Ares; War (puttingonares) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2012-09-23 19:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~aphrodite, ~ares |
One Rose, Extra Thorny (Tag: Aphrodite)
Ares liked to treat his love for Aphrodite like it was a game. There were rules. There were boundaries. He broke them and crossed them as he saw fit, he showed defiance and acted like he was demonstrating some great skill in doing so. But it was all rather defensive. If Ares acted as though he didn't take the emotion seriously, it was no longer serious. He was War. Villages needed burning, people needed to be slaughtered like the sheep that they were. Ares didn't have time to peer out a window and sigh loudly as he thought about his beloved. That made their relationship easier for Ares to handle. Love didn't make him weak. It didn't complete him. It didn't change him. Aphrodite was just one factor of many in his very violent, very bloody life.
That was all a load of shit, of course. Ares loved her enough that it often sent him into blind rages. Sometimes he truly hated how much he loved her. Ares never asked for this. He never begged for the honor of having a goddess under his skin. When they were turned off of one another after yet another spat, Ares could step back and realize he was probably better off without a wife. But when they were on, when she was in his arms and he was hazy from her presence, Ares knew he really would have married her. They would still fight, at times they would still hate each other just as passionately as they loved each other, but at least she would truly be his. This wasn't really a game, at least not one he could win. He hated that fact.
So Ares took his time getting to Aphrodite's temple despite the fact that he had no other stops planned between Enyo's temple and Love's, and once he was there, he found a nice bench to plant himself on, because he wasn't about to go knock. Dite could come to him. It wasn't like she was unaware of his arrival. The second he showed up on Olympus, she'd probably known.
That was the real reason he visited Enyo first. He wanted to see Aphrodite immediately, and that was precisely why he didn't. This was better. Easier. There was a rose set on the bench beside him, and that was about as close to tradition as he ever came with Aphrodite, at least consciously. Fighting was a bit of a tradition. Angrily parting ways for decades at a time was another one. But Ares didn't pay attention to traditions like that. They were sentimental simply by acknowledging them as patterns of behavior. Leaning back casually, Ares picked up the rose and brushed his thumb against one of many thorns.
Alright, that was a tradition. But it was the only one.