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Drabble #3
by Honor
Joxer's first thought as he awoke, mind fuzzy with sleep, was `White?'. Still confused, he rolled as if to stand, only fall, feeling himself hit...something. The flood of cold water against his bare chest brought him to full alertness, and his attention was brought to a rich voice cursing colourfully.
Joxer stared in awe, and not a little fear, at the being that had been the inspiration for his life's course until this point. Ever since childhood, he had dreamed of serving the powerful figure before him, and now he was alone in a room and the God was...upset. Obviously, it had been his fault. But would apologising make it worse?
Lying in a daze, Joxer almost failed to notice Ares striding towards him, but he certainly noticed when Ares lifted him to help him into bed, even if all he could do was stare.