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ŠNovember 1998
URL: ../../STO/hell/hell50.htmlThe following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights. If you don't agree or disapprove, please go read something else.
As the shadows lengthened, the conversation waned behind them and all that was left was the sound of the Strigers' persistant strides and the drone of their wuffling breath. Even Tok had become silent, responding with skitterish caution to the tall stones that marked the path. The daggite slunk behind them,like the hunter she was, dipping her head now and then to sniff out her boundaries, but maintaining a quick but even pace with her assigned watch. The small stones of the pathway would have pierced softer hides and it was fortunate that no one was walking.
Usually Xena found the noise of traveling comforting, but the incessant crunching of gravel wore thin and discomfiting as time passed without a single word passing from Gabrielle's lips. No peace was to be had while looking at the Tartaran either. Gabrielle's pinched unpleasant demeanor froze any overtures that the ex-warlord thought of making. When Xena guided her Striger closer to her lover, Gabrielle would cause her mount to sidle away.
The whole situation frustrated the warrior.
She thought knew why Gabrielle was angry, but she did not understand it. That wasn't what baffled the Elysian, however. She'd figured on Gabrielle being upset. Xena just hadn't expected to the totality of the Tartaran's snubbing.
She missed her lover's touch, those gentle announcements of presence and caring that expanded their bedtime relationship to expressions of deepening love. Gabrielle had touched her often, letting fingers linger and brush into gentle grasps, minihugs on her forearm or the wiping away of fresh tears. The contact had reminded Xena she was alive...without the hurt. Touch's silent communication had declared Gabrielle's loyalty and tenderness with a firmer conviction than any words could have carried. And, here where punishments reigned, those slices of heaven, those skin kisses had come back to her.
For a very little while.
And now, though Xena *KNEW* and could feel in her gut that she was right to set her course this way, to challenge Gabrielle's assumptions, those touches were gone. It was as if, for these all too slow candlemarks, she was back on earth where the deprivation of Gabrielle's presence had seared her skin and marked her soul. She ached for the tangible proof of her lover with renewed intensity and she wondered if the Tartaran felt the same way.
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