MOAR Aphrodite x Ares Week. 😈
Ares: *brood brood brood*
Aphrodite: Areees! *fwomp* Ares! Hi! I love you! *kiss kiss kiss* Ares? Baby, are you ok?
Ares: Dite, what do you think of me?
Aphrodite: *cups his face * Cute nose? Sexy eyebrows? Love of my life?
Aphrodite: Gross! Wanna split a sandwich? I got chips in the —
Ares: I’m the god of war. When they hurt each other I’m stuck with them. When they build shit only to tear it down, they call my name. There was this boy— Dite, I think he borrowed someone else’s armor. It didn’t fit right and got torn off. He couldn’t see me. It was strange. They always see me at the end. He was hurt— totally unarmed when he was killed. Who knows what he ever did to that Hector because—
Ares: I’m sorry. This is too much for you.
Aphrodite: No, it’s not that. I remember him.
Aphrodite: I held his head in my lap. I told him to look at me.
Ares: I didn’t even see you. Not in a place like that.
Aphrodite: I know. That’s why I remember him. He wasn’t much of a soldier but he saw me lots of times. *shrugs* I guess there was someone special to him he was thinking of. Maybe someone back home.
Ares: He died with the honor of glimpsing beauty herself. You are gracious, my love.
Aphrodite: *wistful* It’s not like that. I’ll never know who that boy saw.
Ares: surely you would know such things?
Aphrodite: *shrugs in her giant ass shirt* Such things are private. It was his life.
Ares: I’m not like you. You’re so beautiful. I know exactly how I look to them.
Aphrodite: *closes her eyes the way she does when she’s thinking of the sea.*
Ares: *concerned* *scoops her into his arms* it must be intense. The way they look at you sometimes. So personal. I wish I had been there instead. I’m sorry.
Aphrodite: I think … I think you were there for that kid. He fought like hell for … for whoever I looked like to him.
