WHO Ares, Luna WHEN Thursday WHERE Diogenes WHAT A bit of fortuitous lurking WARNINGS Ares being a creeper
Ares wasn’t feeling his usual self. Ever since his bust-up with Melpomene, he’d been touchy and snappish, to the point that his usually very tolerant followers were starting to avoid him. What he needed was a drink.
Diogenes was fine. The books and mahogany weren’t his thing, but he didn’t have to pretend to be someone he wasn’t. He could occupy a table in the corner and watch the whole room, and slowly drink himself into a stupor, and not think about Melpomene being pregnant with his baby.
How had that even happened, anyway? He had no idea how women worked. She probably did it on purpose. Hadn’t she said that? She wanted his power to start a revolution. She had a tank kink she desperately needed to be played out. Not so long ago, that would have appealed, but since their fight… That desire for a more epic story to be played out had faded.
He’d been so distracted by her for weeks. It was time he focused back on other things. When was the last time he’d even spoken to Aphrodite? It was that thought in his head when he noticed the girl walk in, the one with all the tattoos, and something reawoke in his gut. He’d almost forgotten her, while he’d been reoccupied.