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G through L › Hercules
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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3,557
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1
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Drabble a Day 113, July 16, 2012, Joxer/Strife
Title: My Dear Mortal
Fandom: Hercules Pairing/Characters: Joxer/Strife Prompt: lonely Drabble #: 113 Date: July 16, 2012 Word count: 376 Next pairing: Schuldig/Aya AN: Just fluff. Pure fluff. Review: cygnavamp: Not dead, just slow moving. Very, very slow moving. I can possibly do that one day. *~*~*~* “Joxer, my dear mortal, what is making you so damn bummed?” Strife asked, appearing in Joxers room. The young mortal was laid out on his stomach, brown locks falling over the resting face. Laying down on the bed, Strife propped himself up on one elbow and ran the tips of his fingers down the lean back, Joxer murmuring as he slowly woke up, brown eyes fluttering open. “Strife? What the hell are you doing here?” Joxer asked as the God continued to play his fingers up and down the lean back. “Auntie ‘Dite told me you’ve been feeling bad lately. Xena and her blond blunder getting to you?” he asked. Joxer blinked a few times before sitting up on his elbows to really look at the other male. “Did she?” Joxer mused, propping his chin on one hand, playing with his bed sheets. “And not really. I checked in with them a bit of time ago, but we parted ways rather quickly. I did run across Hercules and he started in on his ‘all Gods are bad’ spiel so I left them just as fast,” he finally said. Strife snorted and continued to stroke over the mortals back, tracing his vertebrae. “So why are you bummed, my dear mortal? Even Uncle Ares could feel it when you prayed.” Brown eyes met Black as Joxer laid his head down, arms outstretched before him. “I’m lonely, Strife. No one can see who I am, can see the truth behind the damn mask beyond you,” Joxer finally said, Strifes hand moving up to stroke through soft hair. “Even my own brothers have forgotten who I am.” “I am sorry you must go through this pain, my dear mortal,” the God said softly, pulling Joxer over to lie against his side as he laid back. “You have given up so much for us already and you will continue to go through so much still,” he sighed, Joxer storking down over the visible skin. “I do it because my Gods have asked it of me, but I can’t wait to finally be done with this. My peace will be my reward,” Joxer hummed as he fell asleep once more. Strife watched, already planning on a real reward for his precious mortal.