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Athena was going to kill Ares. Not that she was actually capable of such a thing, they were both immortals, but she was going to find a way to kill him anyway. Athena paced back and forth in her room fuming. How Dare Ares have the gall to bless one of Her soldiers. Not only that, but the blessing specifically came with the instruction that her deeds should only glorify Ares and not Athena. He did it on purpose. He had done it just to anger her. Not that she didn’t think Zosi was worthy of a blessing, but he had to have picked her in part because he knew that she would have wanted to do such a blessing herself. She could just see him gloating that he had gotten around to it first. She wanted to smack that gloat right off his face. She had been spending too much time as a human.
No...No...she shouldn’t be so hasty. She shouldn’t give in to the anger that surfaced all too readily in her human form of Phaedra. As much as she hated to admit it she needed Ares. They were at war with Egypt. What chance would they have against the real enemy if they were down a war god? No, she needed to be calm, to think rationally. It’s not like he had cursed her soldier. By all rights, he had helped Zosi. By helping her he had helped them in the war. They were on the same side of the war, as she was constantly reminding Ares. It shouldn’t matter who did what. She should be proud that Ares thought so highly of her soldier. But that was the sticking point right there. Zosi was her soldier, not his. He had no right to interfere in her business. She had mentored Zosi since she was just a girl, Ares had only decided to notice her just recently.
It was that thought that found her storming through the halls of Olympus looking for Ares. The god had decided to test her patience at a time when she had none left to spare. Between the war in Egypt and Athenia slowly deciding to decend into chaos, she had little energy left to spare Ares the benefit of the doubt. No, this had to be a barb aimed directly at her.
Athena stormed in through Ares’s doorway, not even bothering to confirm that Ares was inside before she started yelling. “Ares!” she called, her look murderous. “Would you care to explain about the little stunt you just pulled?” It was too late to stop her anger. She was already worked up and on the warpath.“Zosime is my soldier. I don’t see where you were asked to interfere.” Perhaps she should have known better than to grow possessive over a human. That hadn’t worked out so well for her the last time, but she was far too angry right now to consider such things.
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Athena was going to kill Ares. Not that she was actually capable of such a thing, they were both immortals, but she was going to find a way to kill him anyway. Athena paced back and forth in her room fuming. How Dare Ares have the gall to bless one of Her soldiers. Not only that, but the blessing specifically came with the instruction that her deeds should only glorify Ares and not Athena. He did it on purpose. He had done it just to anger her. Not that she didn’t think Zosi was worthy of a blessing, but he had to have picked her in part because he knew that she would have wanted to do such a blessing herself. She could just see him gloating that he had gotten around to it first. She wanted to smack that gloat right off his face. She had been spending too much time as a human.
No...No...she shouldn’t be so hasty. She shouldn’t give in to the anger that surfaced all too readily in her human form of Phaedra. As much as she hated to admit it she needed Ares. They were at war with Egypt. What chance would they have against the real enemy if they were down a war god? No, she needed to be calm, to think rationally. It’s not like he had cursed her soldier. By all rights, he had helped Zosi. By helping her he had helped them in the war. They were on the same side of the war, as she was constantly reminding Ares. It shouldn’t matter who did what. She should be proud that Ares thought so highly of her soldier. But that was the sticking point right there. Zosi was her soldier, not his. He had no right to interfere in her business. She had mentored Zosi since she was just a girl, Ares had only decided to notice her just recently.
It was that thought that found her storming through the halls of Olympus looking for Ares. The god had decided to test her patience at a time when she had none left to spare. Between the war in Egypt and Athenia slowly deciding to decend into chaos, she had little energy left to spare Ares the benefit of the doubt. No, this had to be a barb aimed directly at her.
Athena stormed in through Ares’s doorway, not even bothering to confirm that Ares was inside before she started yelling. “Ares!” she called, her look murderous. “Would you care to explain about the little stunt you just pulled?” It was too late to stop her anger. She was already worked up and on the warpath.“Zosime is my soldier. I don’t see where you were asked to interfere.” Perhaps she should have known better than to grow possessive over a human. That hadn’t worked out so well for her the last time, but she was far too angry right now to consider such things.
Athena was going to kill Ares. Not that she was actually capable of such a thing, they were both immortals, but she was going to find a way to kill him anyway. Athena paced back and forth in her room fuming. How Dare Ares have the gall to bless one of Her soldiers. Not only that, but the blessing specifically came with the instruction that her deeds should only glorify Ares and not Athena. He did it on purpose. He had done it just to anger her. Not that she didn’t think Zosi was worthy of a blessing, but he had to have picked her in part because he knew that she would have wanted to do such a blessing herself. She could just see him gloating that he had gotten around to it first. She wanted to smack that gloat right off his face. She had been spending too much time as a human.
No...No...she shouldn’t be so hasty. She shouldn’t give in to the anger that surfaced all too readily in her human form of Phaedra. As much as she hated to admit it she needed Ares. They were at war with Egypt. What chance would they have against the real enemy if they were down a war god? No, she needed to be calm, to think rationally. It’s not like he had cursed her soldier. By all rights, he had helped Zosi. By helping her he had helped them in the war. They were on the same side of the war, as she was constantly reminding Ares. It shouldn’t matter who did what. She should be proud that Ares thought so highly of her soldier. But that was the sticking point right there. Zosi was her soldier, not his. He had no right to interfere in her business. She had mentored Zosi since she was just a girl, Ares had only decided to notice her just recently.
It was that thought that found her storming through the halls of Olympus looking for Ares. The god had decided to test her patience at a time when she had none left to spare. Between the war in Egypt and Athenia slowly deciding to decend into chaos, she had little energy left to spare Ares the benefit of the doubt. No, this had to be a barb aimed directly at her.
Athena stormed in through Ares’s doorway, not even bothering to confirm that Ares was inside before she started yelling. “Ares!” she called, her look murderous. “Would you care to explain about the little stunt you just pulled?” It was too late to stop her anger. She was already worked up and on the warpath.“Zosime is my soldier. I don’t see where you were asked to interfere.” Perhaps she should have known better than to grow possessive over a human. That hadn’t worked out so well for her the last time, but she was far too angry right now to consider such things.
Ares lounged naked in bed, fooling around with one of the Nymphs he’d tempted away from Dionysus’s temple. She was giggling in his ear and he was saying all the idiot things lovers say to each other that they definitely don’t mean later, when he heard his name being bellowed by the wrong person. ”Ares!” There was an accompanying echoing boom as the double doors to his temple nearly flew off their hinges and smacked into the marble walls.
“Would you care to explain about the little stunt you just pulled?” Athena’s roar reverberated through the temple and Ares quirked his brows, looking down into the now petrified face of the nymph who was underneath him. ...was Athena mad about this woman? Why? What did a virgin goddess care what he got up to as long as it wasn’t with one of her followers? The nymph didn’t stick around to find out. One minute he was holding her, literally inside of her, and then the next minute she was gone and he was laying on a bed of flower petals. That was decidedly less sexy but smelled nice.
Ares sighed and twisted to sit up, scooting back against the headboard. He folded his arms and watched the doorway to his room with a flat expression, waiting for his sister’s form to darken the doorway. She’d ruined his play time. He hated his play time being invaded like this. Especially when he got petals stuck in his chest hair.
“Zosime is my soldier!” she thundered in the doorway. To him, her face was so contorted in abject rage that she may not have quite noticed the predicament she found him in. ” I don’t see where you were asked to interfere.”
Ares’s expression remained haughty and distant. He sniffed, his gaze traveling slowly over her. His upper lip curled into something near a snarl but relaxed again as he looked down at himself and began plucking little white bits of flower off him. They floated onto the blanket that covered his lap, the only thing preventing her from having a true show.
“Yours?” he asked, forcing a casual tone that probably wouldn’t last. His eyes flicked back up to her as a smirk twisted his mouth. “Or...mine...now...wouldn’t you say?”
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Ares lounged naked in bed, fooling around with one of the Nymphs he’d tempted away from Dionysus’s temple. She was giggling in his ear and he was saying all the idiot things lovers say to each other that they definitely don’t mean later, when he heard his name being bellowed by the wrong person. ”Ares!” There was an accompanying echoing boom as the double doors to his temple nearly flew off their hinges and smacked into the marble walls.
“Would you care to explain about the little stunt you just pulled?” Athena’s roar reverberated through the temple and Ares quirked his brows, looking down into the now petrified face of the nymph who was underneath him. ...was Athena mad about this woman? Why? What did a virgin goddess care what he got up to as long as it wasn’t with one of her followers? The nymph didn’t stick around to find out. One minute he was holding her, literally inside of her, and then the next minute she was gone and he was laying on a bed of flower petals. That was decidedly less sexy but smelled nice.
Ares sighed and twisted to sit up, scooting back against the headboard. He folded his arms and watched the doorway to his room with a flat expression, waiting for his sister’s form to darken the doorway. She’d ruined his play time. He hated his play time being invaded like this. Especially when he got petals stuck in his chest hair.
“Zosime is my soldier!” she thundered in the doorway. To him, her face was so contorted in abject rage that she may not have quite noticed the predicament she found him in. ” I don’t see where you were asked to interfere.”
Ares’s expression remained haughty and distant. He sniffed, his gaze traveling slowly over her. His upper lip curled into something near a snarl but relaxed again as he looked down at himself and began plucking little white bits of flower off him. They floated onto the blanket that covered his lap, the only thing preventing her from having a true show.
“Yours?” he asked, forcing a casual tone that probably wouldn’t last. His eyes flicked back up to her as a smirk twisted his mouth. “Or...mine...now...wouldn’t you say?”
Ares lounged naked in bed, fooling around with one of the Nymphs he’d tempted away from Dionysus’s temple. She was giggling in his ear and he was saying all the idiot things lovers say to each other that they definitely don’t mean later, when he heard his name being bellowed by the wrong person. ”Ares!” There was an accompanying echoing boom as the double doors to his temple nearly flew off their hinges and smacked into the marble walls.
“Would you care to explain about the little stunt you just pulled?” Athena’s roar reverberated through the temple and Ares quirked his brows, looking down into the now petrified face of the nymph who was underneath him. ...was Athena mad about this woman? Why? What did a virgin goddess care what he got up to as long as it wasn’t with one of her followers? The nymph didn’t stick around to find out. One minute he was holding her, literally inside of her, and then the next minute she was gone and he was laying on a bed of flower petals. That was decidedly less sexy but smelled nice.
Ares sighed and twisted to sit up, scooting back against the headboard. He folded his arms and watched the doorway to his room with a flat expression, waiting for his sister’s form to darken the doorway. She’d ruined his play time. He hated his play time being invaded like this. Especially when he got petals stuck in his chest hair.
“Zosime is my soldier!” she thundered in the doorway. To him, her face was so contorted in abject rage that she may not have quite noticed the predicament she found him in. ” I don’t see where you were asked to interfere.”
Ares’s expression remained haughty and distant. He sniffed, his gaze traveling slowly over her. His upper lip curled into something near a snarl but relaxed again as he looked down at himself and began plucking little white bits of flower off him. They floated onto the blanket that covered his lap, the only thing preventing her from having a true show.
“Yours?” he asked, forcing a casual tone that probably wouldn’t last. His eyes flicked back up to her as a smirk twisted his mouth. “Or...mine...now...wouldn’t you say?”
