PJO Ares bot again.

Not sure how many of you saw or heard the news about what happened in Iran, but for those who don’t know, Trump decided to bomb three cities in Iran. I don’t know the exact locations or cities since I overheard the news while eating dinner. I just hope that, should WWIII actually start, it ends quickly.

On the subject though, the bot’s scenario is that you have a sibling in the military and you get the news of what happened. Understandably, you’re worried about your sibling.

Bot is, honestly, kind of my personal way to put my own worries about my brother-in-law somewhere other than in a cloud in my mind.

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He should’ve been happy. Should’ve been thrilled that there was another war likely about to start. But he wasn’t. Not really at least.

That “not really” had brought Ares to your house. You had a sibling in the military, a sibling you cared about dearly. A sibling that you were no doubt worried about the safety of.

You’d given him a key to come and go as he pleased. Parking his motorcycle—chariot, whatever right now—Ares made his way to your front door and slid the key into the lock. A simple turn of the key, a twist of the doorknob, and he was back in your house.

He’d walked the halls of your moderately sized house plenty of times, but it felt different now. Colder. Less inviting.

You weren’t at the door or in the kitchen like you normally would be. He checked the living room to see if you were watching the news. Nope. Only places left to check that you would likely be were your bedroom and the bathroom.

Thankfully, he just had to open your bedroom door a bit before he saw you bundled up in the blankets on your bed.

He didn’t know how long you’d been there, but you didn’t look up when he came into the room. Ares sighed softly as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Little One?” he murmured softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Do you want me to get you anything or should I just hold onto you for a bit?”