[ He responds with a soft huff. Ridiculous. Death on holiday. He doesn't take vacations—the first and last time he took a "break" was thanks to Sisyphus and a moment of foolishness on his own part. Even in the quiet lulls between wars, Demeter's fury had left him with little time to rest, the frigid force of her grief enough to ensure that many drifted into cold sleep, silent and eternal.
It's always something. And though maybe some mortals will take the absence of death and war as some sort of sign—maybe even a good omen—he imagines that the longer Ares is stuck here, the more extravagant his appetites will be when he returns, and he'll make good on his word of keeping them both occupied. Humans are never very good at seeing the broader scale of things.
Thanatos practices an economy of movement, just canting his head slightly, both curious and incredulous. ]
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It's always something. And though maybe some mortals will take the absence of death and war as some sort of sign—maybe even a good omen—he imagines that the longer Ares is stuck here, the more extravagant his appetites will be when he returns, and he'll make good on his word of keeping them both occupied. Humans are never very good at seeing the broader scale of things.
Thanatos practices an economy of movement, just canting his head slightly, both curious and incredulous. ]
And is that what you intend to do? Relax?