“We should go back…the rain is only going to get worse.”
Ares stopped fiddling with the lace of my dress where he had been helping me to put it back on and laughed.
He found it amusing that it had taken me so long to give him an answer, but I had been fine staying out under the trees until now - it was only because I could smell that there was a storm on the way that I had even changed my mind.
He grabbed the small bag with things he had fetched for us, and passed me the blanket he had draped over my shoulders before it even started to rain.
He picked up the length of dark blue taffeta fabric he had cut from the bottom of my dress and slung it over his arm - the garment had been ludicrously expensive and the fact he didn’t leave the ruined material there to decay on the floor of the fo
