Her Poison

Chapter 2~ How Articulate

I spent the rest of the evening impatiently waiting for the concert. Worrying about how I would do my hair, if I should leave it in it's curly state, obsessing about how I'd dress up. I felt sixteen again. Although when thinking about it, twenty-three didn't seem that far off, for some reason it was.

I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my outfit, wondering if it would be good enough. I'd opted not to wear a The Poison band tee in order to set myself apart a bit and instead, I wore a vintage Pink Floyd t-shirt that I'd thrifted a while ago back home. It was tucked inside my black high waisted ripped jeans. My belt had chains and I wore combat boots. I was really going for the angsty teen look. When I analyzed myself I couldn't help but sigh. It was no good.

Sure I looked relatively good and loved The POISON and their aesthetic, but that look wasn't me at all.

Ares, who'd been eating in the hotel restaurant barged into the room and started laughing when he saw me.

"Oh, Athena." He doubled over in laughter."Are you an e-girl now?"

"Shut up," I muttered while unbuckling my belt, "And stop making fun of people who dress like this, it's their choice."

"I think you're going a bit too far with this concert ordeal, Athena." Ares crossed his arms and went over to his bed where dropped his body in a less than graceful manner that made the white bedsheets temporarily float.

I stood by what I had told him. First of all if a style of clothing wasn't your cup of tea, there was no reason to make fun of it or look down on it. I do admit that I'd gotten carried away with the concert aesthetic and the overall feel of my favorite band's music.

The reason why I loved this band wasn't because of the incredibly handsome members, Carlyle, Aaron and Damon. It wasn't because it was a trendy or famous band to like. It was because of all the memories linked to their music for me. I firmly believe in the fact that music is a universal language. It's easy to love the same song as someone who you don't even know and who doesn't even speak the same language as you, but what's even more amazing is the way that that one song can provoke or evoke the same emotions in you as that stranger. And I loved it.

Could Ares understand? No. Music hadn't been the outlet he'd chosen when both of our parents had died. He was quite the angry person, he only ever found calm when we were together or when he fought. Yup. Ares had been an underground fighter at one point, putting his life in danger in exchange for meager amounts of money he didn't need and for a thrill he craved. Yet here he was acting like I was the most reckless person on Earth.

"Why don't you wear the stuff you usually wear?" He proposed "Nobody knows you here, it's not like you actually have to go through with the looking different thing tonight."

"I don't want to look basic." I grabbed my curly hair with both my hands and pulled it lightly in an exaggerated manner.

Ares scoffed and leaned on his elbows before drawing out a long sigh. "I can't believe I'm actually gonna say this but stop being dumb, okay? You don't dress basic at all. If dressing nice is basic then go ahead and be basic."