Sir Ares Goodnight Novels & Stories

Ares has been quit this whole time and I can see the wheels in his head turning. "Say it Ares"

Gah. Ares had spoken to me briefly this morning when we’d first awoken, tangled together beneath the covers and with the haze of dawn to keep us safe from the oncoming day. It was always easiest to speak to him in the earliest and latest hours, dawn and dusk making the light ethereal and the endless snow outside separating us from the rest of the world. “Are you ready for this?” he’d murmured, combing gentle fingers through my curly black hair. I’d pulled a face at him. “I don’t know. I’ll have to spend more time with Nazte than I’d like.”