#amphipolisrising

she didn't know it was possible to miss someone so badly. xena had died before, more times than gabrielle could count, but this time she knew there wasn't much she could do, if anything. the blonde knew that the vision in front of her was something like a ghost. but eyes water as she hears that familiar voice, her breath catching in her throat as she moves to speak. maybe she couldn't change anything, but she still couldn't accept it, either. "there's always a way, isn't there? what is there to learn, now that you're gone?"

“Well done Xena--”  

A rugged voice broke what silence  there was of the aftermath. A battle that would make any warriors heart pump faster, the carnage unleashed satisfied yet it left him yearning. The sound of hands clapping together grew louder until a figure seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

@amphipolisrising asked: i can handle myself.

"Oh I've no doubt, but me handling you...well that's just more fun," the god smirked as eyes ran over the warriors form. They soon returned to piercing blue orbs as he took a step forward, cautiously and aware of Xena's hands and where they were placed. Though she couldn't ( nor would she though that might have been some wishful thinking on his part ) kill him, he didn't enjoy being stabbed let alone sliced by the chakram.

Ares knew how far he could push the woman, but he also liked pushing the boundary. To see if he could get his hooks into her further and further, hoping that each time they met it would be it. That she would finally return to him and the life that she was meant to live. She was the greatest war lord, warrior, destroyer of nations that he had ever seen in all his years. The way she could cut down an entire army it was...delicious and made him yearn for every battle that would follow soon after. It's been years now since he had seen the warrior princess in true action and there was a deep need, still, for him to bring her back to that path.

oh shut up, rome can’t birth.

“    You have to admit, I’ve improved since the last time.    ”   Chirped cheer, her joy might be envious if it wasn’t so contagious. It’s compulsion that beckons the nudge of the taller warrior, elbow bopping into bicep with an impish glee. Maybe her improvement hadn’t been steadfast but at least she didn’t fall face first into the mud for once -- that’s technically progress if anyone had to count it. Her grin lessens at silence and perked brows, eyes searching for the faintest hint of a grin across elegant features.    The bard huffs, fingers working into the raw, uncovered wood of her staff,    “    -- c’mon Xena, I could have had you at that last move back there.   ” 

THAT IS NO EXCUSE!!!!!

*KILLS HIM EVEN LOUDER*