Antigone took a step back; he seemed pissed off, even through the smile. And anyone that used the words my lady just threw up so many red flags for her. "Uh," she said, feeling crowded even though the hallway wasn't that narrow, feeling like she should very much get out of there. "Is she expecting-" she was saved when the door to Romeo's bedroom was pulled open, and the Muse came out in a short, dark dress.
She’s barely had time to change. Her stupid meeting at work had gone on longer than expected, two of the writers arguing over a character point, neither backing down. Melpomene, who had run out of fucks to give about the time she'd messaged Ares, just wanted to get out of there. She liked mortals, really, she did. She liked what they could do, and what she could make them do, but some days you just needed something bigger, you know? And they didn't get much bigger than Ares. She bit her lip when she saw him, unf. "Ares," she said, eyes taking him in.
"Ares?" Antigone repeated, backing up a second time, and shooting him warning daggers with her eyes. Why the fuck was Ares here?