@gentleglooms thanatos asked for ares : β i had it under control. you didnβt need to do that. β
β it wouldn't hurt you to say thank you from time to time. β the irony in his tone is unmistakable. sharp, teasing, and utterly intentional. ares makes no effort to soften it, nor does he see any reason to. instead, he leans casually against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he watches her with an amused glint in his eyes. he can see it clearly: thanatos would have found her own way out of trouble, just as she always does.
she is not weak, and he knows it. yet there is something about the way she moves through danger that pulls him in every single time. a silent challenge, a magnetic pull he cannot, or refuses to, resist. ever since he pulled her from that hellhole, ever since his hands wrapped around her to drag her back from the edge, something between them had shifted. it was no longer just banter, no longer just tension in passing. there was an unspoken connection forged in blood, fire, and survival.
and now, no matter how much he pretends otherwise, ares always keeps an eye on her. he appears when the air grows heavy, when chaos stirs, when danger lurks too close. sometimes he shows up before she even realizes she needs him. and sometimes, he arrives just in time to stand at her side in the crossfire. a slow smirk curves his lips as he pushes himself upright, stepping closer to her. β i can't let you have all the fun, can i ? β
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