Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Xena, Warrior Princess
Challenge/Prompt: fan_flashworks #184: Apple
Warning(s): Future Ficlet
Word Count: 490
Date Written: 6 March 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
He is the God of War and one of the last remaining old Gods. He has survived through millennia while other Gods have perished because of a lack of believers. They draw Their strength and powers from those who believe in Them, and when the last of Their followers has gone the way of Christianity or otherwise perished from the world, They have been left powerless and utterly mortal. He's always sworn that won't happen to Him. He's always vowed that He will remain no matter the changes in the world or whatever other forces try to take Him down, and so far, He's been right.
But there are still certain things with which even He has trouble. Ares strokes his goatee and tries to keep His eyes focused on the battle field. This war has been building every day for years, and now that it's finally happening, He doesn't want to miss a second of the action. He keeps His gaze pivoted to the Earthly place, refusing to look up, refusing to see Her.
He can hear Her calling His name. Her voice caresses His face in the hot winds rising off of the desert floor. Her voice somehow manages to sing His name through every piercing of a mortal weapon embedding in mortal flesh and every death cry. It seems to reverberate underneath His very skin, as though Her lips and fingers are already caressing His tanned flesh.
Her call will not heed. It will not succumb or be ignored. It continues as millions are slain. It continues as flesh becomes bone and still the fighting continues. It continues when the soldiers are exhausted, nearly keeling over just with their heavy footsteps on the hot sands. He wants to call to them to pull themselves upright and keep fighting, but His Father no longer makes these mortal toys like He used to.
And His Sister just won't shut up! Finally caving in frustration, Ares whirls around on the heels of his black, snakeskin boots and bellows up at Aphrodite. "SHUT UP! I'M WORKING DOWN HERE!" But then He sees Her, standing in the clouds of Mount Olympus so far above His head. He sees Her, sees the clouds wrapping around Her beautiful form in a light, pink froth, sees that She's wearing nothing more than the clouds and the golden apple She's bopping up and down in Her palm.
He groans, even His need for love outweighing His need for battle. She squeals in laughter as He zaps to Her side and wraps Her up in His big, muscular arms. They devour each other's mouths hungrily, and over His shoulder as His mouth moves to Her neck, Aphrodite winks back down at the Earth and the mortals who can not see the Goddess who still cares for them. She winks, smiling, for War has left Earth again and for a while at least, Love reigns triumphant once again.