Merope, he noted, was nowhere to be found.
Wearily, Thanatos wondered what she would have done, had she known from the beginning how this marriage would end. Perhaps, nothing.
“Hey, stay with me,” Ares said, jostling Thanatos slightly to grab his attention. When he hummed vaguely in question, Ares tugged him closer, letting Thanatos’ left wing drape further across the war god’s back. Aphrodite tutted under her breath, running a soothing hand up the base of Thanatos’ spine. “You’re drifting. Keep your head attached for now, my friend. We’ll be back at the Mountain soon.”
And no one on Olympus would care for his moment of weakness, no matter how deserved it felt after all that had happened. Thanatos breathed in deeply, and straightened his spine as he exhaled, ignoring the pinch behind hi
