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Ares frowned. He hadn't been paying attention, admittedly, when he first arrived, to any auras--he'd rather expected Evermore to be in her room, and chose to wait for her there. However, that soon grew boring and he searched for her aura--only to find none but Anteros' aura nearby as well. What the hell?

Scowling, and wondering what was making their auras so jittery, he shimmered to life just by them, and didn't pay much attention before asking, "Anteros! What are you doing here?"

Then he took in their appearances and he blanched briefly, groaning and rubbing a hand down his face. "s**t."

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Ever's eyes widened slightly as Ares appeared right beside her and Ross. She still had two buttons to finish on her shirt still. Actually, she was pretty satisfied that he came in when she did, before she had a chance to fully button up her shirt. She wanted him to see what was going on, anyway, the a*****e.

Apparently, though, he knew Ross... Anteros. Well that was weird. She simply sighed, though, and after finishing her last two buttons, she allowed Ross to help her up. She smiled sweetly at him, which was a little odd for her to do, and thanked him.

"Thank you. And don't worry. I wouldn't slap you. You have done nothing to warrant my anger."

Who were his parents, anyway? She could relate to what he was saying, though. Purposefully ignoring Ares, she said to Ross, "I can relate to what you are saying. My parents can make it hard to control my own and others' emotions of anger and retribution."

The black ball filled with electricity and music had dispersed awhile ago when Ever and Ross were becoming passionate. She had lost her focus and no longer kept the shadows together to form the ball. Now there were just shards of the broken CD player nearby.

And as she looked around, Ever was quite surprised to notice that it was dusk now. The sun had just set and the night creatures were coming to life.

"Parents can be overrated," Ross agreed with a smile. Anteros returned Ares' glare. He'd grown out of his fear of his father a while ago, mostly because his mom protected her kids against him fiercely. It was both a pro and a con. That, and Ares never really had been around in his life a ton, so he was more like a casual stranger than anything else.

"Would you like my physical appearance and how I feel mentally," he asked, "Or my actual age?" He decided to be straight and frank with her. He wasn't one to hide things, mostly because he hated it when he was left out of the bigger picture.

Ross gagged, his eyes widening. "What did you call her?!" he asked his father, aghast. Gods above, he was picking them younger and younger every time!

"Well, Miss Evermore, to be frank, I'm a couple millennia," he said with a smile, "but I have always looked, felt, thought, and acted like a seventeen year old. And he's not calling you a pepper," he said, laughing with some amusement, "He's calling you his 'destiny'."

Ever gasped and looked with huge eyes between Ross and Ares. You know, they looked quite a bit alike in their facial structure, now that she really looked at them. Interesting.

"You are... are you a god or something?! You had better say no!"

Then, she glared at Ares. "And you call me WHAT?! Is that some kind of sick joke to go along with the game you're playing?!"