accidental matchmaking? with @mpxhel and @mparwyn
Despite the fact that Ares was not overly fond of starchy events, he managed to still look decent enough to be granted entrance to the gala. The past few weeks had set him into the foulest of moods, only occasionally broken out of monotony by “hanging” out with Tohil and generally beating the crap out of the challengers at the Pits. A good few weeks in which he made no effort to actually talk to his supposed lover. Oh he knew she was going to be here tonight, it was a chance to dress up and dazzle. Aphrodite would never pass up an opportunity to be the most dazzling one in the room. And so Ares went, if only to prove to her that he was ignoring her.
The gala was already in full swing by the time he arrived, dinner almost served and thus the guests were being encouraged to mingle and drink. And so mingle and drink he did. He didn’t bother any more than cursory nods to those who called his attention. He was not the small talk type of god anyway. The first strings of the opening music began to play before he realized he was already feeling antsy in his wait. Of course Aphrodite would show up late. Or she was probably already around but doing what she did best. The thought of her absconded in some corner with a random god made Ares fume and toss back the glass of whiskey he had opted for instead of the pre-offered champagne. Fine. If she was going to act accordingly, so would he.
Spotting a very familiar form at the other end of the dance floor, Ares easily made his way over to the goddess, the customary smirk already on his face.
“Now why, would a pretty little thing such as yourself be standing all alone here?” He made a blatant show of his eyes raking the figure of Hel dressed in a voluminous gown, complete with a crown. As ornery as she was, he had to admit the Norse goddess had spunk. Offering his hand, he gestured towards the dance floor. “Come on, “
To both of their surprise, Hel accepted and off they went. Ares was known for being brusque and rough, and dancing was not something you would probably associate with a god of war. But dance he could, and he could dance well. Evidence of how easily he cradled the tiny form of Hel and spun her gracefully around the room as the music played. Even with all of her skirts, he was able to twirl her about, the red of her gown swirling like wine upon a glass.
“Not bad,” He smirked down on her, knowing that this was probably the first time she had attended such events. “I suppose I should thank you for dressing up for your boss, little hellfire.” He let his eyes roam again. “Though I must say this look is far too much for you. And with all the bling too! Did you steal that from a dragon’s hoard?” Ares was a good dancer, but he was definitely not a good date.