Ares

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[Backdated to last few days of September]
How can you tell when a madman has truly lost his marbles? Well it could be argued that Ares hardly had any marbles to begin with, and he had lost most of the ones he had left after all those battles, those concussions, all that time he had spent in solitude driving himself insane.

But he has not made a post in almost two weeks. He still drinks. Smokes. Indulges in casual sex every now and again. But it is not all done to excess.

Perhaps the most telltale sign that he's a different man - a different god - is that he is calm in behaviour and in speech. He has stopped picking fights with people and he can walk away from fights that are brought to him. For the fragmented mind that had been carefully pieced together was now a different jigsaw puzzle, and when the Greek looks in the mirror, it is the Roman who stares back at him.

He shows up uninvited at Jamie's house - he does not need an invitation - but he brings a bottle of decent libation with him. No shouting, no vulgarities - just a man with a smile and a bit of a peace offering.

"Hello Jamie."

Dude. I'm tripping man. And I only ate fucking. Stuffed olives or some shit.

You know you get that tingly feeling. Where it's like.

I needa peeee.

Dude man it's like I said, the world's gonna end on a Friday.

[A fancy box with a dozen of the most amazing cream puffs ever is delivered to Jamie at work. It's like a virgin shooting the very first load into your mouth and you're creaming your pants with the explosion of flavour, of texture, of-]


I take back everything negative I ever said about pastry porn.

Man, as if one gay son wasn't enough, there's two of 'em. The hell did I do wrong?

I mean, not that there's anything wrong with liking dick or anything... y'know... it's a free America and whatever.

Is it 'cause I'm kinda gay on like weekdays and sometimes weekends?

[On Jamie's phone when he checks it]
4 Missed Calls
5 Text Messages

[Text 001; 0.5 minute after powercut] Jamie I don't want you to panic but I'm stuck in the elevator of my apartment.

[Text 002; 3 minutes later] I pressed the intercom button thing but I don't think anyone's coming. Could you come over?

[Text 003; 2 minutes later] Can you at least respond to my texts? Are you in the middle of fucking someone?

[Text 004; 5 minutes later] It's been an hour... Are you still fucking or?

[Text 005; 2 minutes later] Jamie this isn't funny man i'm gonna fucking die in here

So I went to scratch my crotch, and four pubes fell out.

I think I have brain cancer.

Lol what the fuck?

Where did everyone fuck off to?

Fucking... fuck.

Dick feels funny.

[National Security]
My brain-mouth filter worked. I thought you said it was broken and unrepairable.

His surprise visit to Jamie was supposed to be a different type of surprise - not the kind where he flew straight into a windowpane, bounced off, tumbled around like any normal owl rolling on the ground would and groaned in pain, now man-shaped and sprawled out on the floor.

You haven't had tequila properly until you've cut your hand while slicing the lemon, got salt inside the cut, squirted lemon in your eye and downed the shot to numb the pain.

There's a first time for everything right? But let's not do that again.

[Text to Jamie]
Waffles and sex. Same hotel room as last time.

[Text to Triton]
Sorry i know i promised but i can't go. Now's not a good time. Keep safe.

Dear Jamie.

You have a very beautiful penis.

xoxo

Ares Your War boy

They'd argued for a good five minutes about why 'THE GREEKS' shouldn't be raising children or even allowed anywhere near them before magazines were shoved off the countertop, knives were flying, plates were breaking and Jamie was half-naked on Ares' kitchen counter.

It had been going so well until the front door swung open.

After he was done with his boytoy Jamie, he started knocking on the room door going 'Adrestia, honey? Baby girl, it's not what it looked like. Open the door... and stop leaving your fucking used panties lying around - this ain't a fucking brothel.'


Thanks for the soaps, whoever sent them.

[On the phone with Jamie; they've been talking for about two hours now.]
Yeah, the war... it was kinda like a really big game of foosball, y'know, only that there was this big fat grumpy guy with a beard and three old ladies who knew everything and they kept hulk-smashing the glass top and tilting the fucking table to their side, and Apollo was supposed to be on our side but he was screwing around half the time - well I guess I was too y'know, but there were really hot chicks and you just couldn't say no, y'know? and the psycho bitches were taking the game way too seriously...

So wait.

Sperm doesn't come from your knees?

( Excerpts of phone conversations between Ares and Jamie )