Son of Venus: Adonis Pulcher

[praetor-pulcher]

Good day, I am Adonis Pulcher, son of Venus and praetor of Rome, currently living in Camp Jupiter, I am here so I can keep more in touch with other romans and greeks, I was introduced to this app by my younger cousin, and half-sister, Victoria, @victoria-pulcher-offical

I will now proceed to answer some basic questions.

What's your full name?

"Adonis Valentine Pulcher"

How old are you?

"At the time being I am sixteen, going on seventeen"

What are your pronouns?

"Uhm... he/him/his, I suppose."

Godly parent?

"Venus, or... Aphrodite, for the greeks, I belive? I am also blessed by Mars, also known as Ares."

"If you wish to know anything else you can send me some... 'asks', thank you"

People I know:

@victoria-pulcher-offical — "as previously stated she is my half-sister and cousin, confusing, I'm well aware"

@alexander-offical — "son of Vulcan and Victoria's bestfriend, he's quite talented at what he does"

@mar-reyes-offical or @crosses-blood-and-tears — "Victoria's former bestfriend, I do not know much about her"

I will add more people as I know them

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extra / ooc under the cut

ADONIS' MOODBOARD:

APPEARANCE:

Adonis has blonde, curly hair, blue eyes, normally bandaged knuckles and tan skin

TAGS:

# Praetor answers what you need to know — answering asks in character

# I need to be the best — Adonis is kind of panicking?

# They won't ever discover — Adonis is writing on his secret 'diary' / notebook

# Adonis is currently free — regular, in character posts

# Victoria. Are you alright? — interactions with Victoria

# Adonis is on a senate meeting — ooc posts

# Dry your eyes. Boys don't cry — angst posts

Mod speaks in pink text, Adonis speaks in regular text

TWS:

Some posts might include

Self-harm

Image issues

Extreme perfectionism

Family issues

Possible eating dissorders

Internalized homophobia

if any others they will be added and whenever any of these are used I will try to tag them as best as I can

[i-post-abt-my-ocs]

this song fits them so good 🥹 its literally them

[praetor-pulcher]

The daughter of Mars is known for her rather short temper. It is not surprising to find her storming off from someone, after training or arguments, because if she doesn't, she'll get in trouble for hitting them.

She's made that mistake once before, and she won't make it again.

Currently, she's pacing on the Field of Mars, muttering some.... colourful phrases under her breath in Latin.

( @g1rl-of-war)

Adonis was walking through the Field of Mars after a long, few hours long training, wiping dime swear from over his brow before finding her; the son of Venus stood, watching the scene unfold in front of him for a minute before clearing his throat to grab her atention

"is everything in order here? Are you feeling unwell?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No I am not feeling unwell!" She snaps before realising who she was speaking to. Her eyes widen as she pales. But, she's reluctant to apologise.

[praetor-pulcher]

He didn't flinch, his hands went back behind his back as they did most of the time and he nodded

"a 'no' would've sufficed..." he muttered under his breath, his voice still silk smooth "do you have any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Why would you think I have issues?" She retorts, her hands on her hips, glaring. "I do not have issues."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I was simply asking a question. I do not think you have any issues." He answers before asking again "are you having any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No!" Her response is very high pitched.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am aware now." Adonis nodded "regardless, I wish to understand what is the reason for you to act so intensely"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I'm not intense. I'm perfectly normal." She insists.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I didn't say you were. I just commented you were acting as such." Adonis corrected

[g1rl-of-war]

"Frankly, you're acting odd." She rolls her eyes. "You're too calm. All the time."

[praetor-pulcher]

"well, how am I acting odd?" He asked "thank you, I suposse."

[g1rl-of-war]

"That wasn't a compliment." She mutters under her breath.

[praetor-pulcher]

"it's what I choose to see it as." Adonis says blankly

[g1rl-of-war]

"Selective much?" Evie replies. She knows its risky, but she really doesn't care.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' voice stayed calm "that is not a proper manner to speak to a praetor"

[g1rl-of-war]

She takes this as a challenge. "Truth hurts praetor."

[praetor-pulcher]

He takes a few deep breaths before answering calmly "excuse me?"

[g1rl-of-war]

She smirks. "Ah! You're struggling to keep calm. Maybe I'll see why my father favours you. Or maybe you're just a whiney little child when you're upset..."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am not struggling." He pulled his hands from behind his back and left then at his sides, not before sneaking a glance to the bandages covering his knuckles "I am not a whiney child. Your father... it is unimportant"

[g1rl-of-war]

She looks at the bandages raising her eyebrows slowly. "You sure? Like 100%, totally, completely sure?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis kept his gaze on his knuckles before looking up, calm as ever, chin high "sure about what?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"That you're not struggling." She tilts her head slightly. "If you get to ask intrusive questions, surely I can do the same."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I can assure you, am not struggling" Adonis answered almost automatically "my questions were not intrusive."

[g1rl-of-war]

"They so were!" She glares up at him. It probably would be far more intimidating if she was taller.

[praetor-pulcher]

He paused, trying to figure out if the girl before him was trying to appear intimidating, before chosing to ignore it "again, my questions were but basic protocol when someone is seen or heard yelling profanities in the fields on Mars"

[g1rl-of-war]

Evie scoffs. "They were not profanities." She pauses. "Well, they were but not bad ones!"

[praetor-pulcher]

"any kind of profanities are, in your own words, 'bad'." He said as if it was common knowledge "especially here"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Oh, please. Like you don't swear." She almost laughs.

[praetor-pulcher]

"... I dont..?" He seemed confused for once

[g1rl-of-war]

She laughs at his expression, before covering her face, calming herself. After a few moments, her hands drop and she looks at him. "Are you serious?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' face stayed the same slight confused frown "yes, I am serious, I do not"

[g1rl-of-war]

"You are serious." She realises. "You are actually that pious."

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis nodded "I am. Is that an issue?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No. But the big scary praetor won't swear." She shrugs. "Although to be fair, you don't seem the type."

[praetor-pulcher]

"'big scary praetor'" he echoes "I don't seem like.... why do I not? What does that mean?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"You're too much of a..... pretty boy, I suppose. Too good." She shrugs.

[praetor-pulcher]

"are you meaning to insult me?" He asks

[g1rl-of-war]

"No. If I was insulting you, you'd know." She says sharply.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis ignores her "regardless, will you finally tell me the reason for your screaming"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I got into an argument. Last time it happened, I beat up a guy and got in a ton of trouble." She sighs. "I didn't want to risk it again."

[praetor-pulcher]

"that is the reason why you were yelling?" He asked again, just for confirmation

[g1rl-of-war]

"Yeah...." She says slowly. "Are you judging me?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis shakes his head "no. No, I'm not. I couldn't."

[g1rl-of-war]

"Couldn't?" She repeats.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis realized what he said "it's not important, you should train to get the violence out of you"

[g1rl-of-war]

She smiles bitterly. "Not happening. It's part of me. Side effect of my father being a God of war."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I won't make you, but then I expect you to stop your yelling. Especially profanities." He says

[g1rl-of-war]

She pauses, thinking. "Even the Latin ones?"

[praetor-pulcher]

"especially the Latin ones" Adonis leans in slightly

[praetor-pulcher]

The daughter of Mars is known for her rather short temper. It is not surprising to find her storming off from someone, after training or arguments, because if she doesn't, she'll get in trouble for hitting them.

She's made that mistake once before, and she won't make it again.

Currently, she's pacing on the Field of Mars, muttering some.... colourful phrases under her breath in Latin.

( @g1rl-of-war)

Adonis was walking through the Field of Mars after a long, few hours long training, wiping dime swear from over his brow before finding her; the son of Venus stood, watching the scene unfold in front of him for a minute before clearing his throat to grab her atention

"is everything in order here? Are you feeling unwell?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No I am not feeling unwell!" She snaps before realising who she was speaking to. Her eyes widen as she pales. But, she's reluctant to apologise.

[praetor-pulcher]

He didn't flinch, his hands went back behind his back as they did most of the time and he nodded

"a 'no' would've sufficed..." he muttered under his breath, his voice still silk smooth "do you have any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Why would you think I have issues?" She retorts, her hands on her hips, glaring. "I do not have issues."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I was simply asking a question. I do not think you have any issues." He answers before asking again "are you having any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No!" Her response is very high pitched.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am aware now." Adonis nodded "regardless, I wish to understand what is the reason for you to act so intensely"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I'm not intense. I'm perfectly normal." She insists.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I didn't say you were. I just commented you were acting as such." Adonis corrected

[g1rl-of-war]

"Frankly, you're acting odd." She rolls her eyes. "You're too calm. All the time."

[praetor-pulcher]

"well, how am I acting odd?" He asked "thank you, I suposse."

[g1rl-of-war]

"That wasn't a compliment." She mutters under her breath.

[praetor-pulcher]

"it's what I choose to see it as." Adonis says blankly

[g1rl-of-war]

"Selective much?" Evie replies. She knows its risky, but she really doesn't care.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' voice stayed calm "that is not a proper manner to speak to a praetor"

[g1rl-of-war]

She takes this as a challenge. "Truth hurts praetor."

[praetor-pulcher]

He takes a few deep breaths before answering calmly "excuse me?"

[g1rl-of-war]

She smirks. "Ah! You're struggling to keep calm. Maybe I'll see why my father favours you. Or maybe you're just a whiney little child when you're upset..."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am not struggling." He pulled his hands from behind his back and left then at his sides, not before sneaking a glance to the bandages covering his knuckles "I am not a whiney child. Your father... it is unimportant"

[g1rl-of-war]

She looks at the bandages raising her eyebrows slowly. "You sure? Like 100%, totally, completely sure?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis kept his gaze on his knuckles before looking up, calm as ever, chin high "sure about what?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"That you're not struggling." She tilts her head slightly. "If you get to ask intrusive questions, surely I can do the same."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I can assure you, am not struggling" Adonis answered almost automatically "my questions were not intrusive."

[g1rl-of-war]

"They so were!" She glares up at him. It probably would be far more intimidating if she was taller.

[praetor-pulcher]

He paused, trying to figure out if the girl before him was trying to appear intimidating, before chosing to ignore it "again, my questions were but basic protocol when someone is seen or heard yelling profanities in the fields on Mars"

[g1rl-of-war]

Evie scoffs. "They were not profanities." She pauses. "Well, they were but not bad ones!"

[praetor-pulcher]

"any kind of profanities are, in your own words, 'bad'." He said as if it was common knowledge "especially here"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Oh, please. Like you don't swear." She almost laughs.

[praetor-pulcher]

"... I dont..?" He seemed confused for once

[g1rl-of-war]

She laughs at his expression, before covering her face, calming herself. After a few moments, her hands drop and she looks at him. "Are you serious?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' face stayed the same slight confused frown "yes, I am serious, I do not"

[g1rl-of-war]

"You are serious." She realises. "You are actually that pious."

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis nodded "I am. Is that an issue?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No. But the big scary praetor won't swear." She shrugs. "Although to be fair, you don't seem the type."

[praetor-pulcher]

"'big scary praetor'" he echoes "I don't seem like.... why do I not? What does that mean?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"You're too much of a..... pretty boy, I suppose. Too good." She shrugs.

[praetor-pulcher]

"are you meaning to insult me?" He asks

[g1rl-of-war]

"No. If I was insulting you, you'd know." She says sharply.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis ignores her "regardless, will you finally tell me the reason for your screaming"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I got into an argument. Last time it happened, I beat up a guy and got in a ton of trouble." She sighs. "I didn't want to risk it again."

[praetor-pulcher]

"that is the reason why you were yelling?" He asked again, just for confirmation

[g1rl-of-war]

"Yeah...." She says slowly. "Are you judging me?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis shakes his head "no. No, I'm not. I couldn't."

[g1rl-of-war]

"Couldn't?" She repeats.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis realized what he said "it's not important, you should train to get the violence out of you"

[g1rl-of-war]

She smiles bitterly. "Not happening. It's part of me. Side effect of my father being a God of war."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I won't make you, but then I expect you to stop your yelling. Especially profanities." He says

[praetor-pulcher]

The daughter of Mars is known for her rather short temper. It is not surprising to find her storming off from someone, after training or arguments, because if she doesn't, she'll get in trouble for hitting them.

She's made that mistake once before, and she won't make it again.

Currently, she's pacing on the Field of Mars, muttering some.... colourful phrases under her breath in Latin.

( @g1rl-of-war)

Adonis was walking through the Field of Mars after a long, few hours long training, wiping dime swear from over his brow before finding her; the son of Venus stood, watching the scene unfold in front of him for a minute before clearing his throat to grab her atention

"is everything in order here? Are you feeling unwell?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No I am not feeling unwell!" She snaps before realising who she was speaking to. Her eyes widen as she pales. But, she's reluctant to apologise.

[praetor-pulcher]

He didn't flinch, his hands went back behind his back as they did most of the time and he nodded

"a 'no' would've sufficed..." he muttered under his breath, his voice still silk smooth "do you have any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Why would you think I have issues?" She retorts, her hands on her hips, glaring. "I do not have issues."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I was simply asking a question. I do not think you have any issues." He answers before asking again "are you having any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No!" Her response is very high pitched.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am aware now." Adonis nodded "regardless, I wish to understand what is the reason for you to act so intensely"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I'm not intense. I'm perfectly normal." She insists.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I didn't say you were. I just commented you were acting as such." Adonis corrected

[g1rl-of-war]

"Frankly, you're acting odd." She rolls her eyes. "You're too calm. All the time."

[praetor-pulcher]

"well, how am I acting odd?" He asked "thank you, I suposse."

[g1rl-of-war]

"That wasn't a compliment." She mutters under her breath.

[praetor-pulcher]

"it's what I choose to see it as." Adonis says blankly

[g1rl-of-war]

"Selective much?" Evie replies. She knows its risky, but she really doesn't care.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' voice stayed calm "that is not a proper manner to speak to a praetor"

[g1rl-of-war]

She takes this as a challenge. "Truth hurts praetor."

[praetor-pulcher]

He takes a few deep breaths before answering calmly "excuse me?"

[g1rl-of-war]

She smirks. "Ah! You're struggling to keep calm. Maybe I'll see why my father favours you. Or maybe you're just a whiney little child when you're upset..."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am not struggling." He pulled his hands from behind his back and left then at his sides, not before sneaking a glance to the bandages covering his knuckles "I am not a whiney child. Your father... it is unimportant"

[g1rl-of-war]

She looks at the bandages raising her eyebrows slowly. "You sure? Like 100%, totally, completely sure?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis kept his gaze on his knuckles before looking up, calm as ever, chin high "sure about what?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"That you're not struggling." She tilts her head slightly. "If you get to ask intrusive questions, surely I can do the same."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I can assure you, am not struggling" Adonis answered almost automatically "my questions were not intrusive."

[g1rl-of-war]

"They so were!" She glares up at him. It probably would be far more intimidating if she was taller.

[praetor-pulcher]

He paused, trying to figure out if the girl before him was trying to appear intimidating, before chosing to ignore it "again, my questions were but basic protocol when someone is seen or heard yelling profanities in the fields on Mars"

[g1rl-of-war]

Evie scoffs. "They were not profanities." She pauses. "Well, they were but not bad ones!"

[praetor-pulcher]

"any kind of profanities are, in your own words, 'bad'." He said as if it was common knowledge "especially here"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Oh, please. Like you don't swear." She almost laughs.

[praetor-pulcher]

"... I dont..?" He seemed confused for once

[g1rl-of-war]

She laughs at his expression, before covering her face, calming herself. After a few moments, her hands drop and she looks at him. "Are you serious?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' face stayed the same slight confused frown "yes, I am serious, I do not"

[g1rl-of-war]

"You are serious." She realises. "You are actually that pious."

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis nodded "I am. Is that an issue?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No. But the big scary praetor won't swear." She shrugs. "Although to be fair, you don't seem the type."

[praetor-pulcher]

"'big scary praetor'" he echoes "I don't seem like.... why do I not? What does that mean?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"You're too much of a..... pretty boy, I suppose. Too good." She shrugs.

[praetor-pulcher]

"are you meaning to insult me?" He asks

[g1rl-of-war]

"No. If I was insulting you, you'd know." She says sharply.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis ignores her "regardless, will you finally tell me the reason for your screaming"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I got into an argument. Last time it happened, I beat up a guy and got in a ton of trouble." She sighs. "I didn't want to risk it again."

[praetor-pulcher]

"that is the reason why you were yelling?" He asked again, just for confirmation

[g1rl-of-war]

"Yeah...." She says slowly. "Are you judging me?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis shakes his head "no. No, I'm not. I couldn't."

[g1rl-of-war]

"Couldn't?" She repeats.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis realized what he said "it's not important, you should train to get the violence out of you"

[praetor-pulcher]

The daughter of Mars is known for her rather short temper. It is not surprising to find her storming off from someone, after training or arguments, because if she doesn't, she'll get in trouble for hitting them.

She's made that mistake once before, and she won't make it again.

Currently, she's pacing on the Field of Mars, muttering some.... colourful phrases under her breath in Latin.

( @g1rl-of-war)

Adonis was walking through the Field of Mars after a long, few hours long training, wiping dime swear from over his brow before finding her; the son of Venus stood, watching the scene unfold in front of him for a minute before clearing his throat to grab her atention

"is everything in order here? Are you feeling unwell?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No I am not feeling unwell!" She snaps before realising who she was speaking to. Her eyes widen as she pales. But, she's reluctant to apologise.

[praetor-pulcher]

He didn't flinch, his hands went back behind his back as they did most of the time and he nodded

"a 'no' would've sufficed..." he muttered under his breath, his voice still silk smooth "do you have any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Why would you think I have issues?" She retorts, her hands on her hips, glaring. "I do not have issues."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I was simply asking a question. I do not think you have any issues." He answers before asking again "are you having any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No!" Her response is very high pitched.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am aware now." Adonis nodded "regardless, I wish to understand what is the reason for you to act so intensely"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I'm not intense. I'm perfectly normal." She insists.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I didn't say you were. I just commented you were acting as such." Adonis corrected

[g1rl-of-war]

"Frankly, you're acting odd." She rolls her eyes. "You're too calm. All the time."

[praetor-pulcher]

"well, how am I acting odd?" He asked "thank you, I suposse."

[g1rl-of-war]

"That wasn't a compliment." She mutters under her breath.

[praetor-pulcher]

"it's what I choose to see it as." Adonis says blankly

[g1rl-of-war]

"Selective much?" Evie replies. She knows its risky, but she really doesn't care.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' voice stayed calm "that is not a proper manner to speak to a praetor"

[g1rl-of-war]

She takes this as a challenge. "Truth hurts praetor."

[praetor-pulcher]

He takes a few deep breaths before answering calmly "excuse me?"

[g1rl-of-war]

She smirks. "Ah! You're struggling to keep calm. Maybe I'll see why my father favours you. Or maybe you're just a whiney little child when you're upset..."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am not struggling." He pulled his hands from behind his back and left then at his sides, not before sneaking a glance to the bandages covering his knuckles "I am not a whiney child. Your father... it is unimportant"

[g1rl-of-war]

She looks at the bandages raising her eyebrows slowly. "You sure? Like 100%, totally, completely sure?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis kept his gaze on his knuckles before looking up, calm as ever, chin high "sure about what?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"That you're not struggling." She tilts her head slightly. "If you get to ask intrusive questions, surely I can do the same."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I can assure you, am not struggling" Adonis answered almost automatically "my questions were not intrusive."

[g1rl-of-war]

"They so were!" She glares up at him. It probably would be far more intimidating if she was taller.

[praetor-pulcher]

He paused, trying to figure out if the girl before him was trying to appear intimidating, before chosing to ignore it "again, my questions were but basic protocol when someone is seen or heard yelling profanities in the fields on Mars"

[g1rl-of-war]

Evie scoffs. "They were not profanities." She pauses. "Well, they were but not bad ones!"

[praetor-pulcher]

"any kind of profanities are, in your own words, 'bad'." He said as if it was common knowledge "especially here"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Oh, please. Like you don't swear." She almost laughs.

[praetor-pulcher]

"... I dont..?" He seemed confused for once

[g1rl-of-war]

She laughs at his expression, before covering her face, calming herself. After a few moments, her hands drop and she looks at him. "Are you serious?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' face stayed the same slight confused frown "yes, I am serious, I do not"

[g1rl-of-war]

"You are serious." She realises. "You are actually that pious."

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis nodded "I am. Is that an issue?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No. But the big scary praetor won't swear." She shrugs. "Although to be fair, you don't seem the type."

[praetor-pulcher]

"'big scary praetor'" he echoes "I don't seem like.... why do I not? What does that mean?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"You're too much of a..... pretty boy, I suppose. Too good." She shrugs.

[praetor-pulcher]

"are you meaning to insult me?" He asks

[g1rl-of-war]

"No. If I was insulting you, you'd know." She says sharply.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis ignores her "regardless, will you finally tell me the reason for your screaming"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I got into an argument. Last time it happened, I beat up a guy and got in a ton of trouble." She sighs. "I didn't want to risk it again."

[praetor-pulcher]

"that is the reason why you were yelling?" He asked again, just for confirmation

[g1rl-of-war]

"Yeah...." She says slowly. "Are you judging me?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis shakes his head "no. No, I'm not. I couldn't."

[praetor-pulcher]

The daughter of Mars is known for her rather short temper. It is not surprising to find her storming off from someone, after training or arguments, because if she doesn't, she'll get in trouble for hitting them.

She's made that mistake once before, and she won't make it again.

Currently, she's pacing on the Field of Mars, muttering some.... colourful phrases under her breath in Latin.

( @g1rl-of-war)

Adonis was walking through the Field of Mars after a long, few hours long training, wiping dime swear from over his brow before finding her; the son of Venus stood, watching the scene unfold in front of him for a minute before clearing his throat to grab her atention

"is everything in order here? Are you feeling unwell?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No I am not feeling unwell!" She snaps before realising who she was speaking to. Her eyes widen as she pales. But, she's reluctant to apologise.

[praetor-pulcher]

He didn't flinch, his hands went back behind his back as they did most of the time and he nodded

"a 'no' would've sufficed..." he muttered under his breath, his voice still silk smooth "do you have any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Why would you think I have issues?" She retorts, her hands on her hips, glaring. "I do not have issues."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I was simply asking a question. I do not think you have any issues." He answers before asking again "are you having any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No!" Her response is very high pitched.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am aware now." Adonis nodded "regardless, I wish to understand what is the reason for you to act so intensely"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I'm not intense. I'm perfectly normal." She insists.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I didn't say you were. I just commented you were acting as such." Adonis corrected

[g1rl-of-war]

"Frankly, you're acting odd." She rolls her eyes. "You're too calm. All the time."

[praetor-pulcher]

"well, how am I acting odd?" He asked "thank you, I suposse."

[g1rl-of-war]

"That wasn't a compliment." She mutters under her breath.

[praetor-pulcher]

"it's what I choose to see it as." Adonis says blankly

[g1rl-of-war]

"Selective much?" Evie replies. She knows its risky, but she really doesn't care.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' voice stayed calm "that is not a proper manner to speak to a praetor"

[g1rl-of-war]

She takes this as a challenge. "Truth hurts praetor."

[praetor-pulcher]

He takes a few deep breaths before answering calmly "excuse me?"

[g1rl-of-war]

She smirks. "Ah! You're struggling to keep calm. Maybe I'll see why my father favours you. Or maybe you're just a whiney little child when you're upset..."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am not struggling." He pulled his hands from behind his back and left then at his sides, not before sneaking a glance to the bandages covering his knuckles "I am not a whiney child. Your father... it is unimportant"

[g1rl-of-war]

She looks at the bandages raising her eyebrows slowly. "You sure? Like 100%, totally, completely sure?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis kept his gaze on his knuckles before looking up, calm as ever, chin high "sure about what?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"That you're not struggling." She tilts her head slightly. "If you get to ask intrusive questions, surely I can do the same."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I can assure you, am not struggling" Adonis answered almost automatically "my questions were not intrusive."

[g1rl-of-war]

"They so were!" She glares up at him. It probably would be far more intimidating if she was taller.

[praetor-pulcher]

He paused, trying to figure out if the girl before him was trying to appear intimidating, before chosing to ignore it "again, my questions were but basic protocol when someone is seen or heard yelling profanities in the fields on Mars"

[g1rl-of-war]

Evie scoffs. "They were not profanities." She pauses. "Well, they were but not bad ones!"

[praetor-pulcher]

"any kind of profanities are, in your own words, 'bad'." He said as if it was common knowledge "especially here"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Oh, please. Like you don't swear." She almost laughs.

[praetor-pulcher]

"... I dont..?" He seemed confused for once

[g1rl-of-war]

She laughs at his expression, before covering her face, calming herself. After a few moments, her hands drop and she looks at him. "Are you serious?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' face stayed the same slight confused frown "yes, I am serious, I do not"

[g1rl-of-war]

"You are serious." She realises. "You are actually that pious."

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis nodded "I am. Is that an issue?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No. But the big scary praetor won't swear." She shrugs. "Although to be fair, you don't seem the type."

[praetor-pulcher]

"'big scary praetor'" he echoes "I don't seem like.... why do I not? What does that mean?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"You're too much of a..... pretty boy, I suppose. Too good." She shrugs.

[praetor-pulcher]

"are you meaning to insult me?" He asks

[g1rl-of-war]

"No. If I was insulting you, you'd know." She says sharply.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis ignores her "regardless, will you finally tell me the reason for your screaming"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I got into an argument. Last time it happened, I beat up a guy and got in a ton of trouble." She sighs. "I didn't want to risk it again."

[praetor-pulcher]

"that is the reason why you were yelling?" He asked again, just for confirmation

[praetor-pulcher]

The daughter of Mars is known for her rather short temper. It is not surprising to find her storming off from someone, after training or arguments, because if she doesn't, she'll get in trouble for hitting them.

She's made that mistake once before, and she won't make it again.

Currently, she's pacing on the Field of Mars, muttering some.... colourful phrases under her breath in Latin.

( @g1rl-of-war)

Adonis was walking through the Field of Mars after a long, few hours long training, wiping dime swear from over his brow before finding her; the son of Venus stood, watching the scene unfold in front of him for a minute before clearing his throat to grab her atention

"is everything in order here? Are you feeling unwell?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No I am not feeling unwell!" She snaps before realising who she was speaking to. Her eyes widen as she pales. But, she's reluctant to apologise.

[praetor-pulcher]

He didn't flinch, his hands went back behind his back as they did most of the time and he nodded

"a 'no' would've sufficed..." he muttered under his breath, his voice still silk smooth "do you have any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Why would you think I have issues?" She retorts, her hands on her hips, glaring. "I do not have issues."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I was simply asking a question. I do not think you have any issues." He answers before asking again "are you having any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No!" Her response is very high pitched.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am aware now." Adonis nodded "regardless, I wish to understand what is the reason for you to act so intensely"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I'm not intense. I'm perfectly normal." She insists.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I didn't say you were. I just commented you were acting as such." Adonis corrected

[g1rl-of-war]

"Frankly, you're acting odd." She rolls her eyes. "You're too calm. All the time."

[praetor-pulcher]

"well, how am I acting odd?" He asked "thank you, I suposse."

[g1rl-of-war]

"That wasn't a compliment." She mutters under her breath.

[praetor-pulcher]

"it's what I choose to see it as." Adonis says blankly

[g1rl-of-war]

"Selective much?" Evie replies. She knows its risky, but she really doesn't care.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' voice stayed calm "that is not a proper manner to speak to a praetor"

[g1rl-of-war]

She takes this as a challenge. "Truth hurts praetor."

[praetor-pulcher]

He takes a few deep breaths before answering calmly "excuse me?"

[g1rl-of-war]

She smirks. "Ah! You're struggling to keep calm. Maybe I'll see why my father favours you. Or maybe you're just a whiney little child when you're upset..."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am not struggling." He pulled his hands from behind his back and left then at his sides, not before sneaking a glance to the bandages covering his knuckles "I am not a whiney child. Your father... it is unimportant"

[g1rl-of-war]

She looks at the bandages raising her eyebrows slowly. "You sure? Like 100%, totally, completely sure?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis kept his gaze on his knuckles before looking up, calm as ever, chin high "sure about what?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"That you're not struggling." She tilts her head slightly. "If you get to ask intrusive questions, surely I can do the same."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I can assure you, am not struggling" Adonis answered almost automatically "my questions were not intrusive."

[g1rl-of-war]

"They so were!" She glares up at him. It probably would be far more intimidating if she was taller.

[praetor-pulcher]

He paused, trying to figure out if the girl before him was trying to appear intimidating, before chosing to ignore it "again, my questions were but basic protocol when someone is seen or heard yelling profanities in the fields on Mars"

[g1rl-of-war]

Evie scoffs. "They were not profanities." She pauses. "Well, they were but not bad ones!"

[praetor-pulcher]

"any kind of profanities are, in your own words, 'bad'." He said as if it was common knowledge "especially here"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Oh, please. Like you don't swear." She almost laughs.

[praetor-pulcher]

"... I dont..?" He seemed confused for once

[g1rl-of-war]

She laughs at his expression, before covering her face, calming herself. After a few moments, her hands drop and she looks at him. "Are you serious?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' face stayed the same slight confused frown "yes, I am serious, I do not"

[g1rl-of-war]

"You are serious." She realises. "You are actually that pious."

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis nodded "I am. Is that an issue?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No. But the big scary praetor won't swear." She shrugs. "Although to be fair, you don't seem the type."

[praetor-pulcher]

"'big scary praetor'" he echoes "I don't seem like.... why do I not? What does that mean?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"You're too much of a..... pretty boy, I suppose. Too good." She shrugs.

[praetor-pulcher]

"are you meaning to insult me?" He asks

[g1rl-of-war]

"No. If I was insulting you, you'd know." She says sharply.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis ignores her "regardless, will you finally tell me the reason for your screaming"

[praetor-pulcher]

The daughter of Mars is known for her rather short temper. It is not surprising to find her storming off from someone, after training or arguments, because if she doesn't, she'll get in trouble for hitting them.

She's made that mistake once before, and she won't make it again.

Currently, she's pacing on the Field of Mars, muttering some.... colourful phrases under her breath in Latin.

( @g1rl-of-war)

Adonis was walking through the Field of Mars after a long, few hours long training, wiping dime swear from over his brow before finding her; the son of Venus stood, watching the scene unfold in front of him for a minute before clearing his throat to grab her atention

"is everything in order here? Are you feeling unwell?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No I am not feeling unwell!" She snaps before realising who she was speaking to. Her eyes widen as she pales. But, she's reluctant to apologise.

[praetor-pulcher]

He didn't flinch, his hands went back behind his back as they did most of the time and he nodded

"a 'no' would've sufficed..." he muttered under his breath, his voice still silk smooth "do you have any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Why would you think I have issues?" She retorts, her hands on her hips, glaring. "I do not have issues."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I was simply asking a question. I do not think you have any issues." He answers before asking again "are you having any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No!" Her response is very high pitched.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am aware now." Adonis nodded "regardless, I wish to understand what is the reason for you to act so intensely"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I'm not intense. I'm perfectly normal." She insists.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I didn't say you were. I just commented you were acting as such." Adonis corrected

[g1rl-of-war]

"Frankly, you're acting odd." She rolls her eyes. "You're too calm. All the time."

[praetor-pulcher]

"well, how am I acting odd?" He asked "thank you, I suposse."

[g1rl-of-war]

"That wasn't a compliment." She mutters under her breath.

[praetor-pulcher]

"it's what I choose to see it as." Adonis says blankly

[g1rl-of-war]

"Selective much?" Evie replies. She knows its risky, but she really doesn't care.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' voice stayed calm "that is not a proper manner to speak to a praetor"

[g1rl-of-war]

She takes this as a challenge. "Truth hurts praetor."

[praetor-pulcher]

He takes a few deep breaths before answering calmly "excuse me?"

[g1rl-of-war]

She smirks. "Ah! You're struggling to keep calm. Maybe I'll see why my father favours you. Or maybe you're just a whiney little child when you're upset..."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am not struggling." He pulled his hands from behind his back and left then at his sides, not before sneaking a glance to the bandages covering his knuckles "I am not a whiney child. Your father... it is unimportant"

[g1rl-of-war]

She looks at the bandages raising her eyebrows slowly. "You sure? Like 100%, totally, completely sure?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis kept his gaze on his knuckles before looking up, calm as ever, chin high "sure about what?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"That you're not struggling." She tilts her head slightly. "If you get to ask intrusive questions, surely I can do the same."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I can assure you, am not struggling" Adonis answered almost automatically "my questions were not intrusive."

[g1rl-of-war]

"They so were!" She glares up at him. It probably would be far more intimidating if she was taller.

[praetor-pulcher]

He paused, trying to figure out if the girl before him was trying to appear intimidating, before chosing to ignore it "again, my questions were but basic protocol when someone is seen or heard yelling profanities in the fields on Mars"

[g1rl-of-war]

Evie scoffs. "They were not profanities." She pauses. "Well, they were but not bad ones!"

[praetor-pulcher]

"any kind of profanities are, in your own words, 'bad'." He said as if it was common knowledge "especially here"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Oh, please. Like you don't swear." She almost laughs.

[praetor-pulcher]

"... I dont..?" He seemed confused for once

[g1rl-of-war]

She laughs at his expression, before covering her face, calming herself. After a few moments, her hands drop and she looks at him. "Are you serious?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' face stayed the same slight confused frown "yes, I am serious, I do not"

[g1rl-of-war]

"You are serious." She realises. "You are actually that pious."

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis nodded "I am. Is that an issue?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No. But the big scary praetor won't swear." She shrugs. "Although to be fair, you don't seem the type."

[praetor-pulcher]

"'big scary praetor'" he echoes "I don't seem like.... why do I not? What does that mean?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"You're too much of a..... pretty boy, I suppose. Too good." She shrugs.

[praetor-pulcher]

"are you meaning to insult me?" He asks

[praetor-pulcher]

The daughter of Mars is known for her rather short temper. It is not surprising to find her storming off from someone, after training or arguments, because if she doesn't, she'll get in trouble for hitting them.

She's made that mistake once before, and she won't make it again.

Currently, she's pacing on the Field of Mars, muttering some.... colourful phrases under her breath in Latin.

( @g1rl-of-war)

Adonis was walking through the Field of Mars after a long, few hours long training, wiping dime swear from over his brow before finding her; the son of Venus stood, watching the scene unfold in front of him for a minute before clearing his throat to grab her atention

"is everything in order here? Are you feeling unwell?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No I am not feeling unwell!" She snaps before realising who she was speaking to. Her eyes widen as she pales. But, she's reluctant to apologise.

[praetor-pulcher]

He didn't flinch, his hands went back behind his back as they did most of the time and he nodded

"a 'no' would've sufficed..." he muttered under his breath, his voice still silk smooth "do you have any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Why would you think I have issues?" She retorts, her hands on her hips, glaring. "I do not have issues."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I was simply asking a question. I do not think you have any issues." He answers before asking again "are you having any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No!" Her response is very high pitched.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am aware now." Adonis nodded "regardless, I wish to understand what is the reason for you to act so intensely"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I'm not intense. I'm perfectly normal." She insists.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I didn't say you were. I just commented you were acting as such." Adonis corrected

[g1rl-of-war]

"Frankly, you're acting odd." She rolls her eyes. "You're too calm. All the time."

[praetor-pulcher]

"well, how am I acting odd?" He asked "thank you, I suposse."

[g1rl-of-war]

"That wasn't a compliment." She mutters under her breath.

[praetor-pulcher]

"it's what I choose to see it as." Adonis says blankly

[g1rl-of-war]

"Selective much?" Evie replies. She knows its risky, but she really doesn't care.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' voice stayed calm "that is not a proper manner to speak to a praetor"

[g1rl-of-war]

She takes this as a challenge. "Truth hurts praetor."

[praetor-pulcher]

He takes a few deep breaths before answering calmly "excuse me?"

[g1rl-of-war]

She smirks. "Ah! You're struggling to keep calm. Maybe I'll see why my father favours you. Or maybe you're just a whiney little child when you're upset..."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am not struggling." He pulled his hands from behind his back and left then at his sides, not before sneaking a glance to the bandages covering his knuckles "I am not a whiney child. Your father... it is unimportant"

[g1rl-of-war]

She looks at the bandages raising her eyebrows slowly. "You sure? Like 100%, totally, completely sure?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis kept his gaze on his knuckles before looking up, calm as ever, chin high "sure about what?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"That you're not struggling." She tilts her head slightly. "If you get to ask intrusive questions, surely I can do the same."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I can assure you, am not struggling" Adonis answered almost automatically "my questions were not intrusive."

[g1rl-of-war]

"They so were!" She glares up at him. It probably would be far more intimidating if she was taller.

[praetor-pulcher]

He paused, trying to figure out if the girl before him was trying to appear intimidating, before chosing to ignore it "again, my questions were but basic protocol when someone is seen or heard yelling profanities in the fields on Mars"

[g1rl-of-war]

Evie scoffs. "They were not profanities." She pauses. "Well, they were but not bad ones!"

[praetor-pulcher]

"any kind of profanities are, in your own words, 'bad'." He said as if it was common knowledge "especially here"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Oh, please. Like you don't swear." She almost laughs.

[praetor-pulcher]

"... I dont..?" He seemed confused for once

[g1rl-of-war]

She laughs at his expression, before covering her face, calming herself. After a few moments, her hands drop and she looks at him. "Are you serious?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' face stayed the same slight confused frown "yes, I am serious, I do not"

[g1rl-of-war]

"You are serious." She realises. "You are actually that pious."

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis nodded "I am. Is that an issue?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No. But the big scary praetor won't swear." She shrugs. "Although to be fair, you don't seem the type."

[praetor-pulcher]

"'big scary praetor'" he echoes "I don't seem like.... why do I not? What does that mean?"

[praetor-pulcher]

The daughter of Mars is known for her rather short temper. It is not surprising to find her storming off from someone, after training or arguments, because if she doesn't, she'll get in trouble for hitting them.

She's made that mistake once before, and she won't make it again.

Currently, she's pacing on the Field of Mars, muttering some.... colourful phrases under her breath in Latin.

( @g1rl-of-war)

Adonis was walking through the Field of Mars after a long, few hours long training, wiping dime swear from over his brow before finding her; the son of Venus stood, watching the scene unfold in front of him for a minute before clearing his throat to grab her atention

"is everything in order here? Are you feeling unwell?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No I am not feeling unwell!" She snaps before realising who she was speaking to. Her eyes widen as she pales. But, she's reluctant to apologise.

[praetor-pulcher]

He didn't flinch, his hands went back behind his back as they did most of the time and he nodded

"a 'no' would've sufficed..." he muttered under his breath, his voice still silk smooth "do you have any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Why would you think I have issues?" She retorts, her hands on her hips, glaring. "I do not have issues."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I was simply asking a question. I do not think you have any issues." He answers before asking again "are you having any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No!" Her response is very high pitched.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am aware now." Adonis nodded "regardless, I wish to understand what is the reason for you to act so intensely"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I'm not intense. I'm perfectly normal." She insists.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I didn't say you were. I just commented you were acting as such." Adonis corrected

[g1rl-of-war]

"Frankly, you're acting odd." She rolls her eyes. "You're too calm. All the time."

[praetor-pulcher]

"well, how am I acting odd?" He asked "thank you, I suposse."

[g1rl-of-war]

"That wasn't a compliment." She mutters under her breath.

[praetor-pulcher]

"it's what I choose to see it as." Adonis says blankly

[g1rl-of-war]

"Selective much?" Evie replies. She knows its risky, but she really doesn't care.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' voice stayed calm "that is not a proper manner to speak to a praetor"

[g1rl-of-war]

She takes this as a challenge. "Truth hurts praetor."

[praetor-pulcher]

He takes a few deep breaths before answering calmly "excuse me?"

[g1rl-of-war]

She smirks. "Ah! You're struggling to keep calm. Maybe I'll see why my father favours you. Or maybe you're just a whiney little child when you're upset..."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am not struggling." He pulled his hands from behind his back and left then at his sides, not before sneaking a glance to the bandages covering his knuckles "I am not a whiney child. Your father... it is unimportant"

[g1rl-of-war]

She looks at the bandages raising her eyebrows slowly. "You sure? Like 100%, totally, completely sure?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis kept his gaze on his knuckles before looking up, calm as ever, chin high "sure about what?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"That you're not struggling." She tilts her head slightly. "If you get to ask intrusive questions, surely I can do the same."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I can assure you, am not struggling" Adonis answered almost automatically "my questions were not intrusive."

[g1rl-of-war]

"They so were!" She glares up at him. It probably would be far more intimidating if she was taller.

[praetor-pulcher]

He paused, trying to figure out if the girl before him was trying to appear intimidating, before chosing to ignore it "again, my questions were but basic protocol when someone is seen or heard yelling profanities in the fields on Mars"

[g1rl-of-war]

Evie scoffs. "They were not profanities." She pauses. "Well, they were but not bad ones!"

[praetor-pulcher]

"any kind of profanities are, in your own words, 'bad'." He said as if it was common knowledge "especially here"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Oh, please. Like you don't swear." She almost laughs.

[praetor-pulcher]

"... I dont..?" He seemed confused for once

[g1rl-of-war]

She laughs at his expression, before covering her face, calming herself. After a few moments, her hands drop and she looks at him. "Are you serious?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' face stayed the same slight confused frown "yes, I am serious, I do not"

[g1rl-of-war]

"You are serious." She realises. "You are actually that pious."

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis nodded "I am. Is that an issue?"

[praetor-pulcher]

The daughter of Mars is known for her rather short temper. It is not surprising to find her storming off from someone, after training or arguments, because if she doesn't, she'll get in trouble for hitting them.

She's made that mistake once before, and she won't make it again.

Currently, she's pacing on the Field of Mars, muttering some.... colourful phrases under her breath in Latin.

( @g1rl-of-war)

Adonis was walking through the Field of Mars after a long, few hours long training, wiping dime swear from over his brow before finding her; the son of Venus stood, watching the scene unfold in front of him for a minute before clearing his throat to grab her atention

"is everything in order here? Are you feeling unwell?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No I am not feeling unwell!" She snaps before realising who she was speaking to. Her eyes widen as she pales. But, she's reluctant to apologise.

[praetor-pulcher]

He didn't flinch, his hands went back behind his back as they did most of the time and he nodded

"a 'no' would've sufficed..." he muttered under his breath, his voice still silk smooth "do you have any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Why would you think I have issues?" She retorts, her hands on her hips, glaring. "I do not have issues."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I was simply asking a question. I do not think you have any issues." He answers before asking again "are you having any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No!" Her response is very high pitched.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am aware now." Adonis nodded "regardless, I wish to understand what is the reason for you to act so intensely"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I'm not intense. I'm perfectly normal." She insists.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I didn't say you were. I just commented you were acting as such." Adonis corrected

[g1rl-of-war]

"Frankly, you're acting odd." She rolls her eyes. "You're too calm. All the time."

[praetor-pulcher]

"well, how am I acting odd?" He asked "thank you, I suposse."

[g1rl-of-war]

"That wasn't a compliment." She mutters under her breath.

[praetor-pulcher]

"it's what I choose to see it as." Adonis says blankly

[g1rl-of-war]

"Selective much?" Evie replies. She knows its risky, but she really doesn't care.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' voice stayed calm "that is not a proper manner to speak to a praetor"

[g1rl-of-war]

She takes this as a challenge. "Truth hurts praetor."

[praetor-pulcher]

He takes a few deep breaths before answering calmly "excuse me?"

[g1rl-of-war]

She smirks. "Ah! You're struggling to keep calm. Maybe I'll see why my father favours you. Or maybe you're just a whiney little child when you're upset..."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am not struggling." He pulled his hands from behind his back and left then at his sides, not before sneaking a glance to the bandages covering his knuckles "I am not a whiney child. Your father... it is unimportant"

[g1rl-of-war]

She looks at the bandages raising her eyebrows slowly. "You sure? Like 100%, totally, completely sure?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis kept his gaze on his knuckles before looking up, calm as ever, chin high "sure about what?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"That you're not struggling." She tilts her head slightly. "If you get to ask intrusive questions, surely I can do the same."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I can assure you, am not struggling" Adonis answered almost automatically "my questions were not intrusive."

[g1rl-of-war]

"They so were!" She glares up at him. It probably would be far more intimidating if she was taller.

[praetor-pulcher]

He paused, trying to figure out if the girl before him was trying to appear intimidating, before chosing to ignore it "again, my questions were but basic protocol when someone is seen or heard yelling profanities in the fields on Mars"

[g1rl-of-war]

Evie scoffs. "They were not profanities." She pauses. "Well, they were but not bad ones!"

[praetor-pulcher]

"any kind of profanities are, in your own words, 'bad'." He said as if it was common knowledge "especially here"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Oh, please. Like you don't swear." She almost laughs.

[praetor-pulcher]

"... I dont..?" He seemed confused for once

[g1rl-of-war]

She laughs at his expression, before covering her face, calming herself. After a few moments, her hands drop and she looks at him. "Are you serious?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' face stayed the same slight confused frown "yes, I am serious, I do not"

[praetor-pulcher]

The daughter of Mars is known for her rather short temper. It is not surprising to find her storming off from someone, after training or arguments, because if she doesn't, she'll get in trouble for hitting them.

She's made that mistake once before, and she won't make it again.

Currently, she's pacing on the Field of Mars, muttering some.... colourful phrases under her breath in Latin.

( @g1rl-of-war)

Adonis was walking through the Field of Mars after a long, few hours long training, wiping dime swear from over his brow before finding her; the son of Venus stood, watching the scene unfold in front of him for a minute before clearing his throat to grab her atention

"is everything in order here? Are you feeling unwell?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No I am not feeling unwell!" She snaps before realising who she was speaking to. Her eyes widen as she pales. But, she's reluctant to apologise.

[praetor-pulcher]

He didn't flinch, his hands went back behind his back as they did most of the time and he nodded

"a 'no' would've sufficed..." he muttered under his breath, his voice still silk smooth "do you have any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Why would you think I have issues?" She retorts, her hands on her hips, glaring. "I do not have issues."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I was simply asking a question. I do not think you have any issues." He answers before asking again "are you having any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No!" Her response is very high pitched.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am aware now." Adonis nodded "regardless, I wish to understand what is the reason for you to act so intensely"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I'm not intense. I'm perfectly normal." She insists.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I didn't say you were. I just commented you were acting as such." Adonis corrected

[g1rl-of-war]

"Frankly, you're acting odd." She rolls her eyes. "You're too calm. All the time."

[praetor-pulcher]

"well, how am I acting odd?" He asked "thank you, I suposse."

[g1rl-of-war]

"That wasn't a compliment." She mutters under her breath.

[praetor-pulcher]

"it's what I choose to see it as." Adonis says blankly

[g1rl-of-war]

"Selective much?" Evie replies. She knows its risky, but she really doesn't care.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' voice stayed calm "that is not a proper manner to speak to a praetor"

[g1rl-of-war]

She takes this as a challenge. "Truth hurts praetor."

[praetor-pulcher]

He takes a few deep breaths before answering calmly "excuse me?"

[g1rl-of-war]

She smirks. "Ah! You're struggling to keep calm. Maybe I'll see why my father favours you. Or maybe you're just a whiney little child when you're upset..."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am not struggling." He pulled his hands from behind his back and left then at his sides, not before sneaking a glance to the bandages covering his knuckles "I am not a whiney child. Your father... it is unimportant"

[g1rl-of-war]

She looks at the bandages raising her eyebrows slowly. "You sure? Like 100%, totally, completely sure?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis kept his gaze on his knuckles before looking up, calm as ever, chin high "sure about what?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"That you're not struggling." She tilts her head slightly. "If you get to ask intrusive questions, surely I can do the same."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I can assure you, am not struggling" Adonis answered almost automatically "my questions were not intrusive."

[g1rl-of-war]

"They so were!" She glares up at him. It probably would be far more intimidating if she was taller.

[praetor-pulcher]

He paused, trying to figure out if the girl before him was trying to appear intimidating, before chosing to ignore it "again, my questions were but basic protocol when someone is seen or heard yelling profanities in the fields on Mars"

[g1rl-of-war]

Evie scoffs. "They were not profanities." She pauses. "Well, they were but not bad ones!"

[praetor-pulcher]

"any kind of profanities are, in your own words, 'bad'." He said as if it was common knowledge "especially here"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Oh, please. Like you don't swear." She almost laughs.

[praetor-pulcher]

"... I dont..?" He seemed confused for once

[praetor-pulcher]

The daughter of Mars is known for her rather short temper. It is not surprising to find her storming off from someone, after training or arguments, because if she doesn't, she'll get in trouble for hitting them.

She's made that mistake once before, and she won't make it again.

Currently, she's pacing on the Field of Mars, muttering some.... colourful phrases under her breath in Latin.

( @g1rl-of-war)

Adonis was walking through the Field of Mars after a long, few hours long training, wiping dime swear from over his brow before finding her; the son of Venus stood, watching the scene unfold in front of him for a minute before clearing his throat to grab her atention

"is everything in order here? Are you feeling unwell?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No I am not feeling unwell!" She snaps before realising who she was speaking to. Her eyes widen as she pales. But, she's reluctant to apologise.

[praetor-pulcher]

He didn't flinch, his hands went back behind his back as they did most of the time and he nodded

"a 'no' would've sufficed..." he muttered under his breath, his voice still silk smooth "do you have any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Why would you think I have issues?" She retorts, her hands on her hips, glaring. "I do not have issues."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I was simply asking a question. I do not think you have any issues." He answers before asking again "are you having any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No!" Her response is very high pitched.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am aware now." Adonis nodded "regardless, I wish to understand what is the reason for you to act so intensely"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I'm not intense. I'm perfectly normal." She insists.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I didn't say you were. I just commented you were acting as such." Adonis corrected

[g1rl-of-war]

"Frankly, you're acting odd." She rolls her eyes. "You're too calm. All the time."

[praetor-pulcher]

"well, how am I acting odd?" He asked "thank you, I suposse."

[g1rl-of-war]

"That wasn't a compliment." She mutters under her breath.

[praetor-pulcher]

"it's what I choose to see it as." Adonis says blankly

[g1rl-of-war]

"Selective much?" Evie replies. She knows its risky, but she really doesn't care.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' voice stayed calm "that is not a proper manner to speak to a praetor"

[g1rl-of-war]

She takes this as a challenge. "Truth hurts praetor."

[praetor-pulcher]

He takes a few deep breaths before answering calmly "excuse me?"

[g1rl-of-war]

She smirks. "Ah! You're struggling to keep calm. Maybe I'll see why my father favours you. Or maybe you're just a whiney little child when you're upset..."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am not struggling." He pulled his hands from behind his back and left then at his sides, not before sneaking a glance to the bandages covering his knuckles "I am not a whiney child. Your father... it is unimportant"

[g1rl-of-war]

She looks at the bandages raising her eyebrows slowly. "You sure? Like 100%, totally, completely sure?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis kept his gaze on his knuckles before looking up, calm as ever, chin high "sure about what?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"That you're not struggling." She tilts her head slightly. "If you get to ask intrusive questions, surely I can do the same."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I can assure you, am not struggling" Adonis answered almost automatically "my questions were not intrusive."

[g1rl-of-war]

"They so were!" She glares up at him. It probably would be far more intimidating if she was taller.

[praetor-pulcher]

He paused, trying to figure out if the girl before him was trying to appear intimidating, before chosing to ignore it "again, my questions were but basic protocol when someone is seen or heard yelling profanities in the fields on Mars"

[g1rl-of-war]

Evie scoffs. "They were not profanities." She pauses. "Well, they were but not bad ones!"

[praetor-pulcher]

"any kind of profanities are, in your own words, 'bad'." He said as if it was common knowledge "especially here"

[praetor-pulcher]

The daughter of Mars is known for her rather short temper. It is not surprising to find her storming off from someone, after training or arguments, because if she doesn't, she'll get in trouble for hitting them.

She's made that mistake once before, and she won't make it again.

Currently, she's pacing on the Field of Mars, muttering some.... colourful phrases under her breath in Latin.

( @g1rl-of-war)

Adonis was walking through the Field of Mars after a long, few hours long training, wiping dime swear from over his brow before finding her; the son of Venus stood, watching the scene unfold in front of him for a minute before clearing his throat to grab her atention

"is everything in order here? Are you feeling unwell?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No I am not feeling unwell!" She snaps before realising who she was speaking to. Her eyes widen as she pales. But, she's reluctant to apologise.

[praetor-pulcher]

He didn't flinch, his hands went back behind his back as they did most of the time and he nodded

"a 'no' would've sufficed..." he muttered under his breath, his voice still silk smooth "do you have any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Why would you think I have issues?" She retorts, her hands on her hips, glaring. "I do not have issues."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I was simply asking a question. I do not think you have any issues." He answers before asking again "are you having any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No!" Her response is very high pitched.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am aware now." Adonis nodded "regardless, I wish to understand what is the reason for you to act so intensely"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I'm not intense. I'm perfectly normal." She insists.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I didn't say you were. I just commented you were acting as such." Adonis corrected

[g1rl-of-war]

"Frankly, you're acting odd." She rolls her eyes. "You're too calm. All the time."

[praetor-pulcher]

"well, how am I acting odd?" He asked "thank you, I suposse."

[g1rl-of-war]

"That wasn't a compliment." She mutters under her breath.

[praetor-pulcher]

"it's what I choose to see it as." Adonis says blankly

[g1rl-of-war]

"Selective much?" Evie replies. She knows its risky, but she really doesn't care.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' voice stayed calm "that is not a proper manner to speak to a praetor"

[g1rl-of-war]

She takes this as a challenge. "Truth hurts praetor."

[praetor-pulcher]

He takes a few deep breaths before answering calmly "excuse me?"

[g1rl-of-war]

She smirks. "Ah! You're struggling to keep calm. Maybe I'll see why my father favours you. Or maybe you're just a whiney little child when you're upset..."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am not struggling." He pulled his hands from behind his back and left then at his sides, not before sneaking a glance to the bandages covering his knuckles "I am not a whiney child. Your father... it is unimportant"

[g1rl-of-war]

She looks at the bandages raising her eyebrows slowly. "You sure? Like 100%, totally, completely sure?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis kept his gaze on his knuckles before looking up, calm as ever, chin high "sure about what?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"That you're not struggling." She tilts her head slightly. "If you get to ask intrusive questions, surely I can do the same."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I can assure you, am not struggling" Adonis answered almost automatically "my questions were not intrusive."

[g1rl-of-war]

"They so were!" She glares up at him. It probably would be far more intimidating if she was taller.

[praetor-pulcher]

He paused, trying to figure out if the girl before him was trying to appear intimidating, before chosing to ignore it "again, my questions were but basic protocol when someone is seen or heard yelling profanities in the fields on Mars"

[praetor-pulcher]

The daughter of Mars is known for her rather short temper. It is not surprising to find her storming off from someone, after training or arguments, because if she doesn't, she'll get in trouble for hitting them.

She's made that mistake once before, and she won't make it again.

Currently, she's pacing on the Field of Mars, muttering some.... colourful phrases under her breath in Latin.

( @g1rl-of-war)

Adonis was walking through the Field of Mars after a long, few hours long training, wiping dime swear from over his brow before finding her; the son of Venus stood, watching the scene unfold in front of him for a minute before clearing his throat to grab her atention

"is everything in order here? Are you feeling unwell?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No I am not feeling unwell!" She snaps before realising who she was speaking to. Her eyes widen as she pales. But, she's reluctant to apologise.

[praetor-pulcher]

He didn't flinch, his hands went back behind his back as they did most of the time and he nodded

"a 'no' would've sufficed..." he muttered under his breath, his voice still silk smooth "do you have any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Why would you think I have issues?" She retorts, her hands on her hips, glaring. "I do not have issues."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I was simply asking a question. I do not think you have any issues." He answers before asking again "are you having any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No!" Her response is very high pitched.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am aware now." Adonis nodded "regardless, I wish to understand what is the reason for you to act so intensely"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I'm not intense. I'm perfectly normal." She insists.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I didn't say you were. I just commented you were acting as such." Adonis corrected

[g1rl-of-war]

"Frankly, you're acting odd." She rolls her eyes. "You're too calm. All the time."

[praetor-pulcher]

"well, how am I acting odd?" He asked "thank you, I suposse."

[g1rl-of-war]

"That wasn't a compliment." She mutters under her breath.

[praetor-pulcher]

"it's what I choose to see it as." Adonis says blankly

[g1rl-of-war]

"Selective much?" Evie replies. She knows its risky, but she really doesn't care.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' voice stayed calm "that is not a proper manner to speak to a praetor"

[g1rl-of-war]

She takes this as a challenge. "Truth hurts praetor."

[praetor-pulcher]

He takes a few deep breaths before answering calmly "excuse me?"

[g1rl-of-war]

She smirks. "Ah! You're struggling to keep calm. Maybe I'll see why my father favours you. Or maybe you're just a whiney little child when you're upset..."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am not struggling." He pulled his hands from behind his back and left then at his sides, not before sneaking a glance to the bandages covering his knuckles "I am not a whiney child. Your father... it is unimportant"

[g1rl-of-war]

She looks at the bandages raising her eyebrows slowly. "You sure? Like 100%, totally, completely sure?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis kept his gaze on his knuckles before looking up, calm as ever, chin high "sure about what?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"That you're not struggling." She tilts her head slightly. "If you get to ask intrusive questions, surely I can do the same."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I can assure you, am not struggling" Adonis answered almost automatically "my questions were not intrusive."

[praetor-pulcher]

The daughter of Mars is known for her rather short temper. It is not surprising to find her storming off from someone, after training or arguments, because if she doesn't, she'll get in trouble for hitting them.

She's made that mistake once before, and she won't make it again.

Currently, she's pacing on the Field of Mars, muttering some.... colourful phrases under her breath in Latin.

( @g1rl-of-war)

Adonis was walking through the Field of Mars after a long, few hours long training, wiping dime swear from over his brow before finding her; the son of Venus stood, watching the scene unfold in front of him for a minute before clearing his throat to grab her atention

"is everything in order here? Are you feeling unwell?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No I am not feeling unwell!" She snaps before realising who she was speaking to. Her eyes widen as she pales. But, she's reluctant to apologise.

[praetor-pulcher]

He didn't flinch, his hands went back behind his back as they did most of the time and he nodded

"a 'no' would've sufficed..." he muttered under his breath, his voice still silk smooth "do you have any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"Why would you think I have issues?" She retorts, her hands on her hips, glaring. "I do not have issues."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I was simply asking a question. I do not think you have any issues." He answers before asking again "are you having any issues?"

[g1rl-of-war]

"No!" Her response is very high pitched.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am aware now." Adonis nodded "regardless, I wish to understand what is the reason for you to act so intensely"

[g1rl-of-war]

"I'm not intense. I'm perfectly normal." She insists.

[praetor-pulcher]

"I didn't say you were. I just commented you were acting as such." Adonis corrected

[g1rl-of-war]

"Frankly, you're acting odd." She rolls her eyes. "You're too calm. All the time."

[praetor-pulcher]

"well, how am I acting odd?" He asked "thank you, I suposse."

[g1rl-of-war]

"That wasn't a compliment." She mutters under her breath.

[praetor-pulcher]

"it's what I choose to see it as." Adonis says blankly

[g1rl-of-war]

"Selective much?" Evie replies. She knows its risky, but she really doesn't care.

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis' voice stayed calm "that is not a proper manner to speak to a praetor"

[g1rl-of-war]

She takes this as a challenge. "Truth hurts praetor."

[praetor-pulcher]

He takes a few deep breaths before answering calmly "excuse me?"

[g1rl-of-war]

She smirks. "Ah! You're struggling to keep calm. Maybe I'll see why my father favours you. Or maybe you're just a whiney little child when you're upset..."

[praetor-pulcher]

"I am not struggling." He pulled his hands from behind his back and left then at his sides, not before sneaking a glance to the bandages covering his knuckles "I am not a whiney child. Your father... it is unimportant"

[g1rl-of-war]

She looks at the bandages raising her eyebrows slowly. "You sure? Like 100%, totally, completely sure?"

[praetor-pulcher]

Adonis kept his gaze on his knuckles before looking up, calm as ever, chin high "sure about what?"