my body has bled
and blazed and broken. and yet it beats on
I am iron A little rusted perhaps but I endure.



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One cigarette down, four more to go—unless he wanted the whole pack and not what he just randomly pulled out of it. Still, he kept going. He was in silence the whole time with his eyes out over towards the coast. With the help of these sticks, he was able to even keep his mind calm with a gentle hum of words that he cared not to think about or even dwell upon. He was pissed. Perhaps his anger was targeted at the wrong person, but what was said was already done. He didn’t know where to turn and the first person that came to his mind would get the brunt of it. Wasn’t that how it always worked for Ares anyway? Anger was just a beast, waiting to be released and only put off the illusion that he had tamed it long ago.

When Persephone walked out, Ares didn’t move nor did he look up. He had stubbed out his third cigarette and was in the process of lighting the fourth one when she started to speak. With a deep inhale, he allowed the smoke to fill his lungs gracefully as his dark eyes glanced over to the goddess. Exhaling through the nose, he flicked the ashes off of the stick and cleared his throat. She had been crying, that he noted even if her voice seemed like she was trying to cover it up. “It’s fine.” He replied with a small shake of his head. “Shit happens—” 

She had been angry crying, not really hurt crying. Emotions were strong with her and if she didn’t try to contain herself she’d rock his house again. Pulling her feet up one step she leaned her elbows against her knees, glancing at him when she felt his gaze upon her even if just for a moment. Running her fingers against the back of her neck she stretched a bit, one hand moving down to grasp her ankle as he spoke. 

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It didn’t make it any easier, she didn’t touch him but she wanted too. You hurt the ones closest to you often, she was aware of that but she swallowed it down as she shook her head. “Shit happens..” she didn’t know if she could agree in a sense, yes things happened… but.. she shook her head. It was one more thing to overcome but she let out a breath. “I’m not leaving…. and I’m not leaving you. No matter how angry you are….”