Trust [locked from all]
Leaning up against a tree, Joxer groaned. Sleeping in a real bed for the last several months had spoiled him and getting used to the ground again, even with a sleeping roll was a pain. He couldn't understand how the other man could do it, Iolaus was already sleep near their camp fire as if he'd never left this way of life.
Rolling his neck and hearing the resounding pop he'd been looking for, he then pulled out his parchment, ink and quill. There was just enough light left from the fire for him to write.
'It's odd. For the first time in all the years I've been traveling with people, it's been comfortable. I still worry some days that Hercules will show up and I'll lose the only friend that I have, but I've enjoyed this time. Xena and Gabrielle would have been giving long suffering sighs over the fact I tripped over some tree branch, or wasn't moving fast enough for them. Instead, Iolaus just helped me to my feet, asked if I was all right, then started off again. Nothing more said... And when he noticed that I was falling behind, he matched his pace to mine.'
'What really causes me to wonder though, this was the man that a year and a half ago looked disgusted that I showed up in the same village as him and now... now he's my best friend. I know Hercules is his and he doesn't know that I trust him as much as I do... but there are only three people I trust with my life now. Bliss, Cupid and him.'
'He didn't even tease me too badly about the fact I've started seeing someone... a woman. Okay, he first looked at me and asked what I meant by a woman... especially after what I admitted to him last year, but he seems genially happy for me. Except he keeps teasing me that I'll always be a blushing virgin if I keep going slow.'
'But that's a matter of trust. I've waited my whole life... and I want it to be right. I don't know her well enough to make that choice yet. I've been hurt too badly by people I've trusted... I don't want that to happen again.'
'It's funny, I trust him, but I don't trust myself.'
Putting down his quill, Joxer sighed and waited for the ink to dry before rolling the parchment up and slipping it into his bag. Yet another part of himself written down, for only his eyes to see.
Rolling his neck and hearing the resounding pop he'd been looking for, he then pulled out his parchment, ink and quill. There was just enough light left from the fire for him to write.
'It's odd. For the first time in all the years I've been traveling with people, it's been comfortable. I still worry some days that Hercules will show up and I'll lose the only friend that I have, but I've enjoyed this time. Xena and Gabrielle would have been giving long suffering sighs over the fact I tripped over some tree branch, or wasn't moving fast enough for them. Instead, Iolaus just helped me to my feet, asked if I was all right, then started off again. Nothing more said... And when he noticed that I was falling behind, he matched his pace to mine.'
'What really causes me to wonder though, this was the man that a year and a half ago looked disgusted that I showed up in the same village as him and now... now he's my best friend. I know Hercules is his and he doesn't know that I trust him as much as I do... but there are only three people I trust with my life now. Bliss, Cupid and him.'
'He didn't even tease me too badly about the fact I've started seeing someone... a woman. Okay, he first looked at me and asked what I meant by a woman... especially after what I admitted to him last year, but he seems genially happy for me. Except he keeps teasing me that I'll always be a blushing virgin if I keep going slow.'
'But that's a matter of trust. I've waited my whole life... and I want it to be right. I don't know her well enough to make that choice yet. I've been hurt too badly by people I've trusted... I don't want that to happen again.'
'It's funny, I trust him, but I don't trust myself.'
Putting down his quill, Joxer sighed and waited for the ink to dry before rolling the parchment up and slipping it into his bag. Yet another part of himself written down, for only his eyes to see.