A Lover's Quarrel

“But you can’t leave me!”
The poor woman was obviously in hysterics. Though she kept her curly, chestnut brown hair pinned neatly to her head with a golden clasp that matched the girdle tied around her crisp, cream colored robes, her face was a right mess, with red splotches from yelling, and tear paths, still moistened, running down her cheeks.
“Please don’t make this harder than it already is, my love.”
Compared to her, the male looked almost statuesque. His long raven colored hair well matched the red and black robes he was adorned in. He, though, seemed to still have his head in the whole situation; I saw no tears, only a mask of calmness.
Hey, maybe I shouldn’t have been peeking in on them, but I was beginning to grow impatient, and I needed to know what was keeping my uncle so long. I wasn’t at all surprised to see that it was his wife holding him up.
She clutched at his robes, as though making a vain attempt to keep him with her. “Oh don’t you ‘my love’ me! I hardly get that much time with you anyways, and now you’re making it even shorter! Can’t you at least wait until spring?”
He sighed here, bowing his head slightly. His hands went and grasped her own before he raised his head to look her in the eyes. “I would if I could, you know that. But he’s my nephew, and besides, it’s business!”
This, however, only made her angrier; her face was now almost completely red. “And I’m you’re wife!” Luckily for him, she then broke down, sobbing and falling into him, her arms encircling his neck.
Frowning, he wrapped her into a hug, kissing the top of her head. “Don’t worry, alright? You make it sound like I’m going to die!”
She buried her face in his robes, making it even harder to hear her words. “It’s like you are. Dahm Ares for doing this! Why can’t he just go kill himself, hmm?!”
“Shhh,” he said, making a worthless attempt at calming her down, “He might here you, and that wouldn’t be good.” Pulling away from her, he then used his fingers to lift her chin, and placed a kiss on her lips. Now, I’m not into that kind of stuff, so I stopped watching then. Moving to our meeting place, I crossed my arms over my chest as I waited yet again.

The death chariot soon pulled up to a stop in front of the gates of Tartarus, causing the god of war to spin around. The driver, Hades, looked slightly impatient, and so he quickly uncrossed his arms and climbed into the chariot.
“We’d better make this quick. Persephone’s restless,” the lord of the underworld informed Ares.
To this, he merely smirked. “Yeah, I figured.”