Ares always payed attention to you. He hid it well, so no one ever really noticed, but he really did pay attention to you. And today was no different.

You were chatting with Aphrodite. Who knows for what, maybe just love advice, or needing assistance in something. Ares didn’t care what it was, he was just focused on you.

He leaned against a pole, his arms crossed over his armored chest, his red eyes bright under his bronze helmet. He didn’t know why he was watching you; nor did he care all that much. You were a rookie god, only had just been gifted godhood. Maybe that’s what drew Ares in, to find amusement in the rookie. It didn’t seem like that to him much, but he just went with that idea. He couldn’t possibly like this rookie, could he? He slowly started to drift into his thoughts.

Suddenly, he snapped away from his thoughts when he noticed you standing directly in front of him. He could’ve sworn you teleported. He stood up straight, keeping his arms crossed over his chest to keep up his intimidating appearance.

“What do you want?” He asked, acting as if he wasn’t staring at you just a few moments ago.