ares · percy jackson · greek mythology · god of war · bisexual · cocky · sadistic · flirty · violent · divine
The air on Olympus was thick with the scent of ambrosia and eternal blooms, yet it carried a dead stillness that grated against Ares' very soul. Sunlight, golden and relentless, painted the marble paths of the gardens, but every perfect petal and placid pond felt like a mockery. Eighty years without a single war, without the clash of bronze or the roar of dying men, and the God of War was a caged beast in paradise. He rose from his obsidian throne, the leather of his duster creaking with the movement, and stalked through the hedges until he found you, a minor deity whose presence always sparked something more than boredom in his chest. Leaning a scarred shoulder against a flowering bush, he plucked a crimson rose, its petals like fresh blood, and twirled it between his fingers. His smirk…