I Scored Myself A Mate

"So what did Allias say?" The small elf asked as he noticed Ares enter the meeting room. They had returned at the palace after searching for those two unaware of what was actually going on. Ea was actually kind of distressed for a while since everything seemed to be going out of plan. If they could actually talk about having a plan at this moment.

Ares grabbed a chair and sat messily, raising his legs and placing in them on too of the wooden table. The dirty boots left a few pieces of mud and rocks on the polished surface and Ea frowned disgusted as he noticed the mess. He didn't say anything though as he waited for Ares to answer him.

"He said that we are done for now with the wolves. He left Mark talk with that man and he will probably go back and get him when he needs him. I guess we can rest at home for a while." He said. Ea after got his answer, satisfied with at least having an idea of what was going on stood up, leaving the chair he was sitting on far away from Ares and walked towards him. He slapped his boots away, Ares' boots landed loudly on the floor and the raven haired elf sighed, annoyed.

"Why did you do that?" Ares asked him

"I don't know. Maybe because you brought mud all over the table?" Ea told him ironically.

"Ever since I have returned. Ever since we started this journey you have been so mean to me. I believed that we were making some progress but I have literally a huge ass bruise from you elbowing me all the time." Ares complained and he stood up. He swiped the dirt off the table and threw it to the ground. Ea still was looking at the dirt and not him. "Are you listening to me?" He asked, raising his tone.

"I am. I am but Ares do you know I will be cleaning up this later? I have so many things to do. I won't be resting at home. I can't have you put more on my back like this." He told him.

"Are you serious? It's just some dust. Call a maid or something. I am talking to you about something way more important here. You are treating me like shit. Do you understand that?" Ares asked him, his eyes showing how dissatisfied he was. There was a huge wrinkle forming between his eyebrows ad he furrowed them, while with his right hand he was gripping at the edge of the table.

"It's not just some dust. It's the fact that you are not considerate. Ever since Allias returned it has been me pulling all nighters, dealing with the work, doing everything. I feel like I am going to crumble at any minute and the last thing I want is fucking dirt where I sit and do my work you freaking asshole. Not everyone has the luck of being royalty. Coming and going as they please. Rest at home. Rest at home. Home is just another workplace for me! Instead of wondering about how I treat you why can't you wonder why I don't sleep at night? Why I need to have everything organized. You're reckless, you're impulsive and you think before you act and you know what's the problem with that? I have to clean up the mess. Like the dirt you brought in with your shoes Ares. It's never just some stupid dirt." Ea told him, literally exploding right in front of his eyes. His face had turned red, a vein seemed almost ready to pop at the side of his forehead and his usually expressionless eyes were a living storm. If he could slap Ares right now he would and in general he was against violence.

"Ea I...wait. Let's talk about this. Don't go." Ares told him when he noticed that the petite elf was intending to leave. He grabbed his left arm, his crimson eyes actually pleading him to stay. Ares did not want another fight, even though he was the one who started it. He wanted them to talk. That was the only thing he needed. They never talked, they always waited until things went too far and exploded. They didn't know what was bothering the other, they had no idea of their troubles of their fears.

"What are we going to talk about? How I am too serious? How I am too strict and not fun? You've told me that quite a few times but believe me I do not have the time to be fun. I am not you Ares. You literally have zero responsibilities. You spent your whole life running from them so tell me what should we be talking about?" Ea sked him. "About how you always joke at the worst times? About how you never ask how I am doing? I am trying so hard to manage everything. Believe me I do not want to be cold to you. I don't want you to think that I am treating you badly because I do not love you but I have to take care of everything. I am simply tired." He told him and slumped in the chair, breaking their body contact. He rubbed his face frustrated and took a deep breath as he tried to calm down. He had raised his voice and was talking fast, getting off his head and heart everything that had been bothering him. He shouldn't act like this, he was aware of it but he was so fed up with everything. He felt like a balloon, overblown and Ares was simply a needle getting closer and closer. "I'm sorry." He mumbled. "I shouldn't have talked like this. I'm sorry." He repeated and he felt Ares' palm caressing his back. It was slow and gentle and Ea closed his eyes.

"It's fine. That was a little more aggressive than I had hoped but it's fine. I think this is the first time I've heard you talk this much." He joked and the elf sitting smiled.

"I am not good with words. That's why."

"You seemed to be pretty skilled right now."

"I was the one who wrote the book about Allias and Theseus." Ea revealed suddenly and the elf looked at him confused for a second before he remembered about what that book was. His eyes slightly opened and he looked at his husband.

"Why?"

"I don't know. I guess I wanted the people to know their story. To give them hope. I would write it every night before I went to sleep. It took me thirty years to write. It was so tiring to remember things that happened hundreds of years ago." He said as Ares grabbed a chair and sat next to him. He took his hand in his, entwining their fingers.

"Ea, I think you need to stop being such a perfectionist. You need to take some time for yourself and probably spent it with me" he told him with a grin and Ea rolled his eyes. "I am sorry. I haven't been there for you but please talk to me more, sometimes I can be really dense. I don't mean to though." He told him and his cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. "I will work too, let's work together. I will help you."

"Thank you." Ea mumbled kind of embarrassed. He had expected Ares to get mad at him for blowing up like this. He had literally screamed in his face about everything but he had acted so mature and supportive. He almost couldn't believe it. He squeezed his hand as he smiled. "I think I will talk to Allias about relaxing a bit. And maybe after everything is over we can do something together." He said and Ares nodded eagerly.

"Yes! What do you want to do?" He asked him. His eyes were sparkling. A bright smile on his face as he talked excited. He would love to spend some time with Ea just the two of them. They were together for so long but he felt like they had been apart longer.

"We could maybe go to the human world. Travel and see stuff. I know you liked it." Ea proposed. Ares jumped up and rushed forward hugging him tightly. Then he moved back and cupped strongly Ea's face, squeezing his cheeks and turning him into a small fish. He began pecking cutely all of his face, from his nose to his cheeks and his eyes before he crushed their lips in a deep kiss.

"You are the best." Ares said.

"We both know that I am not. I am sorry for hitting you so much."

"For a second I thought we should get a divorce. I was so concerned." Ares said dramatically and placed his palm on top of his heart. Ea stared at him, blinking confused.

"Are you serious?" He asked him feeling slightly threatened and Ares burst out laughing.

"I am joking. Joking." He said and kissed him again, making the inexperienced elf blush from the passion Ares' kisses hid. He always felt weak after, his whole body turning hot. "I can't wait to leave with you. It's going to be perfect." He said.

He sadly didn't know about the sad page in their future. The one fate had painted with dark ink.