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My Immortal songfic
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[I'm so tired of being here
suppressed by all my childish fears]
Apollo sat in his temple, Alone as usual. The muses were out doing what ever and he had a rare moment of quiet. Looking around to make sure he was absolutly alone He reached under his chair and took out a scrying mirrior after a moment of focus he smiled at the
object of his affection.
"Ares." He whisperd.
[and if you have to leave
i wish that you would just leave
'cause your presence still lingers here
and it won't leave me alone]
Cupid paced the floor of his temple angrily. "Damnit strife he hissed Why can't you just act your age?" He paused taking deep breaths trying to calm himself. It was difficult. He had worked on getting that pair together for months and strife chose the night of the feast that the proposel was meant to happen to mess with everything. Why did strife never think? He could be so much more likable if he did. "He is such an IDIOT somtimes" Cupid muttered.
Little did he know that his cousin was watching him in the scrying mirror at that moment and was biting his lip at the cruel frustrated words.
[these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
i held your hand through all of these years
but you still have
all of me]
Apollo loved to watch ares do just about anything. He loved the way he frowned in concentration when he was planning. He love that satisfaction on his face that came with a plan that went through. He had always loved watching ares. Even when ares had been a child he had loved the energy and exerburence. He remember once when ares had been about five mortal years old he had found him wandering around lost. When offering to lead him back home ares had nodded and grabbed his hand. Apollo had never had anyone trust him that easily before.
And as ares grew older he never held his hand again.
[i've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
but though you're still with me
i've been alone all along]
Strife swallowed as cupid paced and mutterd to himself about him. He didn't see what the problem was. He was mischeif. He's supposed to mess with things. That was his power and what everyone expected of him. He couldn't always do what unc told him too but he could do mischief.
So why was cupid so mad? It's what he was and who he was. He knew that his feelings for cupid were hopeless. He knew that a union between a god of mischef and a love god would never work. He even knew that cupid was with psyche
But he didn't understand why cupid was angry at him.
[these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase
when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
i held your hand through all of these years]
Apollo bit his lip as ares flashed to his temple on earth when the human called joxer started praying to him and stayed there invisible to watch the mortal.
Joxer. The mortal that ares wanted so much. Maybe even loved.
That was yet another reason that he would never tell ares how he felt. He knew it was no use.
It was never any use.
[but you still have
all of me]
That's how it was for a long time on that hot summer eveing. Two gods, one of war and one of love were being wathced by the ones who adored them beyond what words could say.
And they didn't know.
They would probably never know.
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