The Bowels

“I figure it is about the same,” Elysium remarked but cautiously as they managed to slowly slid Ares into the tent he called home. “But getting the sense of power and authority you once had completely back- that is probably a lot harder. Men have always led, and women have always stayed at home and provided them sons, and support- not that they really ever act like they need the latter. But that is the way of things, and probably will be the way of things unless this world flips over and men start having the babies.” She sighed, “I’ve always wanted children- figured I probably would have had them by now. But life has taken an interesting turn. Maybe someday.” She paused. “Maybe never.” Yet her thoughts ended there as they crossed the threshold. Honestly the red head attempted not to eye Ares’s tent with too much scrutinizing. She figured if the shoe was on the other foot that he would attempt to duck his head in and out as quickly as possible to not learn about her life.

Her eyes plucked the bed out among his other furniture, and countless other things that made Ares- well Ares. She had to admire the man for holding it together for as long as he had, and offered him no fault in carrying his drunken carcass back to his tent. Honestly if she wasn’t watching her physical and mental prowess she might have joined him. “There we go,” Elysium remarked as she began to position Ares over his mattress in hopes of not releasing him too jarringly onto the thing. “It is your skills that got him to ask you of this- not because you’re a woman. IF he didn’t think you could handle it- you wouldn’t be handling it. And I’m sure your more valuable skills will be used in far more advantageous ways. Yeah? I mean I’m not always a blunt instrument, but that is what people view me as. Ares knows we have other tricks, and he knows we are loyal- you especially.” Elysium glanced down- there was a curious look on her face but she muffled it for sake of the conversation. “And when we win- well- we’ll have our own little penthouses. I know I know- equality- but for at least week it would be nice. And you will never have to worry about doing what you don’t want to do- ever again- except maybe this again. Can’t say Ares will stop drinking after this is done.” He hesitated, “are we ready to lower him?”

Rowan listened to Elysium and she was quiet. Once in Ares tent, She stopped and Rowan looked up. “It is your skills that got him to ask you of this- not because you’re a woman. IF he didn’t think you could handle it- you wouldn’t be handling it. And I’m sure your more valuable skills will be used in far more advantageous ways. Yeah? I mean I’m not always a blunt instrument, but that is what people view me as. Ares knows we have other tricks, and he knows we are loyal- you especially.” Rowan arched an eyebrow. She wasn't sure what that implied but it made her feel strange. “And when we win- well- we’ll have our own little penthouses. I know I know- equality- but for at least week it would be nice. And you will never have to worry about doing what you don’t want to do- ever again- except maybe this again. Can’t say Ares will stop drinking after this is done.” Rowan cracked a smirk. “ Yea, Probably not.” , “are we ready to lower him?” She asked and Rowan nodded. “Yea, I'm not changing his clothes.” She said with a bit of a smirk. It was strange. Usually, it was next to impossible to change Rowan's mind but Elysium and Ares had managed to do that twice. Elysium made her feel slightly feel better about the situation. It sucked, it didn't change that, at all.

“Oh me either-“ Elysium remarked. She set the man down with Rowan at the same time, and once her hands was free- they came to her hips and she glanced over Ares with a concerning eye. It was not her position in life to judge whether or not people were worthy of leadership as she was far from it. No she figured that Ares deserved this bit of respite from his usual stalwart demeanor. “Ah- well I guess we are done here. Night Rowan.” She really didn’t leave much interpretation to that as she slipped from her leader’s tent.

Tomorrow was a busy day, and she was more than aware the taxations of staying up late would have on that. More so she didn’t think her thoughts or motivations required any more explanation than that.

Rowan watched as Elysium walked out of the tent, bidding her good night. "Yea..'Night." She said and slipped out of the tent herself. She made her way into her own tent, snatching a bottle up along the way. Once in her tent, she peeling off her clothes, slipped in a long night shirt and decided she'd lull herself to sleep with whatever she had in this bottle.

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