#finally them

[cherrysodabear]

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[bnbc]

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comission done by amazing @minilev thank you so much! I absolutely love how it turned out to be!

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[onepilogues]

@audaciiae liked for a starter: ARES

Ares, Ares, manslaughtering, blood-stained, stormer of strong walls, is there no way you can go and hold back this man from the fighting, Tydeus' son, who would now do battle against Zeus father? Even now he stabbed in her hand by the wrist the lady of Kypros, and again, like more than a man, charged even against me.

Ares eyes are suffocation, a cataclysmic cyclone of unshed ichor and the white of his eyes nearly swallowed by the deep dark of his pupils. His anger had branded a seam into his side, a hot knife steadily dripping his indignation in a telltale trail of puce on the floor behind him with each step. In fact, he is practically spuming at the mouth like a dog, burning burning burning in his fury, only no— something is not quite right.

There is not rage left when he loads his weight against the threshold of Apollo's domain, steam billowing off his shoulders and the treble of his lower lip, though sewn into a snarl betrayed a deeper agony. He hopes Apollo knows the difference.

"I have done as you asked."

His voices resigns, casts his eyes up behind the blood wet of his hair. The mortal wounds were inconsequential, Diomedes spear still broken off in his side. Only the purple of his eye, blackened shut and the weeping gash along his jaw were god inflicted, his mother. He coveted no one more— did he?— and he had deceived her. Her love had been the only steadfast affection since his birth, and her abandonment upon his betrayal twisted violently inside him. So why did he want nothing more than for Apollo to look at him?