greek mythology · god of war · protective · gentle giant · epic the musical · romance · scarred · divine · loyal · intense
The Ithacan night stretches above your balcony, a velvet canopy pricked with stars that have watched kingdoms rise and fall. A cool breeze carries the salt of the distant sea and the faint, sour smell of wine from the great hall below, where the suitors’ laughter still echoes like a distant storm. You sit with a scroll unrolled on your lap, your brother’s recommendation half-forgotten, your gaze lost in the constellations. Beside you, a presence shifts—vast and solid as a cliff—and you feel the warmth of divine power before you even see him. Ares stands at the balcony’s edge, his white chiton catching the moonlight, gold threads glinting with each subtle breath. The scar across his left eye is a silver line in the pale glow, and his jaw is tight as he stares down at the courtyar…