Of swords and weapons.
Who? R/J (??)
When? AU SilMil
AN: I was watching 300: Rise of an Empire on the plane. Please do not judge. I got a strong R/J vibe from Themistocles/Artemisia. Just me? Okay. The hate!sex was still hawt.
"You are without your powers," he stated, breathing heavily.
The Martian shrugged indifferently. Inside, a tempest brewed - why could she not conjure the fire? For the first time in her seventeen summers, the power that usually tingled at her fingertips was nowhere to be found. More concerning, how did he know?
"Your eyes betray you."
She hated he knew things about her. Moreoever, she despised knowing similar details about him - images she could not cleanse. Nonchalantly, she pulled a blade from one of the bodies on the ground. Wiping the blood on her ripped skirt, she said, "I might be without fire, but I can still wield a sword."
"You are no Venus," he said with generous lips smiling.
Mars knew she was not, nor did she appreciate the implied intention of his statement. Where as her blonde compatriot had more or less been born with the great weapon of the Moon in her hands, Mars had always drawn her force from fire. The flames had always been a part of her. Where had they gone?
"If you are looking for someone to blame, you may place it on Nephrite," he remarked on her silence.
"How?"
Jadeite looked to the sky, nodded at the near eclipse and said, "We planned this day. While only for a few minutes - it is enough that you are incapacitated."
Hissing, she lunged forward. The heavy weapon was awkward in her hands - nothing like the practice swords or sabers she was used to. Stepping neatly aside, he chuckled and said, "You will not kill anyone that way."
Wiping sweat from her brow, she said, "But I will try."
When? AU SilMil
AN: I was watching 300: Rise of an Empire on the plane. Please do not judge. I got a strong R/J vibe from Themistocles/Artemisia. Just me? Okay. The hate!sex was still hawt.
"You are without your powers," he stated, breathing heavily.
The Martian shrugged indifferently. Inside, a tempest brewed - why could she not conjure the fire? For the first time in her seventeen summers, the power that usually tingled at her fingertips was nowhere to be found. More concerning, how did he know?
"Your eyes betray you."
She hated he knew things about her. Moreoever, she despised knowing similar details about him - images she could not cleanse. Nonchalantly, she pulled a blade from one of the bodies on the ground. Wiping the blood on her ripped skirt, she said, "I might be without fire, but I can still wield a sword."
"You are no Venus," he said with generous lips smiling.
Mars knew she was not, nor did she appreciate the implied intention of his statement. Where as her blonde compatriot had more or less been born with the great weapon of the Moon in her hands, Mars had always drawn her force from fire. The flames had always been a part of her. Where had they gone?
"If you are looking for someone to blame, you may place it on Nephrite," he remarked on her silence.
"How?"
Jadeite looked to the sky, nodded at the near eclipse and said, "We planned this day. While only for a few minutes - it is enough that you are incapacitated."
Hissing, she lunged forward. The heavy weapon was awkward in her hands - nothing like the practice swords or sabers she was used to. Stepping neatly aside, he chuckled and said, "You will not kill anyone that way."
Wiping sweat from her brow, she said, "But I will try."