The morning came the same way as the night went, filled with the light melodies of love making. Ares was wrapped in the warm embrace of Lana. Her fingers brushed along the back of his neck, down along the back of his shoulder blade as though she was admiring a sculpture.
Ares smiled and pulled away from her. He kissed her for a few moments before finally peeling himself away from her sticky body. He whispered as quietly as he could, only foSSr her ears. "I love you."
Realising how embarrassing the situation was, he fled out of the tent and into the cool air. He shuddered and looked around to the nearby soldiers who straightened up and stared at him wide eyed.
"Morning," Ares nodded to them.
They nodded in return. "Morning Ares-kin…"
"Lovely morning, isn't it?" Ares asked.
The soldier remained paused for a moment. "Yes… it is."
