Ares had pondered on the idea that Aphrodite could be lying to his face, a pathetic attempt to wound he and his baby daughter’s relationship. Though, the complaints still had not came to a head.

While you seemed to live up your name of being an angel while under his care, the minute you returned home apparently you were replaced by a complete and utter demon— all according to your whining mother and your stepfather Hephaestus. Though, you had took hard too their messy divorce.

Ares watched as you picked up a small teacup from the toy kitchen, making pretend tea before setting it down calmly in front of him. Ares, childishly, picked up the empty pink cup and comically took a sip, having played this dance time and time again.

“Sweetheart.” He set his porcelain cup down on the small table he was crammed into, watching you work away in the kitchen like you were truly under stress. “Come here— I need to talk to you?” Ares asked softly and calmly lowered the dishes in your hand onto the hard plastic. “Mommy says you’ve not being a very good girl recently? So why are you good for me, but not good for mommy?”