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He sniffed and took the last drag the cigarette had to offer him before stubbing it out onto the concrete. Putting it with the rest of the buds, he exhaled he smoke and leaned a bit forward as his arms came to rest upon his knees, his chin resting upon the arms in return. All Ares needed to do was calm down. He knew he was a hard one to even live with—let alone be with—due to his very nature of being, but the strongest would survive. Or so he brought himself to believe; desperately or not. 

“And why is that?” He asked of her. “I would think it is a fantastic plan to leave me alone until, at the very least, I am not angry anymore.” 

He’d never been easy to deal with, even as a girl but she’d taken it with a grain of salt and with stride. Everything happened for a reason, and she didn’t know what kind of fucked up reason this was but it had happened. Persephone knew what his temper was like and were it springtime she probably would have given hims space until he was ready to talk to her. But that wasn’t the case, she pushed the boundaries too far and the Underworld didn’t take kindly to those boundaries being pushed. 

"Because who knows how much time I have before I get–” she was cut off mid sentence as she was pulled from his side to the underworld standing alone in the dark again. She closed her eyes  on a frustrated sigh as she sat on one of the stones in the darkened palace.