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[mphecate]

Humble request

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Fate really had its ways to play pranks on unfortunate creatures and clearly was the target that day. Adding to the fact Hecate had sprained her ankle while rushing to her next appointment, it had to happen right in front of one of the gods she despised the most. "Don't play dumb, oh wait look who I'm talking to." Hecate rolled her eyes as she felt her body being lifted, wrapped arms around his neck for support, but her face was turned as far as possible from his.

"I'd rather cut my own tongue." Her voice was whiny, lips shaped into a pout from the annoyance the goddess felt at that moment. He was an idiot, but considering the circumstances, an useful one. “Leave the sneaky hands to someone who welcomes them.” Her ankle started to gain a tone of redness with subtle hue of purple and the simple wobbling of Ares steps made her foot hurt. “Could you take me home? I’ll find a way to pay you back. Last thing I need is to be in your debt.”

[mpxarawn]

More Work ||

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Ares was too amusing sometimes to the Celt. He laughed, an almost cold tone veiled in his voice.  While normally the Celt would avoid the Greeks almost as much as he’d try to avoid his brother, there were often things called to his attention that needed to be taken care of urgently. Arawn reached for a stack of papers from the top of his pile. Yes, Ares had been good. No complaints from people. There was that continuous ban in request from Hephaestus but that wasn’t in Arawn’s scope of work. 

He took a sip of his tea and gazed at the war god before him. “Oh, no. Nothing of the sort. I can deal with my brother on my own, after all there’s been moments where I’ve come close..” he states. He has no need for Ares’services of murder and chaos. He set the papers he’d initially grabbed in front of Ares. “There’s some work for you to do.” he states. 

“I’m catching up on all the contracts and permits outstanding and while Hel, punctual Miss that she is, already submitted all her papers for the Pits as the new owner a year ago and you still have not.” Arawn states. He crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. 

“So, that’s why you’re here. Update your paperwork,” he states. “Oh, and you really can’t take it with you. I like to make sure my contracts are fulfilled.” 

[aphroditexmp]

Confession | Aphrodite & Ares

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NO.

The first reaction was violent and it was a wonder he hadn't started shouting. No. There was a very fine line in which he and Aphrodite had walked. The arrangement had suited them just fine throughout the centuries. What fucking business did she have to even try to jostle things now!?

He had shot up from where they had been sprawled together on his bed, tangled sheets and pillows rumpled behind them and started pacing. Whatever usual argument they had about their petty jealousies was lost. Lost in the gravity of her confession. Leave it up to Aphrodite to plunge head on with her feelings. She always had more balls than the rest of them.

"What do you want me to say?" His voice uncharacteristically quiet. He stood with his back to her, shoulders tense as he gazed across the quiet backdrop of Mount Phoenix at night. "I ain't a romantic, babe. Do you expect me to be grateful?"

She didn’t expect anything from Ares, never had, but there had always been a spark of hope in her heart that maybe - just maybe - he might have loved her too. The fact was that many had confessed to Aphrodite in the past and she had never cared for them. Par of that one mortal man, they were all simply enraptured by her beauty, of which she was only partly responsible. Ares was different though. Her paramour of centuries, they had been pulled apart and together time and time again, but Aphrodite was growing frustrated by the uncertainty.

Holding up the blanket to cover her naked frame, her steady gaze watched as Ares turned away. He was always so handsome with his broad shoulders and chiseled jaw, but that wasn’t what drew her to him. They were opposites, bringing out perhaps the worst in each others, and somehow still balancing the emptiness in their respective hearts. Though now she wondered whether it was only one sided.

“Say you love me too,” she responded, her usually flirtatious voice timid and soft, “Do you... not love me?” Her heart stopped in her chest and, without realising it, tears began to well at her eyes. She took a deeper breath, wiping them away. “I love you, Ares. And I may not say it often, or ever, but I have for the longest time. Do you feel absolutely nothing for me?”

[phobetorxmp]

Sending Sweet Dreams

starter for @aresmp​ ft Phobetor & Ares

With silent steps across the god’s bedroom floor, Phobetors tall body forms from the shadows as Ares’ room is cast in darkness whilst he sleeps, quite innocently for someone so dangerous and demented. As he draws closer to the bed, Phobetor’s long fingers brush across surfaces as he passes, trinkets or décor, as he eyes Ares’ idea of decorating with an unamused, judgemental arch to his eyebrow. Even being this close to the other god sets his nerves on edge. There was something to the very fear Ares’ creates by existing and exerting his influence, that feeds the darker parts of Phobetor that the god rather likes to pretend don’t exist. 

The parts of him that relish in anguish and terror, all ingredients the other Greek manages to elicit in people so expertly. Phobetor doesn’t like who he is when Ares is around, even now as he draws closer to his sleeping form with a sharp look of contempt in black eyes fixated on him, a part of him wonders just what is he doing?! 

“Why did you have to come back?” The god of nightmares murmurs, before the whites of his eyes darken and with a gentle, brushing touch to Ares’ forehead, as if lovingly sweeping back his hair, Phobetor attacks in the way only he can. Ares’ was not immune to fear, only his special concoction was not like others. Violence and bloodshed didn’t scare him, it fed him, but his narcissism and arrogance have their weakness. Phobetor can see it now, a nightmare built on defeat after defeat and crippling weakness. He wants to make Ares’ suffer and this is the most perfect way to do it. 

[mphecate]

2AM Absurdity

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Is this asshole for real. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Hecate was not one to swear often, but the God of War had this effect that stripped all poise or patience from her. Especially at 2am in the middle of the night. “In case you’re unaware pea-brain, that’s how phone calls work. YOU. CALLED. ME.” The days were chaotic enough to keep her from relaxing properly and having her sleep cut off by such nuisance as Ares riled her up incredibly. 

It was no use, the eagerness to shove his face into a cauldron was too immense for Hecate to even try get back asleep and got up to reach for her black linen robe. “It’s 2am Ares, on a Wednesday night. I was asleep.” Her voice reflected her annoyance towards him without any masking. “Since you had nothing better to do than to call me, I’m assuming you’re either immensely bored or have a death wish. If you’re not going to properly entertain me nor is this an emergency. Unkindly piss off.” 

[mphecate]

war and spells ❖ Ares & Hecate

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Despite the otherworldly nature within every habitant, the island still had its share of peaceful moments and most of all, boring moments. Hecate had grown a certain expectation while making her way to Mount Phoenix, curiosity filling her brain about the land filled with the many gods and demi-gods of many beliefs. However, the first weeks had been rather dull, between the preparations of her home and the new workplace and the goddess had grown impatient, in need of a release.

For such occasions, there was a classic solution and seeing that type of establishment in a place like this somewhat puzzled her. Deities were known for their needs, but this was supposedly a haven for their offspring. A slight annoyance, yet she brushed the thought aside as her mind stayed behind while her body entered the room.  

Nearly an hour passed, sufficient to the occasion and Hecate’s demeanour had changed to a more relaxed posture, stepping along the corridor to the reception hall, adjusting her sleeves and jacket. The presence of a man had been noticed, although solely only until she’d be at an arm’s length away his aura had been identifiable. “Ugh.” The God of War. And the last deity she’d wish to lay eyes upon after just blissful times. Hecate kept her pace, praying to the Titans that he’d somehow be too drunk into his own ego and not notice her.

[mpxtsukuyomi]

❛ She wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. ❜

Tsukuyomi’s blank stare instantly hardened into a piercing glare, and even though it remained out of sight with his back turned against the Greek god, the dark energy he emitted was palpable. Though that wouldn’t unsettle the other a single bit, he knew. That man was one of chaos, of discord, and if anything, this kind of reaction from Tsukuyomi would stir him on considerably.

He almost felt he could see then, the arrogance that radiated in the air, the smug victory that the other god surely held proudly. He wouldn’t involve himself in such situations usually, and he was about to walk away as if he had heard nothing. Only he opened his mouth to speak, and little did he know that this was the beginning of a long, long battle.

“Thank you for saving her life,” he spoke through gritted teeth, fists resisting the urge to clench tightly until his nails cut through his mortal skin. “I’ll be sure to repay your good deeds.” With that, he stepped off and away from Ares, his eyes closed but wide open with only one face he saw, one that he still held closest to his heart.

Amaterasu.

[mpapollo]

“What made you think you could protect yourself here?”

Apollo had just landed an arrow straight to the temple of the beast. Ares comment made him turn his whole body. An audible noise followed, filled with his annoyance. He would curse Ama later for making them go out searching for this creature together.

"Excuse me? Do you forget who I am?" He asked. Apollo lowered his bow. While Artemis was definitely a better hunter than him, he was a master of his bow.

"Just because I don't resort to my fists to protect myself, doesn't mean I'm not capable." He rants over at the large god. He normally tolerated Ares attitude, but this had struck a nerve. With a shake of his hand, the bow disappeared. "Let's go take this creature somewhere before some demigod stumbles on it."