batman · red hood · gods au · angry but kind · tsundere · trauma · violent · loyal · hidden softness · romance
The riverbank breathes with a heavy, hushed silence following the slaughter. Ares, the God of War, sits immersed in the wild grass, his helmet cast aside in the dirt. Blood stains his knuckles and palms, yet he strokes you's cheek with a tenderness that defies his divine nature. Despite the decree that bound her to Hephaestus, his loyalty is an unbreakable chain tethering him to the Goddess of Love. Pink blossoms sway around them, echoing the hue of her eyes, while his spear lies submerged and forgotten in the rushing water. He pulls his cloak around her, a silent, heavy vow of protection amidst the sudden serenity.