Philos' Bitter Holler.

[ares_dot_com]

*hours after the startlingly erogenous evening, the somnolent state of his body eroded away and War awoke. An expectant hand crept up the tousled silken sheets beside him but observes through touch that his companion eludes him. Right eye unveils itself with a soft smile, assuming his swain was merely sitting up... The left eye opened. He's not

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[dite_dot_com]

her mind was already agitated, though all outward appearances spoke to the contrary, for now at least. It didn't take long for her to answer the call, divine form popping into the room sans fanfare Ares. We need to...she paused taking in the room, one brow arching slowly

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*smiled subtlety as she arrived but glanced over his shoulder as she ogled behind him. A slightly apprehensive laugh and War swatted at an invisible assailant, the complex mattress arranging itself properly, sheets creaseless and pillows aligning themselves.*

Rough night.

*implying sleep of course, he enveloped his arms across his chest*

[dite_dot_com]

...Right.

spine straightened, shoulders pulled back as her chin jutted at a dangerous angle, arms layered themselves across her own chest to mirror his posture.

You called.

[ares_dot_com]

*cringed, her tone enough to send him sprinting away as it was, but the glare which accentuated it was even more harmful. He knew the guilt scorched against his face, not even attempting to misrepresent or cache it, as she'd then be granted the opportunity to impugn him with deceit.

Cautiously he leaned forward to kiss her cheek*

I did..

[apollo_dot_com]

Ok, what're you bitching about now?

[ares_dot_com]

With your head up in the clouds so often, you've no room to accuse, Apollo.

[isis_dot_com]

Oh... is *that* where his head is?

[ares_dot_com]

*places his hand on his chest, grinning*

You insinuate I should know?

[ares_dot_com]

O, I see, so only one of us can cavort about in these sorts of recreations? Somewhat unctuous of you, no?

*an intense scowl scratches across War's brow, shoulders hunched as he slouched toward his knees, posture testifying to his annoyance. If he were not involved, their bickering would be profoundly amusing, as who could squabble better than Love and War*

[dite_dot_com]

You know full and well this has nothing to do with any amusement you're hoping to garner. There's a difference between asking for favours and using someone. Do you think it's easy keeping the emotion of love away from them? And yet, I'm doing it. to help you.

she reached towards him, jabbing his shoulder sharply to accentuate her point

You think I'm doing it because it's convenient?

There are many things I'll do for you. Be a doormat is not one of them. I don't deserve it.

[ares_dot_com]

*veers a finger toward her, maw sculpting into that of a proficient snarl, jabbing at her as he continues*

Do not scourge me due to your agitation. I duplicate your vexation, I can assure, so there is no need for this.

[dite_dot_com]

Oh?

her head tilted as she stepped forward between his knees, hand capturing the finger pointed at her, the other curling fingers under his chin, lifting lightly

Then you understand my need for an apology, yes? I can't very well set precedent for whomever wishes to come to my temple and attempt to dress me down. It goes against all social niceties.