*Indicates thoughts*
Chapter One
"Hey Jox, how are you doing?" Strife, God of Mischief asked his friend as he appeared beside him. Joxer looked up from his apparant contenplation of the fire in front of him to his unlikely friend.
"Hey Strife. I'm ok." Joxer answered, his gaze returning to the fire.
"Well, either you're lying and you're not ok, or I am missing what is so damn fascinating about that fire." Strife said as he took a seat on the floor by his friend.
"Oh, it's Ares." Joxer said after a few minutes of staring dispondantly into the fire. Unbeknown to Joxer, a knowing smile crossed Strife's features.
* When are those two going to wake up and smell the love. I mean seriously, talk about clueless. *
Strife thought to himself about how clueless his uncle and his friend really were. Strife had known Joxer for about four years and had known of his friend's love for the God of War nearly as long. Strife also knew that Ares loved his friend and had done for a while. Strife knew his uncle would never confess his feelings, just as Joxer would never confess to his God his true feelings. A grin began to form on Strife's features as he considered the mischief he could make while also making his friend and his uncle happy.
* Better talk to 'Dite about this one. She's the one who deals with all this love stuff. Well, and Cupid. But being around Cupid is soooo not a good thing for me. Damn winged hottie. Is it so much to ask for him to be butt-ugly? And not only is he gorgeous and nice and completely perfect, he's fucking well married! That bitch Psycho is so lucky. Not only does she get to be with Cupes, she also gets Bliss. The kid is so cute it's unbelievable. He's the image of his dad, he's even got the wings. Oh Cupies wings, they turn me on sooooo much. AAAGH!!! See this is why I should see 'Dite and not Cupid about Jox and Unc. *
Strife ceased in his musings and looked up at his friend who was still conducting a thorough study of the campfire.
"Jox, you still in there man?" Joxer merely nodded his head.
"Oh it's nothing, just my general inadequacies as a human being and warrior certifying the reasons why Ares will never love me."
* Oh my Gods, he's in complete depression mode. *
"Jox, what in Tartarus are you talking about?"
"Well come on, I am THE most inept warrior known to the world, I'm clumsy, I'm an idiot and no-one respects me." Strife regarded his friend for a moment before speaking. "Jox, that is THE biggest load of crap I have ever heard," Joxer's head whipped up "and I am God of Mischief I have heard some tales of utter crap in my time."
"Huh?" Joxer asked in a slightly bemused tone.
"Joxer, you are not worthless. Has that bint Gabrielle been telling you that you're worthless again. That bitch doesn't have a fucking clue. Joxer, you are one of the smartest guys I know, and so what you're a bit clumsy? It's probably because of that great big fucking piece of scrap metal you insist on calling armour. If you're father had taken the time to actually train you instead of using you as a human punching bag, then you might have been a half decent warrior." Strife finished his tirade at an almost yell. He then took a few moments to calm down before continuing. "Seriously Jox, you are one of the nicest guys I know and you have no reason to think Ares will never want you."
Joxer had begun to stare at the floor during Strife's rant but now his head began to lift. In an extremely quiet voice Joxer asked, "You really think so?"
"Yeah, I think so, Jox. Jox you just gotta believe in yourself a bit more. And never listen to what Gobby the Harpy Bard tells you." Joxer smiled at the term Strife applied to the bard. "Anyway, Jox, I'd better get going. I only stopped by to say hello."
"Thanks Strife, say hi to Cupid for me." Joxer said with a wink to his friend. Strife looked at his friend in shock for a few moments before flashing away.
Chapter One
"Hey Jox, how are you doing?" Strife, God of Mischief asked his friend as he appeared beside him. Joxer looked up from his apparant contenplation of the fire in front of him to his unlikely friend.
"Hey Strife. I'm ok." Joxer answered, his gaze returning to the fire.
"Well, either you're lying and you're not ok, or I am missing what is so damn fascinating about that fire." Strife said as he took a seat on the floor by his friend.
"Oh, it's Ares." Joxer said after a few minutes of staring dispondantly into the fire. Unbeknown to Joxer, a knowing smile crossed Strife's features.
* When are those two going to wake up and smell the love. I mean seriously, talk about clueless. *
Strife thought to himself about how clueless his uncle and his friend really were. Strife had known Joxer for about four years and had known of his friend's love for the God of War nearly as long. Strife also knew that Ares loved his friend and had done for a while. Strife knew his uncle would never confess his feelings, just as Joxer would never confess to his God his true feelings. A grin began to form on Strife's features as he considered the mischief he could make while also making his friend and his uncle happy.
* Better talk to 'Dite about this one. She's the one who deals with all this love stuff. Well, and Cupid. But being around Cupid is soooo not a good thing for me. Damn winged hottie. Is it so much to ask for him to be butt-ugly? And not only is he gorgeous and nice and completely perfect, he's fucking well married! That bitch Psycho is so lucky. Not only does she get to be with Cupes, she also gets Bliss. The kid is so cute it's unbelievable. He's the image of his dad, he's even got the wings. Oh Cupies wings, they turn me on sooooo much. AAAGH!!! See this is why I should see 'Dite and not Cupid about Jox and Unc. *
Strife ceased in his musings and looked up at his friend who was still conducting a thorough study of the campfire.
"Jox, you still in there man?" Joxer merely nodded his head.
"Oh it's nothing, just my general inadequacies as a human being and warrior certifying the reasons why Ares will never love me."
* Oh my Gods, he's in complete depression mode. *
"Jox, what in Tartarus are you talking about?"
"Well come on, I am THE most inept warrior known to the world, I'm clumsy, I'm an idiot and no-one respects me." Strife regarded his friend for a moment before speaking. "Jox, that is THE biggest load of crap I have ever heard," Joxer's head whipped up "and I am God of Mischief I have heard some tales of utter crap in my time."
"Huh?" Joxer asked in a slightly bemused tone.
"Joxer, you are not worthless. Has that bint Gabrielle been telling you that you're worthless again. That bitch doesn't have a fucking clue. Joxer, you are one of the smartest guys I know, and so what you're a bit clumsy? It's probably because of that great big fucking piece of scrap metal you insist on calling armour. If you're father had taken the time to actually train you instead of using you as a human punching bag, then you might have been a half decent warrior." Strife finished his tirade at an almost yell. He then took a few moments to calm down before continuing. "Seriously Jox, you are one of the nicest guys I know and you have no reason to think Ares will never want you."
Joxer had begun to stare at the floor during Strife's rant but now his head began to lift. In an extremely quiet voice Joxer asked, "You really think so?"
"Yeah, I think so, Jox. Jox you just gotta believe in yourself a bit more. And never listen to what Gobby the Harpy Bard tells you." Joxer smiled at the term Strife applied to the bard. "Anyway, Jox, I'd better get going. I only stopped by to say hello."
"Thanks Strife, say hi to Cupid for me." Joxer said with a wink to his friend. Strife looked at his friend in shock for a few moments before flashing away.