Disclaimer: The characters you recognize from 'Xena: Warrior Princess' and/or 'Hercules: the Legendary Journeys' don't belong to me, they belong to whoever owns/wrote/created them. No copyright infringement intended, okay? I'm just borrowing them! The story belongs to me.
Author's Note: Well, jeeze, lookie at all the people. *looks up innocently at the readers* Here's the deal with this story; it's Ares's POV, probably so post the series that we're into current times. Obviously, as with all my X:WP stories, it's pro the side of an A/X romance. Really, I apologize, because it's a complete drabble, and it's wretchedly short! Sorry! Okay, finish the boring disclaimers and stuff and READ!
Dedications: Still the same people it's always been dedicated to. Especially to Illy, LK, Tali, and everyone who I still see online, as that's not many anymore.
Summary: Ares POV, drabble, third-person, A/X musings.
Warnings: None.
Rated: PG
Date Started/Finished: April 5th, 2004
Eternity to Grieve
By Delenn
It didn't bother him so much anymore, not like before. In the beginning it had consumed him, her face had been everywhere.
The advantages of immortality, given enough time even the most heartbreaking pain will lesson and numb eventually. Those first few decades had been the hardest he can ever remember.
For a bit he occupied himself with resurrection plans and threats, but she was out of his realm and the clout of the Olympians was fast fading. He was the only one really left. He hadn't minded until she was gone.
He wondered why she'd gone off to a country where he couldn't help her. If she'd called for him and he hadn't been able to hear, if she'd thought of him and he'd never know.
Now it stayed tucked away in the back of his mind, a thorn, buried with a dull but still throbbing ache.
Of course, like any other battle wound, enough poking and prodding and it'll come roaring back, just as painful as the first time around. There have been people, places that have reminded him throughout the millennium of her and each time it brings the memories flooding back to him.
One of those neverending rivers of grief that makes him want to scream and cry and kill things.
Anything.
Anything to have her back in his arms.
Author's Note: Well, jeeze, lookie at all the people. *looks up innocently at the readers* Here's the deal with this story; it's Ares's POV, probably so post the series that we're into current times. Obviously, as with all my X:WP stories, it's pro the side of an A/X romance. Really, I apologize, because it's a complete drabble, and it's wretchedly short! Sorry! Okay, finish the boring disclaimers and stuff and READ!
Dedications: Still the same people it's always been dedicated to. Especially to Illy, LK, Tali, and everyone who I still see online, as that's not many anymore.
Summary: Ares POV, drabble, third-person, A/X musings.
Warnings: None.
Rated: PG
Date Started/Finished: April 5th, 2004
By Delenn
It didn't bother him so much anymore, not like before. In the beginning it had consumed him, her face had been everywhere.
The advantages of immortality, given enough time even the most heartbreaking pain will lesson and numb eventually. Those first few decades had been the hardest he can ever remember.
For a bit he occupied himself with resurrection plans and threats, but she was out of his realm and the clout of the Olympians was fast fading. He was the only one really left. He hadn't minded until she was gone.
He wondered why she'd gone off to a country where he couldn't help her. If she'd called for him and he hadn't been able to hear, if she'd thought of him and he'd never know.
Now it stayed tucked away in the back of his mind, a thorn, buried with a dull but still throbbing ache.
Of course, like any other battle wound, enough poking and prodding and it'll come roaring back, just as painful as the first time around. There have been people, places that have reminded him throughout the millennium of her and each time it brings the memories flooding back to him.
One of those neverending rivers of grief that makes him want to scream and cry and kill things.
Anything.
Anything to have her back in his arms.