Ares (ares_godofwar) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-11-04 02:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | ares, phobos |
Torn... I'm filthy. Born, in my own misery.
Who: Ares (ares_godofwar) and Phobos (fearandpanic)
What: Father and son bondageing.
Where: Brooklyn (B)AR.
When: (Backdated to) Monday 2 November, ~9pm.
Warnings: The Ares package.
To say he was surprised when Phobos was the one who initiated contact and actually asked him out - to drinking, no less - would be an understatement. It had left him bewildered and dumbfounded at the start, but that quickly faded into a slight smile and another set of overwhelming emotions that struggled in vain to surface.
Of all the kids he had with Aphrodite, Phobos was the one he felt most distant with. Sure, Eros and Anteros got on his nerves more often than they should, and they fought too, but that was how family worked. With Phobos, it was completely different - he tried, once. In younger days he gave the boy everything he asked for; talked to him, made him smile, showed him the world, taught him how to defend himself, held his little hand out to the night sky and guided his finger to trace the constellations out.
Kids grew old too fast. In a blink of an eye the wooden sword was thrown away, exchanged for a real one as it was left to rot, and Ares couldn't protect him anymore. And while they had a much better relationship than Ares did with Zeus, he couldn't help but wonder if somewhere along the lines he had screwed up to the point where Phobos felt like he couldn't tell Ares anything, or that it wasn't necessary, or that...
It seemed like a curse the pantheon had, passing on the worst traits they had to their kids.
"Hey," he said, patting the blond on his shoulder, smiling. He didn't even have to try.