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Rating: PG-13 for homoerotic implications
Summary: Ares teaches Luke a few things about darkness
Type: Crossover, vignette, PoV. Think of this as a monologue.
Archive: Sure. Just tell me where.
Disclaimer: Whatcha gonna
do when Rob Tapert & Sam Raimi's
war god decides he wants
to play in George Lucas' universe?
Acknowledgements: Mikal the Ram for the first lines of "Loki's Song"
Warnings: Slash, bloodplay,
mindfucks, implied incest (all canonical Greek mythology).
But, nothing graphic.
Feedback: I crave it. It's my favorite high.
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Salt Wine
2001 Angelia Sparrow
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You can't move. Oh,
but being a god has its perks. Now, let
me see you. Very nice.
Too many clothes, though. I like
the black, but it's in the
way. Much better.
I do have such a weakness
for blonds. Dear 'Dite, my ditzy
sister. Her son, that
annoying twit with the arrows. My
pesky half-brother's little
mortal hunter. But you, oh you're
perfect.
You're mine. I could
feel you clear across the galaxy. I
can feel your anger, your
lust for power. It sits right...
here. Your chest is
so warm, but you're breathing too hard.
Calm, my little warrior.
Some things don't change, no matter
where I go. I'm not
sure where I am. It looks a little
like Egypt. I went
there with Caeser, you know. But the
stars are all wrong.
I can see so much more than this sandy
place in your mind.
In one of those places, the people will
build me a temple and I
will be worshipped again. Good enough
for now.
And who is this dark warrior
who strides through your nightmares,
causing you loss and grief?
Father? Really? Now he could be
interesting. Obviously
one of mine, even in this place where
my name is unknown.
Even here, I am followed, if not known; here
where you fight with swords
of light instead of steel. Oh,
you're sweet, my boy.
Shhh, I haven't hurt you
badly, just a scratch on your cheek.
See? Here, I'm cleaning
it up. Your blood is sweet,
mortal, like you.
You are mine. Born to war.
"I was born in battle's fire
And laid beside my mother's corpse."
That's you, my sweet one.
You were. You can't remember,
but I can see it all in
those cloudy infant chambers of your
mind. Easy, boy.
That's just my tongue again. I could hold
you here forever, tasting
your salt-sweat, drinking it like the
best wine.
A tear? Ah, bitter frustration
and anger, so tasty. It must
gall you to be held so:
wrapped in my arms, which your mortal
strength cannot hope to
move.
Ahhh. Now that's interesting,
Who is your hot-tempered,
fast-shooting friend?
Oho, more than just a friend. He's the
one you're building the
lightsword to save, is he?
Yes, you'll go, and you'll
butcher the crime-lord and his
hangers-on. You'll
stride to where he hangs, all stony
and cold, and make the magics
that will release him.
He'll tumble into your arms,
and when he comes to, he'll
kiss you ever so gratefully.
Then, the two of you will
go and kill your father, and
his king. And you'll
rule the stars with him at your side,
won't you? Or will
it be at your feet? And you have the
nerve to say you're not
mine, Skywalker?
Oh yes, I know your name.
Very apt. You walk through
the sky in your ships that
travel in air instead of water
and you'll stride across
the stars, making them your own.
Where I come from, flight
is for the gods.
So your green-eyed/grey-eyed
love hasn't taken you yet?
What a sin. Or perhaps
not. A blond virgin sacrifice to
the war-god. Mmmmmm.
You're all right. I
didn't break the skin that time. I just
broke it here, though.
Your blood is the exact color of Spartan
wine, and far more satisfying.
Oh, that's right, you've never
heard of Sparta.
You'd be very popular there,
Luke, the warrior-mystic. Luke.
A good Greek name.
Do you know it means "light?" My brother
drove the chariot of the
sun across the sky each day. Are
you his? I don't care
if you are. I've bested him before.
Light has nothing on my darkness.
Can you see me, my sweet?
Right there, in that pretty
bronze mirror I just conjured.
Don't we look nice together?
All light and dark, smooth and
rough. Such a contrast.
Yet, you're mine because light is
nothing without dark for
contrast.
Hold still, I'm going to
kiss you. Then again, you
don't really have a choice
do you? Those lips of yours.
So soft. Oh, your
friend has done this, has he? An ice
cave...and how you warmed
it up saying farewell. Oh, lucky
man. Lucky, lucky
man.
You're waking up now, my
sweet boy. Remember me.
Men die, cattle die, worlds
die, even the gods die.
But as long as you remember,
I live.
And as long as I live, I
will return to you.
A last kiss. Finish
your sword. Remember.
*end*