Chapter Three
Strife entered his own temple in a sombre and reflective mood.
* I'd better go and find 'Dite pretty soon because Jox has obviously got it bad and I know for a fact that Unc likes Jox too... *
Strife's thoughts trailed off as the tell-tale sign of a God attempting to enter his temple made shivers run up his spine. As Strife contemplated just how he was going to get this God to leave without sounding too rude, or getting himself blasted into a wall by a fireball, Cupid appeared in the room with Bliss in his arms. When Strife had shaken himself from the arousal induced stupor seeing Cupid put him in he opened his arms to Bliss who was currently half flying, half walking toward him.
"Hey Blissy, and how is my favourite little guy doing today?" Strife asked as Bliss settled into his arms.
"I'm fine Strifey." Bliss mumbled as he began to fall asleep. Strife looked down at the little Godling in his arms.
* This kid is the image of his father, all blonde hair and blue eyes and those cute little wings. That Psycho bitch is beyond lucky. *
The object of Strife's affections chose this moment in time to speak.
"Hey Strife." Cupid said rather quietly.
"Hey Cupe." Strife answered just as quietly. "You alright man? You have a really weird look on your face."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Listen, Strife I need to talk to you."
* OK, this so doesn't sound good *
"Ok, well let me just go put Bliss on my bed and we can talk." Strife left the room for a few moments with Bliss in arms before returning minus the little Godling. "So what did you need to talk about Cupe?" Strife asked with a certain sense of foreboding in his tone.
"It's about Dad." A worried look crossed Strife's features.
"What about him, is he alright?" Cupid smiled slightly at the look of worry on Strife's face before speaking again.
"He's fine, but he could be better." Cupid said cryptically.
"What do you mean?" Strife asked.
"Well, Dad's in love and he's really unhappy, although he doesn't show it, because he thinks that the person he loves doesn't love him." Cupid declared in a sad tone of voice. A small grin began to from on Strife's face.
"Oh, this is briliant!" Strife said as he began to dance around the room.
* What in Tartarus is going on with Strife, but he does look really hot dancing around like that...NO! Focus *
"What in Tartarus is so brilliant that you are dancing around the room?" Cupid asked. Strife stopped dancing around the room and stood in front of Cupid.
"Oh, Cupe this is so brilliant because I just came from talking with Jox and he's depressed as well!" With that Strife once again began to dance around the room.
* This guy sooo has to start finishing his stories, but he does look incredibly....AAAAGH. I am a love God for crying out loud, I can control myself and my thoughts. *
"Strife, what the fuck are you talking about? Why is it good that Joxer is depressed?"
"It's good because he was just telling me how much he loves unc and he's depressed because he doesn't think that unc loves him back." Strife was on to giggling as this point and Cupid began to worry.
"Strife, you're giggling now and I'm starting to get worried. What is so funny, and how do you know that dad loves Joxer, and how do you know Joxer loves dad?!" Cupid asked his voice rising in volume as his tirade continued.
Strife moved to stand before Cupid, resisiting the urge to either dance some more, or jump up, wrap his legs around Cupid's hips and scream "Take me!"
"What's so funny is that Jox and Unc are in love with each other, but refuse to even think that the other feels the same way, I know Unc loves Jox because it's unbelievably fucking obvious and I know Jox loves Unc because for the last four years thats been pretty much all Joxer has talked about." Strife finished, gulping in air after his long speech.
Cupid slowly assimilated all the information just thrown at him in one fell swoop before taking a deep breath.
"Joxer loves him back?" Cupid asked astounded that he had missed that piece of information given his profession.
"Oh yeah totally. Jox never stops speaking about him. And I mean never, thing is he doesn't realise he's doing it. He sort of unconciously vents to me and then seems to supress all memory of it afterward." Strife said moving to sit down on one of the near-by benches in his temple, this being one of the few that did't have assorted weaponry littered across it. Cupid followed him and sat beside him but at a respectable distance considering the fact that Strife was very fetching flushed with excitement.
*'Fetching' read fuckable*
Cupid scoffed to himself.
"So, what are we gonna do?" Cupid asked, determination blatantly obvious in his expression.
*Oooh, determination, I love that expression, I wonder if thats what he would look like thrusting inside me....No! Fuck man, pull yourself together, he doesn't like you, he'll never want you, deal with it! Focus, you have to come up with a plan to make Unc and Jox happy. They can have what they truly desire.*
Strife felt a moment of dispondancy, however, he was the God of Mischief dammit and no bout of unrequited love was going to get him down! You'd see Hades wearing a silk nightie before that ever happened.
*Now that is an interesting image that I never want to imagine ever again.*
Pulling a face Strife pasted a look of determination on his face similar to Cupid's he steeled himself and stood up.
Strife entered his own temple in a sombre and reflective mood.
* I'd better go and find 'Dite pretty soon because Jox has obviously got it bad and I know for a fact that Unc likes Jox too... *
Strife's thoughts trailed off as the tell-tale sign of a God attempting to enter his temple made shivers run up his spine. As Strife contemplated just how he was going to get this God to leave without sounding too rude, or getting himself blasted into a wall by a fireball, Cupid appeared in the room with Bliss in his arms. When Strife had shaken himself from the arousal induced stupor seeing Cupid put him in he opened his arms to Bliss who was currently half flying, half walking toward him.
"Hey Blissy, and how is my favourite little guy doing today?" Strife asked as Bliss settled into his arms.
"I'm fine Strifey." Bliss mumbled as he began to fall asleep. Strife looked down at the little Godling in his arms.
* This kid is the image of his father, all blonde hair and blue eyes and those cute little wings. That Psycho bitch is beyond lucky. *
The object of Strife's affections chose this moment in time to speak.
"Hey Strife." Cupid said rather quietly.
"Hey Cupe." Strife answered just as quietly. "You alright man? You have a really weird look on your face."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Listen, Strife I need to talk to you."
* OK, this so doesn't sound good *
"Ok, well let me just go put Bliss on my bed and we can talk." Strife left the room for a few moments with Bliss in arms before returning minus the little Godling. "So what did you need to talk about Cupe?" Strife asked with a certain sense of foreboding in his tone.
"It's about Dad." A worried look crossed Strife's features.
"What about him, is he alright?" Cupid smiled slightly at the look of worry on Strife's face before speaking again.
"He's fine, but he could be better." Cupid said cryptically.
"What do you mean?" Strife asked.
"Well, Dad's in love and he's really unhappy, although he doesn't show it, because he thinks that the person he loves doesn't love him." Cupid declared in a sad tone of voice. A small grin began to from on Strife's face.
"Oh, this is briliant!" Strife said as he began to dance around the room.
* What in Tartarus is going on with Strife, but he does look really hot dancing around like that...NO! Focus *
"What in Tartarus is so brilliant that you are dancing around the room?" Cupid asked. Strife stopped dancing around the room and stood in front of Cupid.
"Oh, Cupe this is so brilliant because I just came from talking with Jox and he's depressed as well!" With that Strife once again began to dance around the room.
* This guy sooo has to start finishing his stories, but he does look incredibly....AAAAGH. I am a love God for crying out loud, I can control myself and my thoughts. *
"Strife, what the fuck are you talking about? Why is it good that Joxer is depressed?"
"It's good because he was just telling me how much he loves unc and he's depressed because he doesn't think that unc loves him back." Strife was on to giggling as this point and Cupid began to worry.
"Strife, you're giggling now and I'm starting to get worried. What is so funny, and how do you know that dad loves Joxer, and how do you know Joxer loves dad?!" Cupid asked his voice rising in volume as his tirade continued.
Strife moved to stand before Cupid, resisiting the urge to either dance some more, or jump up, wrap his legs around Cupid's hips and scream "Take me!"
"What's so funny is that Jox and Unc are in love with each other, but refuse to even think that the other feels the same way, I know Unc loves Jox because it's unbelievably fucking obvious and I know Jox loves Unc because for the last four years thats been pretty much all Joxer has talked about." Strife finished, gulping in air after his long speech.
Cupid slowly assimilated all the information just thrown at him in one fell swoop before taking a deep breath.
"Joxer loves him back?" Cupid asked astounded that he had missed that piece of information given his profession.
"Oh yeah totally. Jox never stops speaking about him. And I mean never, thing is he doesn't realise he's doing it. He sort of unconciously vents to me and then seems to supress all memory of it afterward." Strife said moving to sit down on one of the near-by benches in his temple, this being one of the few that did't have assorted weaponry littered across it. Cupid followed him and sat beside him but at a respectable distance considering the fact that Strife was very fetching flushed with excitement.
*'Fetching' read fuckable*
Cupid scoffed to himself.
"So, what are we gonna do?" Cupid asked, determination blatantly obvious in his expression.
*Oooh, determination, I love that expression, I wonder if thats what he would look like thrusting inside me....No! Fuck man, pull yourself together, he doesn't like you, he'll never want you, deal with it! Focus, you have to come up with a plan to make Unc and Jox happy. They can have what they truly desire.*
Strife felt a moment of dispondancy, however, he was the God of Mischief dammit and no bout of unrequited love was going to get him down! You'd see Hades wearing a silk nightie before that ever happened.
*Now that is an interesting image that I never want to imagine ever again.*
Pulling a face Strife pasted a look of determination on his face similar to Cupid's he steeled himself and stood up.