Ἄρης (_ares) wrote in peripeteia_myth, @ 2009-06-19 19:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | ares, eris |
Myth: Sometimes the Apple Doesn't Fall Far Enough From the Tree
Who: Ares and Eris
What: Ares is relaxing and enjoying the nice calm before the Trojan War, Eris is most displeased with Paris's choice of recipient of her Apple Throwing Game
Where: Mt. Olympus
When: Before the Trojan War, but after the wedding Eris had such fun causing mischief at.
Rating: R
Status: Complete
Ares had spent the day relaxing. It was quiet on Mt. Olympus. For once. Usually the palace here was a hotbed of corruption, of politicking and disagreements, from the quiet battles of will to the screaming matches between Hera and Zeus. Not that he didn't revel in said discord. He did. He loved it. It made his job of pushing his fellows into fights that escalated and spilled over into humanity that much easier.
But even the God of War liked a bit of peace at home every now and then.
At the moment, everyone had gone off to a wedding. Why, he didn't know. It wasn't even a wedding between Gods. It was a mortal affair. But it wouldn't have mattered. It was a wedding, all the same. Ares made it a point to avoid such things as much as possible. People didn't really take to kindly to having him at these so called 'blessed events' anyway, so everyone was happy, really. He got some quiet time at home to relax, they got their blissful wedding. At least, until the adultry started. It always did. One of the reasons he never bothered to marry, that. What was the point? Most of the children born the gods were not the product of marital unions anyway. And the ones that were, weren't held in any higher regard.
Take himself and his twin sister, for example. Though they should have been the beloved heirs, they were castigated by their father who preferred his bastards.
Like that damn Apollo, curse him to the coldest pit in the Underworld, if only her were a mortal.
A frown marred his brow a moment, but he smoothed it out. For now. After all, there were more pleasant things to think on. Like that charming young naiad he'd met the other day. Perhaps he should go pay her a visit while it was quiet.
Standing from the cushions he'd been reclining on, he began making his slow day to his private rooms, noting how his sandals echoed on the marble floors in the silence of the Hall. Although, it wasn't as silent as it had been a moment ago.
Sounds like someone's home early. Wonder what happened.... he thought to himself, pausing to see who it was. And why.