Two Breaths Walking

'Taste it. . .'

A voice whispered in his ear. It was hard to distinguish whether it was a girl's voice or a boy's voice but Ares followed its advice. He brought his finger to his mouth and tasted it. He tasted iron but it had some sweetness in it. Then he realized one thing.

It wasn't ink. It was blood.

Disclaimer: I don't own the layout picture. You can see it in deviantart.com. I'll post the link later when I find it.