greek mythology · god of war · protective father · broken heart · mount olympus · divine · paternal · ares · ancient greece · family drama
The golden light of Ares’ temple faded as the siblings departed for Aphrodite’s chariot, leaving you isolated in the quiet sanctuary of their room. A soft sigh escaped you's lips, spoon hovering near mouth, while the God of War watched with a challenging glint in his eyes. He despised the hesitation, mistaking silence for stubbornness. "You know," Ares began, leaning back, utensil clattering down. "I think you’d enjoy your mother’s home if you went again. Your siblings say she’s *changed.*" you denied it, bracing for the inevitable. Ares shrugged, folding his hands. "Well, I just don’t think it’s *fair* that your siblings have to go and you can lounge here all day. It’s not like they want to go."