Battle and Bloodshed

Ares Alex Donovan. 29. Owner of Olympic Fitness. Call to set up an appointment with a personal trainer. We also accept walk-ins. No relation to Stephen Amell

[incorrectgreekmyths]

I’m just here to carry the heavy stuff. The union says thinking rolls me into overtime.

Ares (via incorrectgreekmyths)

[ofbourbonrevamp-blog]

[alex-ares-donovan]

“In what context?”

[david-eros-reese]

He watched the realization of what he was asking play across Ares’ features, though he kept himself composed as the other fully considered the idea. It was strange for him to be asking this of his father– he had never been a fighter, as his brothers had. He had not been made with the purpose to go to war or encourage mortals to go to war in his name; instead he had fallen in line with his mother, bringing mortals together to continue on human kind, and ripping them apart when they no longer deserved the happiness given to them. But things were changing – and Eros had always been adaptable. “I know she’ll be upset– and I get why, but I don’t care. This…” he trailed off, clenching his jaw for a moment before taking a deep breath. “It’s something I need to do. And I want to get started as soon as possible.”

[alex-ares-donovan]

The longer he stared at his son, the more he wanted to help him train. Half because he liked the idea of his son wanting to do what he did, if even for a spell. The other half was because he knew that Eros would need his help getting started more than anyone else. Most of his recruits were rough around the edges, or showed signs of being able to handle such fighting through either their looks or actions.  Eros had neither going for him. At least, not yet. Ares pointed to his son’s hair. “First step– cut the hair. Short as mine. Don’t give the opponent any more advantage than they already have–– and at this point, they definitely have the advantage.” He took a step towards him, giving him a faint smile. “But that’s what we’ll work on next.”

[missnu93]

[hera-mcqueen-deactivated2015101]

Eve stopped smiling for a moment. She knew her son had problems in his marriage, it was to be expected when the wife is a serial adulterer, but the Goddess had no idea that the relationship had ended all together. “I’m sorry, Ares. It would seem we both chose the wrong people to give our love.”

[alex-ares-donovan]

“I think it’s past the point of being ‘sorry’,” Ares admitted with a small shrug. “If it had happened just once, maybe even twice, it would still be a tragedy. But now I’m willingly putting myself back there. And I don’t care. I’ll do it again without hesitating.” He paused a moment, thinking back on the most recent hardship. “Eros would have some deep and meaningful shit to say right about now,” he huffed, trying to lighten the tone of their conversation if even slightly.

[hera-mcqueen-deactivated2015101]

“Same person that wrongs me every time, the ultimate wronger, the mighty Zeus.”

[alex-ares-donovan]

“So you and dad are doing well,” he responded dryly. “About as good as me and my son’s mother. And my son and his soon to be ex-wife.” He paused a moment. “We don’t have a very good track record, it seems.”

[hera-mcqueen-deactivated2015101]

[alex-ares-donovan]

“That’s not a nice look. Who wronged you this time?”

[david-eros-reese]

Eros almost lost his nerve at Ares’ jab, but the idea had been entering his thoughts too often to allow himself to push it to the side at something as simple as the sneer– despite the fact that, in their true lives, he worked closely with Aphrodite to give and take love within the world, he was the child of the god of war, as well; and though his own frustration and rage would never reach the levels that his father was known for, the way his life had been playing out lately was causing his self-control to wear thin. “I want to start training,” he blurted out once they were alone, his tone firm despite how quickly the words escaped him. “I just– I need something new to focus on. I figure this might be what I’m looking for.”

[alex-ares-donovan]

His brows furled at the words, opening his mouth to give Eros a snide reply about them being in a gym, though he connected the dots and closed his mouth once more. Training. His kind of training. It made more sense with the tone his son had, though Ares’ expression quickly turned confused. He would have expected this from Phobos and Deimos, of course, but he had never thought Eros would turn to him this much for help. Ares stayed silent a moment, though a faint smile threatened to form, slightly proud of both himself and his son for wanting to take this method of dealing the shitty hand he was dealt. “Are you sure,” a brow raised, holding his gaze. “I’ll help you do it– I’ll get you all set up for it, but only if this is completely and 100% your idea. Because your mother will kill me for this. There’s no way she won’t.”

[melthetragic-blog]

Earthquake||Ares & Melpomene

[alex-ares-donovan]

melthetragic:

“Well, I always aspire to be just like you, Ares.” Melpomene said, denying his offer through gritted teeth. She nodded numbly and braced her shoulder as he took hold of it. After his count of one, she let out a sharp shriek but quickly attempted to compose herself with a deep breath. It didn’t help much. Breathless, she said, “I didn’t expect you to get to three, oldest trick in the book, but I thought maybe you’d at least give me until two.”

“Everyone expects it after two. I wanted to really throw you off,” he gave her another small grin before holding out a bottle of water and Advil. “If you need it,” he explained. A moment later, he rose to his feet, gesturing for her to stay where she is as he looked around the gym. Not nearly as bad as probably a few other buildings, and luckily his equipment was mostly too heavy to be knocked down, though a few still fell to the quake. Of course, one fell right in front of the doorway, blocking their way out. “Fuck,” he muttered, making his way towards it though he called out to her. “Why’d you leave the fair, anyways? Weren’t you passing out flyers about seeing dead people or some shit?”

[alex-ares-donovan]

david-eros-reese:

Eros stumbled back slightly at the shove, quickly catching his balance and huffing quietly. “Yeah, yeah. I know it will.” For a moment he stood there, allowing himself to get lost in his own thoughts as he stared off– focusing on nothing in particular. Making a snap decision he quickly returned his gaze to Ares, speaking before he lost his nerve. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

Ares didn’t hear the slight change in his son’s tone, or perhaps he would have responded differently. “Isn’t that what you’ve been doing,” he sneered, though his smile was somewhat affectionate as he cleaned down another machine of equipment. He made his way back to his office, intending on gathering his clipboard to make rounds on the people inside his gym, looking over his shoulder to him. “What is it?”

[goddessof-l-o-v-e-deactivated20]

Oblivious Forgiveness {Aphrodite & Ares}

[alex-ares-donovan]

goddessof-l-o-v-e:

She paid no mind to the red stain on his shirt; how many times had he come to her covered in blood? It was his nose that she was careful of, not wanting to bump it. How many times had she pushed it back into place for him? It didn’t matter, because she knew it would never stop. The two of them were bound to each other for all of eternity. 

Eyes fluttered closed for a moment, thinking briefly of Hephaestus. She’d wanted to make things right with him, she’d enjoyed their night together. Part of her knew that she could even come to love him if given the chance. But her eyes opened, meeting the gaze of the man who she didn’t need a chance to love. She loved him already. “I won’t see him again,” she promised.

The moments between his request and her answer caused Ares to grow wary, half expecting her to step away from him, for the fight to restart. He readied himself for such a reaction, so when she promised him, his brows furrowed slightly. Ares studied her a long few moments, processing the lack of an Aphrodite-like reaction from her. After a moment, he nodded, not wanting to question her further and cause her to change her mind. 

He wanted to wrap his arms around her, pull her close, though he knew better than to do that with his shirt streaked with blood. Instead, Ares stepped back from her, nodding again. “Alright,” he answered, turning to move towards his bathroom, carefully beginning to pull his shirt over his head.

[goddessof-l-o-v-e-deactivated20]

Oblivious Forgiveness {Aphrodite & Ares}

[alex-ares-donovan]

goddessof-l-o-v-e:

That look sent something through her. Something she didn’t like. “No.” Standing abruptly, the chair she had been seated on slid backwards to knock into the one next to it. The space between her and Ares was significantly smaller as she looked up at him. Hands cupped the side of his face, lifting it. “You cannot apologize to me with a look of defeat on your features. My God of War knows no defeat.” Not historically true, but that didn’t matter. “You are my forever, Ares. It matters not if I spend one night away from you or a thousand, you are always in my thoughts.” One hand slid down to rest above the beating muscle in his chest. “You are always in my heart.”

She took a deep breath in. “I never want to be the cause of that look. What can I do to make sure I don’t hurt you like this again?” Her left hand was still against his jaw, vibrant blue eyes gazing up at him with nothing but love.

He didn’t expect for her to deny his apology–– that was no doubt a first in this particular circumstance. His brows furrowed when she stood up and grabbed his face, studying her with a slightly confused expression. Ares kept his arms by his sides, fighting the urge to wrap them around her waist, hold her close to him. 

A long moment of silence occurred before he leaned forward to rest her forehead just barely, his hands moving to cradle her face in his hands. He met her gaze, staring at her a moment longer before saying quietly, although firmly, “I don’t want you with him again. I can handle our agreement, but I cannot bear the thought of sharing you with him. Not again.”

[alex-ares-donovan]

david-eros-reese:

A faint huff of laughter left him as Ares continued on, though Eros found himself honestly considering the idea for a moment. It had it’s pros, that was for sure. And there was the very relevant point of not wanting to live with his mother – no matter how much he loved her – for longer than necessary. “Yeah, okay. That sounds great, actually.” As he mulled over the decision, a faint smile appeared and another huff escaped his lips. “Moving out of one parent’s roof only to go to the other– my life is pretty damn sad.”

Ares couldn’t help but smirk faintly in victory when Eros agreed with him on the idea. Though he didn’t want to think about how angry Aphrodite was bound to be at the change. He pushed that aside for another day, however, focusing on the small win. He clapped a hand onto Eros’ shoulder, “Well, you’re a pretty pathetic guy, so what do you expect.” A smirk slowly formed on Ares’ features before gripping his shoulder, pushing it away with a bit more force than he intended. “C’mon, don’t be such a fucking downer. Living with me will be great.”

[melthetragic-blog]

Earthquake||Ares & Melpomene

[alex-ares-donovan]

melthetragic:

Melpomene gave Ares a glare at his first comment but it was significantly weakened by her pain. Still, she had a strange sense of pride that the God of War would be so disgusted by her wound, when he had obviously seen much worse. She nodded quickly, sending another shooting pain through her arm. “Let’s just get it over with.” After he called out to confirm that they were the only ones in the gym, she assured him, “Believe me, I’m not going anywhere.”

After grabbing a few rolls of ace bandage and a small bottle of pain reliever pills, Ares also grabbed a clean towel before making his way towards her. He unravelled the first roll of bandage, readying it for when he would need to wrap her up. “You can bite down on this if you want. Or you can scream. That’s what I do,” he explained, giving her a faint smirk in attempts to distract her for a moment. He took hold of her arm carefully and said quickly, “I’m gonna count to three and then it’s gonna hurt. One,” before he even bothered reaching two, Ares hastily jerked her shoulder back into spot, hearing a faint snapping sound. “There,” he huffed, moving to wrap her shoulder up securely.

[alex-ares-donovan]

catalinavasco:

“I’m the owner of San Francisco’s top five restaurants, surely the food is decent.” Catalina said with a giggle. “If you want to stay and hang out here you’re more than welcome.”

After finishing the second sample, he raised a brow at her. “Can’t be that good if I haven’t been to it yet.” Alex moved from his spot leaning against her table to stand upright, grabbing two more samples. “Nah. All the greasy fried-food trucks are making the air thick with their fattening shit. I’m heading back to the gym.” He took a few steps towards her so that their bodies were inches from each other. “If you want to come watch again, you know how to get there.” Alex smirked at her a moment before stepping back, holding up the samples in his hands. “Bring more of these,” he called out as he turned and walked off.

[alex-ares-donovan]

catalinavasco:

“How can I forget when it was too funny?” She replied back to him with a smile. “I can’t leave, this is my booth.”

He rolled his eyes at her response, exhaling heavily and placing the tray back onto the table though he grabbed a sample in each hand. “Such a stickler, Brazil. I had high hopes for you.” Alex popped a sample into his mouth and almost instantly blurted out, his mouth full, “fuck–– you made these?” He added with a chuckle, “Surprisingly decent.”

[melthetragic-blog]

Earthquake||Ares & Melpomene

[alex-ares-donovan]

melthetragic:

Melpomene was instantly relieved to see Ares and sent a silent thank you to the earthquake for trapping her with someone she could tolerate. Lowering her voice to a normal level she said, “I think I can get up, my legs are fine, but my shoulder is fucked up and it’s going to take more than a second to heal.” She winced again, even the slight movement of turning to face him sent unbearable waves of pain through her body.

He looked over at her shoulder, wincing slightly at its state. “Fuck, that looks disgusting,” he thought aloud before he could stop himself. Quickly realizing that was in no way comforting, he backtracked. “It’s not the worst dislocation I’ve seen, though. I can set it back if you’d like, but it’s gonna hurt like a bitch.” Ares picked his head up to look around the gym, calling out to see if anyone else was inside, only to get no answer. Thankful that it was just the two of them, he refocused on her. “Don’t move just yet, okay? I’m gonna grab some stuff from a kit.”