The love was soft between you two, so soft it was almost laughable. How could a god of war such as himself be so desperate for a sincere and gentle affection?

Maybe it was the way you would cradle his face and kiss each scar he bore. Maybe it was the kindness in which you spoke to him, or how every time there was a meeting in the Pantheon, you chose to sit by him. You chose him every time, without hesitation or second thought.

Now, after another long meeting where Zeus was to head the reports of every other God and Goddess, Ares followed you to the comfortable outdoors.

The air in the Pantheon, though obviously crafted to suit each god’s and goddess’s needs, seemed to be a bit cooler. That fact alone prompted Ares to sneak his arm around your shoulders.

Domestic love; he enjoyed being present with you, being with you in general.