<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: John’s bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Carol<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The knock resonated throughout his bedroom, and at first, John made no motion to open it. Who in their right mind would dare knock on his door? The question was asked mentally, but soon answered in the same manner. Who other than the one that has done it before? John’s brown eyes gazed at the ancient-looking door that shouldn’t have been underestimated. On the side Carol stood, it was a modernized porte made for the purpose of privacy. On John’s side, it was a large construct thick and sturdy to resist the forceful punches of a battering ram.<br/><br/>After thirty seconds of making no enthusiastic skip to his door, John reached down to pick up the remote and silenced the damn TV with a click. Setting it on the skeleton of his bed, he rose to his feet and crossed his room to the door. He drew back the immense lock and opened the door with ease.<br/><br/>Standing in the hall, was the golden-haired beauty who smelled of sweet strawberries. Under the ceiling lamps, her skin and hair seemed to glow and the bored and irritable frown John had been wearing seemed to vanish upon gazing on her.<em>Carol</em>; she was looking delicious today; unfortunately, the sight of her didn’t ease his aching stomach. John’s eyes rolled down her pink dress, and then across the hinted, humps of her bust.<br/><br/>“You look divine,” John openly complimented—he had every desire to touch her just then, but he resisted. “I feel disappointed that I didn’t venture to school today, but then what would I’ve done, but look at you all day?”<br/><br/>Seeing Carol was a breath of fresh air. He had forgotten his issues momentarily…<em>momentarily.</em>Turning from the door, he left it open for if she wanted to enter his bedroom that had once harbored the largest collection of deadly weapons in the world—<em>pre-goddess-hatess</em>. It was now as empty as a new house.<br/><br/>John took a seat upon his bed, forearms resting upon his navy-blue, jean-clad knees, and a black, muscle shirt clinging to his torso like a second skin, emphasizing the bricks that built his powerful frame. His eyes were cast down at the floor between the black, steel-toe shoes upon his feet. There was much to talk about with Carol. John was making it more difficult than it would have been as Ares. He ran over different ways to start the conversation until he couldn’t stand seeing himself actually taking so much thought to it as though his decision could end the world.<br/><br/>“Do you love me, Carol?” John finally came out and asked. He gazed up at her as though not expecting much. There was indifference on his face but his eyes showed eagerness. He desired an answer to that question.