DISCLAIMER: its been a while since i added so if I get my facts wrong, its from a bad memory.
Sad, I know.
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Well, dispite his well wishes for a good night, she didn't have one. All evening a storm
was brewing, not only in the sky, but in her heart. Ever since she was a small girl her
stepfather liked to throw her out of the house, sometimes literally, so he could spend some
"quality time" with her mother. She had spent many winter nights in the rain, the only thing
keeping her warm was the loyal companion, cerberus, lying by her side. Now, with the bleak
memories of a little girl lost in the rain and dark, she couldn't sleep with thunder in the
skies. She got shakily up out of bed, and headed for the main entrance hall to get a drink
to relax her. When she walked into the dimly lit room, there was Ares, sitting in his shrine,
deeply comtemplating as he watched the flames. As she watched him, she could see the warmth
silhouetting his figure, and the flickering made a certain sparkling in his eyes. She
couldn't help but feel that giddyness she got as a girl, seeing the young, handsome warriors
charging off to battle. Little did she know she would join them, and see them to their
deaths. Now, alone in this room with Ares himself, she felt a certain
vulnerablility.
Possibly this vulnerability existed only because she was still in
her black pants, and only her white rabbit fur vest. Good thing she had
it partially buttoned, to cover herslef. The slight chilly drafts still only added to the
shivering the thunder wrought. He looked solemnly to her, the fire changing its silhouette
on him, but still highlighting his rugged and handsome features. She smiled weakly, from fear
and fatigue, and asked "Don't you sleep?" He sat upright, and leaned back into a relaxed
position, showing his chest and stomach to the flames and hiding his face into darkness.
Than he fianlly answered, " No use in it, now is there? I am a god after all. It seems like a
waste of time." she looked at him, noticing the gruffness in his voice, and somehow admirng it.
"And what would you rather spend such precious time doing?" She busied herself pouring a
couple of drinks. "I do a lot of thinking. Family affairs, war affairs, love affairs. . ."
She smirked at him as he looked over at her. "But sleep is so relaxing. Just surling up under
a warm blanket, finally at peace, away from daily fears and lies. Just some time to be alone,
or with someone else. Or can you not even feel things like that? Is it just an annoying human
habit" She sat by him, handing him a drink. "See, what most people don't realize is that even
though we are gods, we are also human. We feel, and smell, and get drunk, and lust just as
humans do. We just don't have to if we don't want to, and we have the whole powers thing that
mortals don't have. So I can feel, and love, and sleep; when I want to." She sat thinking,
just as he was, watching the fire as it glowed into the room. :And I guess that's not to often"
looking not at him, but into her drink. But that means she couldn't notice him staring at her.
Her shaking voice had brought him onto the fear that lay deep in her heart, and he saw her
cringe at the sound of thunder echoing outside the hall walls. He looked back into the fire,
but not thinking about the flames, because they seemd so distant, so silent. His every sense
was focused nto this girl beside him. Not a warrior but an innocent little girl, 8 years old
and out in the rain alone in the dark. The rain was not hard, but it was one of those loud
storms. He heard her give a pitiful little moan every time one hit, and the last one shook the
room and made her begin to tear up. He could not help but focus everything he had onto that
solitary tear. You know how it is. When your mind is so full of thoughts, and one single thing
interferes, and it is as if every thought was drained, and the world revolved, if only for one
second around that one thing. In that tear he saw her hope and dreams, fading as she shook
terribly, right next to him.
He cautiously put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her until she lay on his chest.
He asked her, though he knew the answer allready. "So why aren't you sleeping?" She couldnt
speak. It was one of those times she knew she could hold back the tears, only if she didn't
speak. But she wanted to tell him, tell him everything. "I can't, I try, but I can't." She
pulled a hand up near her face and lay in on his chest. She could feel a heartbeat, and she
sobbed and she continued. "He. . . he scared me so bad when he freaked out. I was almost glad
to be outside. But the thunder, so loud, and it was dark, and for pity's sake I was only 6
when it started." She could barely get it allout for the sobbing interupting her mid-sentence.
"I hate storms, I love the rain but I hate the thunder. It was as if the rain washed the
thunder away, and eentually it washed away the night and sunrise finally came. I hope I never
see him again. He was sitting, still blocked from the fire so his face was darkened. Which he
was glad, so she couldn't see the silent tears running down his face. He finally saw her, still
a child, but grown into a warrior, trying to block the dark memories form her childhood. How
beautiful she was to him. God of War or not, his heart ached at the sight of her. He placed a
gentle hand on her chin and lifted her face up to face his. He could see the tear stained,
hutring eyes. He wasn't thinking anything sexual, only wanting to held this poor girl, when
he placed a genlt kiss directly on her lips, and warmly whispered, "Now I will protect you."
She lay back onto him, and in an attempt to change the subject, he commented, "you're
quite a woman you know. Is there a man lucky enough to call you his own?" She smiled slightly
"I've never really had the time. I've always benn a brave soldier, a drinking buddy, a friend.
Sure they make attempts to get into my pants. But they'd all rather hire prostitutes. Less
baggage. So ther have their whores while their wives sit at home and wonder if they are even
alive. All the while they think need no one, as if I'm a-sexual. Like I'd rather have a sword
then a man for a night." He smiled at the thought of snuggling in for a night with a sword.
"No sex? Thats boring." She sat up and looked at him. "You would know, wouldn't you, mister I
can't feel anything unless I want to. You'd think sex was just a waste of precious thinking
time." She got up and walked over to the waist high water pool. By now the storm had quieted
enough, and the conversation become interesting enough, that she was fine. He got up and
followed her over. He turned her around and backed her up against the wall. He got up close
in her face and whispered, "Bad boys like sex the most, you know. And I'm as bad as they come."
she looked up at him sarcastically, "I bet you are."He kissed her where her neck and shoulder
met, and whispered again, "Would you like me to help you back to sleep?" Sure, he said it
innocent enough, but she could feel the heat of his words as they hit her ear. "Sure."
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Nest chapter comes courtesy of a penpal friend of mine, whice I added
some sappy love stuff. It is a sex scene pretty much, and a good one I might
add, so if you wanna skip it you won't be missing any plot. But who would wanna
miss an Ares SEX SCENE!!!
Sad, I know.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Well, dispite his well wishes for a good night, she didn't have one. All evening a storm
was brewing, not only in the sky, but in her heart. Ever since she was a small girl her
stepfather liked to throw her out of the house, sometimes literally, so he could spend some
"quality time" with her mother. She had spent many winter nights in the rain, the only thing
keeping her warm was the loyal companion, cerberus, lying by her side. Now, with the bleak
memories of a little girl lost in the rain and dark, she couldn't sleep with thunder in the
skies. She got shakily up out of bed, and headed for the main entrance hall to get a drink
to relax her. When she walked into the dimly lit room, there was Ares, sitting in his shrine,
deeply comtemplating as he watched the flames. As she watched him, she could see the warmth
silhouetting his figure, and the flickering made a certain sparkling in his eyes. She
couldn't help but feel that giddyness she got as a girl, seeing the young, handsome warriors
charging off to battle. Little did she know she would join them, and see them to their
deaths. Now, alone in this room with Ares himself, she felt a certain
vulnerablility.
Possibly this vulnerability existed only because she was still in
her black pants, and only her white rabbit fur vest. Good thing she had
it partially buttoned, to cover herslef. The slight chilly drafts still only added to the
shivering the thunder wrought. He looked solemnly to her, the fire changing its silhouette
on him, but still highlighting his rugged and handsome features. She smiled weakly, from fear
and fatigue, and asked "Don't you sleep?" He sat upright, and leaned back into a relaxed
position, showing his chest and stomach to the flames and hiding his face into darkness.
Than he fianlly answered, " No use in it, now is there? I am a god after all. It seems like a
waste of time." she looked at him, noticing the gruffness in his voice, and somehow admirng it.
"And what would you rather spend such precious time doing?" She busied herself pouring a
couple of drinks. "I do a lot of thinking. Family affairs, war affairs, love affairs. . ."
She smirked at him as he looked over at her. "But sleep is so relaxing. Just surling up under
a warm blanket, finally at peace, away from daily fears and lies. Just some time to be alone,
or with someone else. Or can you not even feel things like that? Is it just an annoying human
habit" She sat by him, handing him a drink. "See, what most people don't realize is that even
though we are gods, we are also human. We feel, and smell, and get drunk, and lust just as
humans do. We just don't have to if we don't want to, and we have the whole powers thing that
mortals don't have. So I can feel, and love, and sleep; when I want to." She sat thinking,
just as he was, watching the fire as it glowed into the room. :And I guess that's not to often"
looking not at him, but into her drink. But that means she couldn't notice him staring at her.
Her shaking voice had brought him onto the fear that lay deep in her heart, and he saw her
cringe at the sound of thunder echoing outside the hall walls. He looked back into the fire,
but not thinking about the flames, because they seemd so distant, so silent. His every sense
was focused nto this girl beside him. Not a warrior but an innocent little girl, 8 years old
and out in the rain alone in the dark. The rain was not hard, but it was one of those loud
storms. He heard her give a pitiful little moan every time one hit, and the last one shook the
room and made her begin to tear up. He could not help but focus everything he had onto that
solitary tear. You know how it is. When your mind is so full of thoughts, and one single thing
interferes, and it is as if every thought was drained, and the world revolved, if only for one
second around that one thing. In that tear he saw her hope and dreams, fading as she shook
terribly, right next to him.
He cautiously put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her until she lay on his chest.
He asked her, though he knew the answer allready. "So why aren't you sleeping?" She couldnt
speak. It was one of those times she knew she could hold back the tears, only if she didn't
speak. But she wanted to tell him, tell him everything. "I can't, I try, but I can't." She
pulled a hand up near her face and lay in on his chest. She could feel a heartbeat, and she
sobbed and she continued. "He. . . he scared me so bad when he freaked out. I was almost glad
to be outside. But the thunder, so loud, and it was dark, and for pity's sake I was only 6
when it started." She could barely get it allout for the sobbing interupting her mid-sentence.
"I hate storms, I love the rain but I hate the thunder. It was as if the rain washed the
thunder away, and eentually it washed away the night and sunrise finally came. I hope I never
see him again. He was sitting, still blocked from the fire so his face was darkened. Which he
was glad, so she couldn't see the silent tears running down his face. He finally saw her, still
a child, but grown into a warrior, trying to block the dark memories form her childhood. How
beautiful she was to him. God of War or not, his heart ached at the sight of her. He placed a
gentle hand on her chin and lifted her face up to face his. He could see the tear stained,
hutring eyes. He wasn't thinking anything sexual, only wanting to held this poor girl, when
he placed a genlt kiss directly on her lips, and warmly whispered, "Now I will protect you."
She lay back onto him, and in an attempt to change the subject, he commented, "you're
quite a woman you know. Is there a man lucky enough to call you his own?" She smiled slightly
"I've never really had the time. I've always benn a brave soldier, a drinking buddy, a friend.
Sure they make attempts to get into my pants. But they'd all rather hire prostitutes. Less
baggage. So ther have their whores while their wives sit at home and wonder if they are even
alive. All the while they think need no one, as if I'm a-sexual. Like I'd rather have a sword
then a man for a night." He smiled at the thought of snuggling in for a night with a sword.
"No sex? Thats boring." She sat up and looked at him. "You would know, wouldn't you, mister I
can't feel anything unless I want to. You'd think sex was just a waste of precious thinking
time." She got up and walked over to the waist high water pool. By now the storm had quieted
enough, and the conversation become interesting enough, that she was fine. He got up and
followed her over. He turned her around and backed her up against the wall. He got up close
in her face and whispered, "Bad boys like sex the most, you know. And I'm as bad as they come."
she looked up at him sarcastically, "I bet you are."He kissed her where her neck and shoulder
met, and whispered again, "Would you like me to help you back to sleep?" Sure, he said it
innocent enough, but she could feel the heat of his words as they hit her ear. "Sure."
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Nest chapter comes courtesy of a penpal friend of mine, whice I added
some sappy love stuff. It is a sex scene pretty much, and a good one I might
add, so if you wanna skip it you won't be missing any plot. But who would wanna
miss an Ares SEX SCENE!!!