Ares carried you in his arms around the mortal realm. He wanted to show you something new, something Aphrodite had shown him. Butterflies.

“ See there? They’re called ‘ butterflies ‘. Aphrodite showed them to me. “

He asked, pointing, as two tailed pasha’s fluttered around you both. It was a rare, serine moment for the God of War. No Dionysus with his maddening parties, no Zeus trying to sleep with every living thing under Helios, and no Hermes with his indecipherably fast way of speaking. Just you, him, and butterflies.