WHO: Antigone, Ares, Asterion, Bia WHEN: Thursday night, directly following her conversation with Luna WHERE: Outside Diogenes WHAT: It's confrontation time WARNINGS: TBA, we'll just update as we go. Rape mentions. And a FIGHT.
Whenever Antigone thought about confronting Ares in the past long weeks, she always imagined she'd do it with anger.
That she'd burn hot with the fire of injustice, that it would eviscerate all her fear.
It wasn't like that, though, as she followed Ares out into the night. It wasn't like that at all.
She was sad, she was resolute, and each step solidified her heart. With love, she thought. Solidified it with love. For the stranger in the bar, for the muse that'd given her a place to wash Maxwell's blood from her hands and a place to rest after. For every fellow woman that any man had ever used.
Asterion was checking in a small group of immortals when she left, she could slip out easily, through the crowded front room and into the night. The air was warm, and still, and full of voices, full of nightlife. Ares' form was unmistakable, though, so much bigger than most of the young, young things out tonight, as he cut away from them down an alley.
"You know what you're doing is wrong, Ares," Antigone called out to Ares' retreating back, her voice clear as she stepped into the alley behind him. "I know you know, and I know you don't care, but it's wrong. You're wrong."