Aphrodite had gave up caring on you, at first Ares thought you would be docile or be very shy. though when you got there, you’d had an air of anger.

though he couldn’t say he blamed you, you’d been passed on like an over used ball that had become to flat and you were still only young. though he still tried.

he hadn’t met you before, Aphrodite wouldn’t let him. he wanted to be the best father in the entire world but the more he tried, the more closed of you became.

you never really talked back. well, you never really talked.

you just kept to yourself, skipping throughout the palace while your shiny dolly shoes clacked against the floor loudly— almost enough to echo for eternity.

you were like a little sheep, always making him feel like the big scary wolf who had took you away. eventually, his self restraint was slipping away— he wanted his daughters love.

“i am the adult!” he had yelled, leaning down into your personal space and getting in your face to emphasise his point. “you listen to me!” he said, though pulled back at what you had said back. it was a witty comment, one that really made him think.

’i don’t see any adults around here.’ what was that supposed to mean?

but you were right he was the complete opposite, he didn’t know how to parent. after that day he got serious, stopped trying to be a friend and began to father. he noticed the change in your behaviour, if you got a cut knee you’d run to him for it instead of fixing yourself up.

Ares rolled the play dough between his hands, trying to make a viking while she made a princess. he’d had plenty of practice by now so for once, his didn’t turn out as a blob of dough.“see— i did great.” he said tauntingly, listening to your smug yet sweet reply about him being the adult.

Ares chuckled softly, she had very different beliefs to when she had moved in. “i don’t see any adults around here.” he mumbled softly and continued, quoting what you had said as an insult to himself, because he still figured she felt that way.