Tuesday Tales - Twig

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This week's prompt is "twig". ​ We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance.
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​**Warning - there is adult language.**

The pure white light from the full moon fell through the thick tree branches in slivers. The floor of the forest was blanketed with fallen leaves, pine needles and broken twigs that snapped beneath Juliet’s boots. She stared at Ares’s back as she hurried to keep up with him. Once again he apparated them out of his cave into the middle of nowhere and again she was following a few steps behind him. All those sweet words of love and devotion were a bullshit lie. She was just his concubine after all.
She jolted a few inches in the ground as she felt a large hand reach back and wrap tight around hers. “The Black Forest in Germany,” Ares spoke.
“Say what?” Juliet questioned.
“You’re wondering where the fuck we are. We’re in the Black Forest. I’m looking for someone.”
“Oh. Got it. And you’re holding my hand why?”
“Because you called what I feel a bullshit lie. It’s not. You need to understand something. This? You and me? I’m not used to it. I fuck and I move on. Well, except for Aphrodite. And baby, I didn’t make an effort to hold her hand.  And I don’t slow my pace when I walk. I’m on a mission wherever I go because my actions alter the very fabric of this universe. So just be patient with me. I love you. Nothing will change that ever.”
Juliet couldn’t fight the smile that cracked her lips. She just hoped the darkness of the woods hid it. “So who exactly are we looking for?”
“An old friend.”
“Going to need a little more there, lover.”
Ares chuckled a little. “Well, you know so much about the Greek gods. We’re looking for Pan.”
Juliet frowned. Ares was the son of Zeus himself. Why was he searching for such a low level god?
Ares spoke before she did. “He’s not as low level as you think, baby. I’ve known him since he was a little tyke. I watched the kid grow up. My sister and the higher level gods as you put it probably have strict orders from Dad not to help me out. But Pan will.”
“I wish you’d stop that.”
“What? Reading your thoughts?”
“Yes. Kind of an invasion of privacy, don’t you think?”
“It amuses me. And I love that nearly constant intimate connection with you. You can read mine too.”
“No, I can’t.”
“Just concentrate.”
Juliet closed her eyes and forced every thought from her mind. She felt a thin strand of consciousness in her brain, one she didn’t remember being there before. She had no idea how she managed to follow it but she did.
She laughed a little. “Sex and fighting. Nice.”
“I’m the Greek god of war. What did you expect from me? Be happy.”
“That the sexual fantasies are all of me? I am.” The smile faded from her lips. Suddenly she gasped and pulled free from Ares in horror. She could see his face in the dim light. He wasn’t smiling either.
“You aren’t just going to Pan to figure out how to change me to something else,” she accused.
He glared at her. “No, I’m not.”
“You want Pan to find Antonius. What you plan to do to him…” She shivered at the thought.
“Don’t still have feelings for your old boyfriend, do you?”
“You know I don’t. You keep rummaging around in my thoughts. But what you’re planning is barbaric even for him.”
He stepped closer to her until he was hovering over her. “It’s not even close for what he did to you. Sometimes it’s great to be me. I’ve created thousands of years of war. And the most heinous actions these humans have done to each other I’m going to do to him. And more.”