All's Fair.
There had been a sliver of compunction in his eyes as he nodded to Aphrodite about desiring to accompany her on the visit that would be anything but a furlough late that evening. Was he pushing the limit this time? The conflict between his brother had been incremental for centuries, and it was a constant in his life, but now that Hebe was directly involved... Ares never was satisfied with veering his cataclysmic, meddling talents to mortals exclusively. He had a fixation about beleaguering quite a few of those who sat high on Olympus. Why stop now, right? Why have favourites?
*Having been shooed off for a few hours before she was prepared for the outing, he left the Temple of Aphrodite to slump into a wall in the primary hall of the paradisiacal building which dissected itself into 11 other chief God and Goddesses' temples. Eying Apollo's briefly before snickering at the terrible music and radiant hues leaking out and lapping against the archway, War drums his fingers against his arm*
..A truce is still sound if I mentally sabotage someone instead of physically batter them. We never did agree on specifics, after all. *reassuring himself by snarling the words* It's his fault for not enumerating details.
*Having been shooed off for a few hours before she was prepared for the outing, he left the Temple of Aphrodite to slump into a wall in the primary hall of the paradisiacal building which dissected itself into 11 other chief God and Goddesses' temples. Eying Apollo's briefly before snickering at the terrible music and radiant hues leaking out and lapping against the archway, War drums his fingers against his arm*
..A truce is still sound if I mentally sabotage someone instead of physically batter them. We never did agree on specifics, after all. *reassuring himself by snarling the words* It's his fault for not enumerating details.