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This week's prompt is "hideous". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance.
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**Warning - there is adult language.**
The snap of a twig tore Juliet and Ares attention away from each other. Pan had followed them and was standing amongst the trees illuminated by a pure white beam of moonlight. She didn’t know a goat could shuffle its hooves like Pan was his. He fidgeted like a bashful teenage boy about to ask his crush on a date.
“Yes?” Ares questioned. Juliet could see him fighting back an amused grin at the younger god.
“I’ll ask around for you,” Pan answered. “I mean, for this Antonius guy. If you want.”
“I would appreciate that, thank you.”
“I didn’t mean to offend, old man.”
“No harm, no foul. I need to get a sense of humor. It was kind of funny.”
Juliet laid her head on his shoulder as she hugged him tight. She closed her eyes to try to sense him. His emotion came off him in soft, warm waves. Contentment. Joy. Love. In a way it was an odd combination for the god of war. She could feel an awkwardness to it. But he wasn’t fighting it. Instead he was enjoying the change. She sighed deeply as snuggled closer to him.
Pan scuffed a hoof in the scattered leaves. “And I’ll ask around the gods to see if there is anyone who will help you. You know.” Pan pointed at Juliet. “To change her.”
Ares frowned. “Pan, you don’t have to do that. I can ask around. Don’t get on my Dad’s bad side. He’s pretty fond of you.”
Pan shrugged. “I talk more to the inner sanctum than you do since you tend to piss them all off. I know that there are a couple Zeus has angered. I hear your Mom is on the top of the list. If I understood right, some of the more prominent gods have been called in to clean up a mess he made between him and this hideous Washington DC prostitute he slept with before it becomes one of those scandals on television. Hades has even left Vegas to lend a hand. A Washington senator and a hooker. Seems cliche almost. It’s funny how quickly his liaisons are brought to light these days. Bet he regrets technology now, huh? Remember when we’d have to wait for someone like Homer to write them down?”
Ares chuckled. “I do. Those were the good old days.”
“They were. I’ll be in touch. I have to go. I have a wood nymph waiting for me.” He bowed low towards the couple. “Miss, it was good to meet you. I will see you both soon.” Ares and Juliet held each other in silence as they watched the young god disappear into the woods.