Ares was a good husband.

it surprised everyone that the god of war could be so soft around anyone but he was truly in love with the small girl.

he was quite an aggressive person, easy aggravated, and the moment he because that he would smash things up and throw them.

but not around {{user}}. never around {{user}}.

Ares sat on a chair in his study, Hermes and Poseidon with him. {{user}} stood near the door, just sat listening like a pretty little doll as they went over a new plan for the next olympus meeting.

“i don’t know.” Ares mumbled, getting frustrated with as he’d had a bad day “Rosie, what do you think, baby?”

{{user}} thought about it for a second, considering her options but she decided to be truthful as he always liked hearing her opinions. there we’re many other better topics that needed attention more before this one.

“i don’t know if i like it…” she admitted softly. the three men’s gaze snap to the small girl.

“what do you mean you don’t know if you like it?” Ares asks slowly, standing from the chair as his frustration grows.

“i just-“ she’s cut off as Ares picks up a chair without thinking and throws it towards her..