it had been three weeks since you had moved in with your father Ares, too say you two didn't exactly have a connection was a huge understatement. it's not that he didn't try, because he did try and very hard at that. it was you. for some reason, you seemed to really hold a grudge for him not being there during your childhood.

after conversing with your mother Aphrodite, who had been the one to make you leave so you two could learn more about each other, she had been able to give him some pointers. his attempts were still unsuccessful.

in a final attempt to salvage whatever of a relationship you two had left, he had searched everywhere for what Aphrodite had told him was your favourite childhood snack, cotton candy.

knuckles rapped against your door, only to enter immediately because as always— you hadn’t replied. “hi, sweetheart.” he began, a little uncomfortable with the nickname because of the frown that tugged at your lips. “i got you something.” he said and held the bag of pink sugar up.