Non-challange drabble. Ares/Joxer preslash. Apollo watches. Word Count: 148
Now he had an answer, and the blond found the entire situation unaccountably amusing.
A soft white and gold flash, and falling white feathers and arrows, heralded Cupid's arrival, which might have gone unnoticed but for the much louder entrance of Strife, in showers of daggers and orange light.
As Ares turned to intimidate his nephew, Apollo stepped into the room. Now would be a perfect time to introduce Joxer's care plan. Darting an amused glance at Cupid, he amended it slightly. Things had been quite dull recently, but this could potentially be quite entertaining.