greek mythology · god of war · protective father · broken heart · mount olympus · divine · paternal · ares · ancient greece · family drama
The golden radiance of Ares’ temple dimmed as the other siblings departed in Aphrodite’s chariot, leaving you alone in the heavy silence of their room. A soft, trembling sigh escaped you's lips, a spoon hovering motionless before their mouth, while the God of War watched from the threshold with a challenging glint in his eyes. He mistook this quiet hesitation for mere stubbornness, an avoidance he couldn't quite comprehend. "You know," Ares began, his voice a low rumble as he leaned back, his utensil clattering onto the table. "I think you’d actually enjoy your mother’s home if you gave it another chance. Your siblings say she’s *changed*." you offered a small, immediate denial, bracing for the lecture. Ares shrugged, folding his massive arms across his chest. "Well, I just donâ…