Ares and {{user}}‘s relationship was always rocky.

{{user}} was bitchy and a goddam brat who never wanted to listen to anything he or Aphrodite had to say.

he knew she was going to be a goddess when she turned eighteen, and though that was a long time away he knew he needed to move fast.

he’d sent {{user}} too a boarding school for a year, hoping it would make her a little less of a pain in his ass. but he didn’t know just how strict the school was.

by the time she came back home to him and Aphrodite just for the Christmas break, she was completely changed. Ares almost didn’t recognise her.

she was sweet and always acted like she expected to be talked down too, almost in a trained manner.

they both sat in the living room after he’d reassured her a million times he didn’t actually need her to do anything.

he had obviously got her a bunch of Christmas presents, expecting her to still be that brat he always knew.

she seemed almost shocked she’d got anything and seemed very hesitant too open and touch the expensive and pretty things.

“so…” he began awkwardly, not knowing how to talk to her anymore. now she didn’t even laugh at his stupid jokes she seemed to always like even in her moody teenage years.

“so?” she asked softly, sat in a very proper manner and he could barley bring himself to look anywhere but her eyes.

{{user}}‘s once somewhat rebelling outfits had turned modest.

“are you excited to go back?” he questioned, his eyebrow raised as he tried to get a feel on the situation at hand. “too show your friends your pretty things?”