*Warning: will feel the need to throw hands at Thomas.*

Thomas' POV

     I sit there on my bed, glaring at the door after Ares walks out of it. Such a selfish bastard, just like I knew he was. All he's doing is proving me point. Prick. My heart aches and my body is trying to shut down on me. I know I could have sucked it up and asked him to stay but he doesn't get that from me. If he wants to just walk out I don't care. Good riddance.

     I hear footsteps coming my way but I know it's Nysa, her footfalls always light and musical in a way. I continue to stare blankly at the door as Nysa gets closer, only moving my gaze when she barges into my room without knocking, as usual. I rub my chest cringing against the growing pain waiting for her to say something.

     She enters the room without looking at me or saying anything as she comes to sit at the end of my bed. She turns her head to look at me solemnly. "I knew this would happen." She says softly. There's a crease in my brow but she continues on before I can answer. "Why did you push him away?" She asks, staring me straight in the face. I scoff at her, annoyed all over again.

"What did that prick say to you? That I'm the one to blame for him walking out on me?" I ask her fuming at the idea. I feel my heart contract but I ignore it.

"He didn't say anything to me actually. He looked lost. I don't even think he noticed his own tears streaming down his face." She says, thoughtfully as if thinking back. I stare at her in disbelief.

"Tears? Why was he crying when he's the one that left?!"

"Do you forget that I have super hearing? I heard what you said, you know."

I frown at her not getting what she's saying. "Okay? What about what I said." She stares at me for a minute before shaking her head.

"Tell me one thing wrong that that man has done to you." She commands going to look outside the window that looks across a park.

"Easy he's.... he.." I frown as my mind draws up blank. As I think about last night the only thing he did was protect me even when it wasn't needed and carry me. My mood begins to dip as I begin to see Nysa's point. "He walked out this morning." I tell her meekly, knowing it was a piss poor answer.

     "You mean after you gave him shit for staying with you in your time of vulnerability and need? Or when you claimed he was giving up? And if I know you at all you probably gave him hell all night as well." I shift uncomfortably as I look out the window wishing to disappear into the mattress. Fuck.

     "I..." She cuts me off almost immediately and at this point I can't blame her.

     "You're pouting because you didn't get the type of Bond you were expecting. Because strong alpha types remind you of him. And in return you're talking it all out on the one you're supposed to love forever. If I was him, I would've walked away last night." I hang my head in shame at her words, knowing they're true.

     Ares isn't what I envisioned for my Bond to be like. I haven't liked the strong cocky types because I have seen what they can do, I've seen how they can be. So harsh and so violent. As much as Nysa is right in the fact that he hasn't done anything to me yet, doesn't mean he never will. People with power always abuse it, it's law in the world. I stare at my friend helplessly, looking for the sisterly advice she always gives so perfectly.

     She sighs as she looks at me as if knowing what I'm thinking. "Go find him. Apologize. And next time you two separate, make sure neither parties are crying."  I sigh starting to get up from my bed in resignation as she watches me with clear disappointment in her eyes. I turn away to avoid the gaze as I head to the bathroom with a stack of clothes but I can feel the displeasure in her gaze stabbing me with its intensity. I sigh as my body contracts again as I get undressed, my already sore body, devastated at the idea of walking around the city. I feel the magic potion sliding off my body and my scent returning. I'm told I smell like snow and mint which isn't a bad combination of you ask me.

     After I'm dressed, I exit the bathroom and head back to Nysa who's glare has softened into a frown as she looks off out the window sadly. I walk up to her setting my hand in her shoulder and leaning down to deliver a kiss to her brow. I leave her sitting there looking out the window, not bothering to nag her. When she's ready she'll talk, but as of now, I'll let her think through whatever turmoil that's going through her mind.

I walk along the hallway until I reach the front door, grabbing my keys as I open the door and slip out of it. Once in the corridor I'm bombarded with all types of scents and noises from outside the sound proof apartment. The only smell I focus on is the smell of rain and campfires that lead a trail away from my second home. I follow the smell of my Bond blindly through the city, the walk quick and straightforward until I reach another apartment building on the other side of Enchanted territory. I follow his smell to the second floor and the door 2-D. I think about knocking but if I left my lover's house upset I know I wouldn't want to answer the door.

Oh a whim I decide to try the door and see if it's open. And it is. The fact worries me because if last night was an indication, Ares is a sought out person in this part of the city, everyone wanting his power and fame. So the fact that his door is left unlocked makes me more worried than anything Nysa had explained to me this morning.

     I calmly step through the open door only to stop at the sight that greets me inside the entrance. Looking down, I find Ares laying on the floor, tears streaming down his face, his eyes closed shut. If not for the tears I would claim he was sleeping peacefully. I close the door quietly and sit down leaning against the door as I take in the sight of such a strong confident man crying right inside the door of his apartment. His nose begins to twitch as he takes in my scent. I see surprise blanch across his face before he's sitting up quickly turning around to face me as his eyes fly open wildly.

     My heart breaks as I see the raw pain and fear in his gaze. I recognize that look. I used to wear it and the fact that I put that look on someone else's face, my Bond's face has me hating myself beyond relief.

     He continues to stare at me, not moving as if he doesn't know what to do. I stay leaning against the door and I tilt my head back and close my eyes against the heart breaking sight as my mouth opens.
"I'm sorry, Ares. It's not you I was mad at." I say sincerely. Though it's not much for apologies i'm not going to say sorry for assuming something that could very well still happen. I guess I have to enjoy this little Bond of our until he fucks up. He will eventually. The facade always falls eventually.

     I open one of my eyes to take him in again. He's visually shaking and I'm sure it's from the effort of holding himself back. It just as hard for me to strain my aching body to be all over him at the moment. It must be worse from him with smelling my scent so fully for the first time. I can see him faking deep breaths that serve to calm him down emotionally but it only riles his body up.

     I reach out my hand letting my fingers unravel in invitation towards him. I want to crawl over the empty space between us right now but I know I hurt him and he has to be the one to chose to come back and not be forced into it. After a few moments hesitation I begin to lower my hand slightly, saddened by the indirect rejection. But before it can settle in my lap his hand comes into my view and hold on to it for dear life as if I will get up and leave at a moments notice and never come back. I lift my eyes from our hands to his face. I feel my heart tighten at the broken look there.

     I stand up, pulling his hand with me to get us off of the floor and over to the couch that's settled on the living room floor. I push him down on the couch and let my body settle above his and lay along his warm hard body timidly. It doesn't take long for his hand to find mine again. And it seems having me so close has finally settled his mind and body and it's not long before he falls into a quiet sleep.

     I stare at the strong jaw of his face and how his features soften in the presence of sleep. Looking at the change in his face and the way his hand grips mine so tight has me making a promise to him, myself, Nysa and even my mom. My dear sweet mom.

     One chance. I'll give you a real blank slate chance. Let's see if you can prove me wrong.

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Thomas you little shit Ares is a soft top and needs to be treated as such so stfu please and thank you.

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