Eyes For Miles- Ch. 2
By Samri
Disclaimer: Again, I own nothing. Just these clothes on my back and an ol' pickup truck... Summary: In this chapter, we get to see what I've done with the timeless Greek gods. I do hope you enjoy it. More of our beloved mortals (and slightly immortal warriors) soon, I promise.
Chapter 2
"Where the hell is Ares?!" Athena demanded, storming into the hall where her father, Zeus, sat amongst the other great Olymipan gods. She looked disheveled. Her hair, cut short and spiked straight up on her head, was matted in blood. Her sword was sheathed at her side, and there was a cut or two upon her shoulder. Her eyes were flashing a bright grey.
Ares wasn't in his usual seat, between Hera, his mother, and Aphrodite. The two women were leaning across the empty chair and speaking in low voices. They looked up and regarded Athena with an air of disdain when the latter entered the great hall. Athena preferred to spend her time with the male gods. Their tastes in pastimes amused her far more than the females.
She had been in Troy with Ares, fighting on the side of the Greeks, regardless of the fact that she was the protector of Troy. Paris had annoyed her with his foolish actions. Ares simply fought where the battle was hottest and, like always, had run off in a fit as soon as he was injured.
Zeus raised his mighty arm and pointed silently out the left exit. Athena stormed out.
"Militant dyke," Hera whispered to Aphrodite as Athena moved out of earshot. Zeus flashed his wife a Look.
Athena followed Ares all the way into the library, where records and histories were kept. She grabbed her brother by the shoulder and spun him, shoving him into the wall. Ares, gripping his forearm in pain, cried out and shoved her back.
"Coward!" Athena roared, catching Ares with a right hook to the temple. Ares shrieked and retreated to the corner. Athena took a deep breath and followed with slow, menacing footsteps. "Ares. I swear to you, if you ever, ever, pull something like this again, I'll make you wish you could die like the mortals who make you scream so."
She stormed out, leaving Ares alone in his misery.
Disclaimer: Again, I own nothing. Just these clothes on my back and an ol' pickup truck... Summary: In this chapter, we get to see what I've done with the timeless Greek gods. I do hope you enjoy it. More of our beloved mortals (and slightly immortal warriors) soon, I promise.
Chapter 2
"Where the hell is Ares?!" Athena demanded, storming into the hall where her father, Zeus, sat amongst the other great Olymipan gods. She looked disheveled. Her hair, cut short and spiked straight up on her head, was matted in blood. Her sword was sheathed at her side, and there was a cut or two upon her shoulder. Her eyes were flashing a bright grey.
Ares wasn't in his usual seat, between Hera, his mother, and Aphrodite. The two women were leaning across the empty chair and speaking in low voices. They looked up and regarded Athena with an air of disdain when the latter entered the great hall. Athena preferred to spend her time with the male gods. Their tastes in pastimes amused her far more than the females.
She had been in Troy with Ares, fighting on the side of the Greeks, regardless of the fact that she was the protector of Troy. Paris had annoyed her with his foolish actions. Ares simply fought where the battle was hottest and, like always, had run off in a fit as soon as he was injured.
Zeus raised his mighty arm and pointed silently out the left exit. Athena stormed out.
"Militant dyke," Hera whispered to Aphrodite as Athena moved out of earshot. Zeus flashed his wife a Look.
Athena followed Ares all the way into the library, where records and histories were kept. She grabbed her brother by the shoulder and spun him, shoving him into the wall. Ares, gripping his forearm in pain, cried out and shoved her back.
"Coward!" Athena roared, catching Ares with a right hook to the temple. Ares shrieked and retreated to the corner. Athena took a deep breath and followed with slow, menacing footsteps. "Ares. I swear to you, if you ever, ever, pull something like this again, I'll make you wish you could die like the mortals who make you scream so."
She stormed out, leaving Ares alone in his misery.