she doesn’t like him anymore? That scares him.

              “I know,” he quietly murmured, looking up at her when he felt his lips on his forehead.

It was Ares’ characteristic to be unforgiving, to be harsh and brutal. It was what made Ares, Ares. He wants to protect his family, he wants to protect everyone that he cares about. How will he do that if he is kind and forgiving? Ares knew the best way to serve a warning is to instill fear in the hearts of mortals. To make them realize that the god of war doesn’t condone such acts and he will punish them. He was lucky he didn’t kill him, per his brother’s request, but Ares left him bloody and broken. Just the way the god of war does his work.

He felt a bit annoyed when Hermes keeps pushing the idea of him apologizing. Him? The god of war? Apologize for what he did? Never in his life he will do such thing. It will hurt his pride. It was obvious that Ares was surprised by the sudden rise of tone of Hermes’ voice. Nobody in this bloody pantheon has done that except his parents. Nobody. He felt a bit of his blood boil, eyebrows curling into a frown. Is Ares always doing everything wrong in his life? Will nobody appreciate what he does for them? Can’t this bloody family appreciate him? Ares didn’t speak and only watched Hermes.

“You know what I did was to protect you and the others,” he muttered under his breath. Ares felt his chest squeezing tight and the only thing he could do is huff it out. He can’t let out his anger. He doesn’t want to hurt Hermes. “There are some things you can’t fix by being nice, Hermes,” He looked at his brother, his blue eyes seemed to darken after saying those words He wants to be nice but what does that give him? Hurt? Rejection? Ares wants to be strong, not nice, for them... but it seemed to him that wasn’t enough. “Forget about it.”