Captivated
Chapter 4: Somebody Else
Eris woke up to the sound of Ares armor shifting against his frame. Sand from rolling in the fields matted his legs and arms. The aroma he carried smelt of blood, but that didn't shy her away. She took comfort in every aspect of him as he did on her. They were both neglected children of Zeus who had to rebel to get attention from their beloved father, which was why they were so close.
No sibling could have been affectionate to the other more then Ares and Eris. Like two peas in a pod, they savored each other's presence.
"Eris?" he whispered barley letting his breath touch her sleeping form. He knelt down next to her bed as would a begging child do to his sleeping mother. Ares swept away her fallen strands of hair to see her light brown lashes flutter open. "Eris, would you care to come with me to the battles?" Knowing she was listening, his tone rose up in anticipation. "Aphrodite was wounded by carrying her mortal son out of the battle by another man who was ordered by Athena. You can imagine how Zeus handled it! Its tension is growing rapidly and at its height. Something big is going to happen, I can tell."
"Ares, I can't." Eris answered, still sleepy from her dreams.
Disappointment shined in his black eyes. He was again devastated to be rejected from his most loyal friend. Ever since the news of her return had Ares planned and envisioned their time together. How much fun they would have weaving through the battle fields and laughing after each blow.
"Why?!" He asked trying to contain the sadness in his voice. The symptoms were ever more vivid in Ares actions, yet Eris was too blind to notice them.
"I don't feel like it today. Another time perhaps." She rolled on her other side to retain what she was dreaming before interrupted by Ares' childish games.
Anger and frustration now bloomed over Ares face and he quickly left Eris without wishing her good dreams or any comment in the matter. She laid there with closing eyes but couldn't go to sleep. Every thought of what Paris was doing with Helen kept her up and she couldn't go back to sleep.
She was done pretending to be at peace and finally bathed and clothed herself in her short dress. Generally goddesses didn't dress like that except Artemis who always loved to show off her legs. Not even Aphrodite would wear something so that screamed youth, but Eris wanted to be different. She felt like she had to change to capture his attention, even though he may never see the change.
She tied her hair, which was crimped by rolling them and drying on her index finger, in the back of her head. Gazing herself in the mirror she hated it and clawed the style off of her. Eris finally was satisfied with tying the front part of her hair low and still letting in fall loose over her shoulders and neck. As she emerged all the goddess that once knew Eris the easily angered goddess stopped in awe of her newly found beauty.
She couldn't help but smile at herself for being so clever to go along with this assemble. The only god that disapproved of it was Ares who sulked in the dark corners.
Without looking to give notice to her once best friend she rode off to Paris.
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