The Power of a God
We had some Firsts and Lasts in fic and discussion yesterday. Thank you!
Begin Again [PG] by kdbleu
Then and Now [PG] by taragel
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Begin Again [PG] by kdbleu
Then and Now [PG] by taragel
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Across time their souls continue to find each other.
In Troy she is the Greek warrior; fearless, ready to battle anyone placed before her. He is kin to the Trojan King; a relation to be sent to the temple of Apollo in service as a priestess to the people.
But then the gods begin to war and Apollo flees, leaving his servant at the mercy of the sword. On a beach made sticky with blood she defies the Greek King to claim him as her prize. And though they find love for a time, a stray arrow falls the warrior and the priestess finds his prayers unanswered.
In Egypt he is warrior; the dutiful solder who has won glory for his king. She is a princess left without a land; the last hope of her people in their exile and slavery.
But even a solder wishes to wash away the smell of battle, and even a slave can notice the form of their master. Yet in the halls of the Pharaoh the walls have ears and she is forced to choose between her love of a man and her love of her people. And though she can not have him in life, she manages to join him in death.
In Ireland she is a princess once again; but of a small clan, proud and fierce. He is a man lost at sea; a fallen fighter who did not die.
But the tides are kind to him, washing him ashore on the bank of her homeland. In a hut on the edge of the sea, she lies and says that she is the daughter of a farmer. She nurses him back to life and he finds a way into her heart. But it is dangerous for him to stay and she is has been pledged to another, so they set out on their journeys, not knowing that the next time they would meet he would call her, “My Queen” and she would call him, “Beloved Nephew of My Husband”.
In Italy she is waiting; wishing for a chance to prove herself, spoiling for a fight. He is the beloved offspring who has never rebelled.
But young blood runs hot, and palm to palm as holy palmer kiss leads quickly to holy matrimony and kisses of a different kind all together. Yet kisses can not stop a mouth quick to anger, and soon the fight has found her and carried her far outside of Verona's Walls and he is caught up with the orders of his parents and the longings of his heart and the advice of a priest who practices medicine. But notes can go astray and neither can live long without the other, so happy dagger - here is thy sheath.
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