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Blind Justice
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Category:
S through Z › Xena
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
7,410
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Xena, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter 4
Chapter 4
Apollo awoke a day later, his reserves exhausted. The mind goddess had awoken just hours after. The task had been natural to her, being a mind goddess it was a lesser strain on her small well of power. They meet in the main room of Apollo’s temple to compare notes and write down a rapport, before flashing over to the war god’s temple.
Psyche had moved into Apollo’s temple wen she and Cupid had divorced. They had been too different, their marriage ripped apart by Cupid love for Strife. She had fought tooth and nail to keep Cupid, who wouldn’t? One night she had gone over to Strife’s room at the temple of war, and she had found the two asleep together. That night, everything had come into perspective.
//Flashback//
She took a seat on the bed. Her angelic face tilted to the side as she watched her husband and his cousin sleep. They looked very sweet together, lying with clothes upon the covers. Cupid embracing his smaller cousin, and Strife nestled under Cupid chin. She watched them sleep, seeing that Strife was twitching a little. The young god was awakening. She leaned back against the pillar of the bed. Looking tired and resigned.
Strife’s blue eyes snapped open, as he came aware of another in the room with him and Cupid. His eyes scanned the room. Coming to a halt at the sight of the mind goddess. He sat up abruptly and started to babble quietly.
“Psyche this isn’t what it looks like... I swear... Cupid would never... I mean…. I would never… weeeell maybe I would …. But ya know?! “
Psyche held up a hand and silenced the babbling god.
“I know Strife… I know that my husband is faithful to me. I am also aware that is slowly killing him, that he loves you … “She saw Strife’s eyes widen is disbelief. Before he could start babbling again she added. “Just as you love him… “
Strife now came aware of Cupid, that he was awake, and sitting up behind Strife.
“I’m sorry Psyche… “Cupid was also hushed. The mind goddess leaned forward and kissed Cupid gently on the lips. Then she turned to Strife, kissing him on the forehead.
“Don’t be sorry Cupid , Strife … be happy …I here by relinquish all my claim upon Cupid God of love, what love we might have had is now no more. We share no bond between us except for Bliss…and maybe a bond of friendship, in the future… “Her lips curled into a smile. Standing she moved out of the room. “.. I will talk to Hera in the morning... make it official… “
She smiled as she heard a Faint... “You love me..? “From Strife, the dark gods voice soft, maybe a bit insecure…..
//end flashback//
Psyche smiled as she spotted Bliss playing with Strife and Cupid. They were friends now, Bliss’s 3 parents, and that worked out wonderfully. She was ripped out of her mustangs by a shrill.
"MOMMY!!!"
She laughs and embraces her little bundle of joy.
“Bliss... having fun with Daddy and Daddy Strife? “
The winged baby god starts to babble happily, Psyche looked over at Cupid and Strife, snuggled up together on a love seat. Finally her life seemed to be going in the right direction.
***
Apollo moved out of the room going into Ares private quarters, were he could still feel his son's presence. The war temple was a literal mace of rooms and chambers. The war god's bedroom being in the very back. Opening the large oak doors he crossed the threshold, into Ares inner sanctum.
“Has he awakened? “ He asks his son that is seated beside the bed. At Ace slight shake of his head, Apollo took a seat beside Joxer on the bed. The sun god lay his hand against the sleeping mortal’s cheek. For a second they both glowed. Apollo a golden glow and Joxer in a pale blue light. Apollo allowed his godhead to flow true Joxer, the mortal’s aura becoming tinted with Gold. Removing his hand, he looked to Ace.
“He will be fine. Can you mix up some head ache draught, and something to keep his muscle’s from weakening? “His son nodded and flashed out of the room. All that lingered was the scent of Healing herbs.
Apollo turned to Ares and smiles. His brother was seated by his personal desk going true paper work. He looked stressed, and ragged, his hair mussed from running his fingers true it often. It was obvious that the god was worried over his mortal friend.
“You made the right decision Ares... “
Ares stood and started pacing the room. He ran a hand true his hair, mussing it up even more. He could feel his emotions welling up inside him. Choking him. Threatening to overwhelm him.
“Did I? Will he make it true this? “All while he spoke, his eyes sought out the still form on the bed. Joxers skin was pale and he was still breathing. But that told him nothing. He turned his eyes back to Apollo. The sun god spoke softly.
“Physically he is fine, I will have Psyche look into his mind ones again. To make sure we didn’t do any harm. Do not worry yourself brother. He will live.”
Ares shock his head and looked at Apollo ones more.
“Yes, but at what price? “
***
For 7 days and 7 nights Joxer slept. And for 7 days and 7 nights, Ares put aside his duties for the mortal. No war was fought, to tributes did he attend. He sat in his bedroom watching and waiting.
***
-Ares POV-
Why do I feel such affection for the mortal? He is isn’t very handsome, nor is he a warrior, he is not like any other who has caught my eyes before this… all my life I have had lovers from the warrior cast, great beauty’s and cunning men and women.
Simplicity has never attracted me much, and neither had complexity. I have not enjoyed complex relations. I had lovers. But never companions.
Why does my heart now scream that Joxer could be both for me?
-End pov-
Eris watched Ares during these 7 days and 7 nights. She watched him watching Joxer. She observed each and every flicker of emotions in those dark orbs. Her brother was an enigma to most. But true thick and thin she was his twin sister, she could read him like no other soul could. Ares had lost his heart. But was not aware of it as of jet.
She Safe guarded Joxer and Ares true the nights and the days. Sometimes joined by her son and her son-in-law. Even Apollo would take a seat beside her outside the War god’s bedroom. Silently watching as well.
---
Olympus was buzzing with gossip, rumours flying about Ares strange absence. Some said that the War god was missing, or that he had found himself a new Godly lover. Aphrodite and her husband smiled and shock their heads. She loved most of her family, hated a few, and was patently blaze about the rest. But she knew Ares… and Arry was up in his neck in it … head over heels… the dumb brute just wouldn’t admit it!
“But then again ... denial isn’t just a river in Egypt…. “
---
Apollo awoke a day later, his reserves exhausted. The mind goddess had awoken just hours after. The task had been natural to her, being a mind goddess it was a lesser strain on her small well of power. They meet in the main room of Apollo’s temple to compare notes and write down a rapport, before flashing over to the war god’s temple.
Psyche had moved into Apollo’s temple wen she and Cupid had divorced. They had been too different, their marriage ripped apart by Cupid love for Strife. She had fought tooth and nail to keep Cupid, who wouldn’t? One night she had gone over to Strife’s room at the temple of war, and she had found the two asleep together. That night, everything had come into perspective.
//Flashback//
She took a seat on the bed. Her angelic face tilted to the side as she watched her husband and his cousin sleep. They looked very sweet together, lying with clothes upon the covers. Cupid embracing his smaller cousin, and Strife nestled under Cupid chin. She watched them sleep, seeing that Strife was twitching a little. The young god was awakening. She leaned back against the pillar of the bed. Looking tired and resigned.
Strife’s blue eyes snapped open, as he came aware of another in the room with him and Cupid. His eyes scanned the room. Coming to a halt at the sight of the mind goddess. He sat up abruptly and started to babble quietly.
“Psyche this isn’t what it looks like... I swear... Cupid would never... I mean…. I would never… weeeell maybe I would …. But ya know?! “
Psyche held up a hand and silenced the babbling god.
“I know Strife… I know that my husband is faithful to me. I am also aware that is slowly killing him, that he loves you … “She saw Strife’s eyes widen is disbelief. Before he could start babbling again she added. “Just as you love him… “
Strife now came aware of Cupid, that he was awake, and sitting up behind Strife.
“I’m sorry Psyche… “Cupid was also hushed. The mind goddess leaned forward and kissed Cupid gently on the lips. Then she turned to Strife, kissing him on the forehead.
“Don’t be sorry Cupid , Strife … be happy …I here by relinquish all my claim upon Cupid God of love, what love we might have had is now no more. We share no bond between us except for Bliss…and maybe a bond of friendship, in the future… “Her lips curled into a smile. Standing she moved out of the room. “.. I will talk to Hera in the morning... make it official… “
She smiled as she heard a Faint... “You love me..? “From Strife, the dark gods voice soft, maybe a bit insecure…..
//end flashback//
Psyche smiled as she spotted Bliss playing with Strife and Cupid. They were friends now, Bliss’s 3 parents, and that worked out wonderfully. She was ripped out of her mustangs by a shrill.
"MOMMY!!!"
She laughs and embraces her little bundle of joy.
“Bliss... having fun with Daddy and Daddy Strife? “
The winged baby god starts to babble happily, Psyche looked over at Cupid and Strife, snuggled up together on a love seat. Finally her life seemed to be going in the right direction.
***
Apollo moved out of the room going into Ares private quarters, were he could still feel his son's presence. The war temple was a literal mace of rooms and chambers. The war god's bedroom being in the very back. Opening the large oak doors he crossed the threshold, into Ares inner sanctum.
“Has he awakened? “ He asks his son that is seated beside the bed. At Ace slight shake of his head, Apollo took a seat beside Joxer on the bed. The sun god lay his hand against the sleeping mortal’s cheek. For a second they both glowed. Apollo a golden glow and Joxer in a pale blue light. Apollo allowed his godhead to flow true Joxer, the mortal’s aura becoming tinted with Gold. Removing his hand, he looked to Ace.
“He will be fine. Can you mix up some head ache draught, and something to keep his muscle’s from weakening? “His son nodded and flashed out of the room. All that lingered was the scent of Healing herbs.
Apollo turned to Ares and smiles. His brother was seated by his personal desk going true paper work. He looked stressed, and ragged, his hair mussed from running his fingers true it often. It was obvious that the god was worried over his mortal friend.
“You made the right decision Ares... “
Ares stood and started pacing the room. He ran a hand true his hair, mussing it up even more. He could feel his emotions welling up inside him. Choking him. Threatening to overwhelm him.
“Did I? Will he make it true this? “All while he spoke, his eyes sought out the still form on the bed. Joxers skin was pale and he was still breathing. But that told him nothing. He turned his eyes back to Apollo. The sun god spoke softly.
“Physically he is fine, I will have Psyche look into his mind ones again. To make sure we didn’t do any harm. Do not worry yourself brother. He will live.”
Ares shock his head and looked at Apollo ones more.
“Yes, but at what price? “
***
For 7 days and 7 nights Joxer slept. And for 7 days and 7 nights, Ares put aside his duties for the mortal. No war was fought, to tributes did he attend. He sat in his bedroom watching and waiting.
***
-Ares POV-
Why do I feel such affection for the mortal? He is isn’t very handsome, nor is he a warrior, he is not like any other who has caught my eyes before this… all my life I have had lovers from the warrior cast, great beauty’s and cunning men and women.
Simplicity has never attracted me much, and neither had complexity. I have not enjoyed complex relations. I had lovers. But never companions.
Why does my heart now scream that Joxer could be both for me?
-End pov-
Eris watched Ares during these 7 days and 7 nights. She watched him watching Joxer. She observed each and every flicker of emotions in those dark orbs. Her brother was an enigma to most. But true thick and thin she was his twin sister, she could read him like no other soul could. Ares had lost his heart. But was not aware of it as of jet.
She Safe guarded Joxer and Ares true the nights and the days. Sometimes joined by her son and her son-in-law. Even Apollo would take a seat beside her outside the War god’s bedroom. Silently watching as well.
---
Olympus was buzzing with gossip, rumours flying about Ares strange absence. Some said that the War god was missing, or that he had found himself a new Godly lover. Aphrodite and her husband smiled and shock their heads. She loved most of her family, hated a few, and was patently blaze about the rest. But she knew Ares… and Arry was up in his neck in it … head over heels… the dumb brute just wouldn’t admit it!
“But then again ... denial isn’t just a river in Egypt…. “
---