Again AU G/A. Imagine what would have happened if The God You Know had ended differently. What if Aphrodite didn't survive the draining. I don't often play with the mortal Ares, but wanted to leave my comfort zone. So here we go.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warnings: Tears and mortality involved.
Path of a Tear
"She was my sister," the former God of War choked out. Tears found their way down his cheeks, the salty drops clinging to his coarse facial hair. His once magnificent figure slouching on the cold ground, shoulders bent, his sword nowhere to be seen.
"And my friend," Gabrielle replied with a quiet voice and a heavy heart.
"My sister," he mumbled as the tears continued to bath his cheeks.
"Don't cry," she asked of him. Deep brown eyes looked up at her.
"I can't help it," he replied frustration and sadness colouring his voice. "It hurts," he added incredulously.
"I know," she said as she knelt next to him. Gently placing her hands on his knees she absorbed the warmth of his leather breeches. They looked at each other, his brown eyes drowning in tears, her green ones showing compassion.
"How come you don't cry?" he asked sounding like a little boy.
"I've…got no tears left," she replied as one lonesome tear found its way down her cheek. Enthralled by the drop's progress his eyes never left her face until the drop fell from her chin and was absorbed by the material of her skirt.
"How do I make the pain go away?" he desperately wondered.
She studied him, let her eyes roam over his rugged face, mapping every line, each faint wrinkle. Mortality took its toll on him, she thought as she reached out to touch the grey that had started to appear at his temple. Gently she let her fingers caress the surprisingly soft hair, her eyes shifting to his.
"You don't," she stated cupping his face in her palm. "You can't."
He reached out and took her hand in his, covering the small hand with his own. Silently he brought her hand to his chest, softly pressing it against the ribs above his beating heart.
"But it hurts. How do I make the pain go away?" he begged of her, giving her hand a brief squeeze.
Not owning the words to comfort him she did what came natural to her. And in one moment where their past and future was forgiven and forgotten she wrapped her arms around him, offering comfort to another human being in pain. Without questioning he opened his own arms and devoured the blonde within his hug. His arms trembled around her small body, his tears wetting her skin as he pressed his face against her bare neck.
Time was stopped, became meaningless in the face of human loss. Space was removed, became non-existing in the face of shared pain. All that existed was a bond, a love. It wasn't real, but for that one moment it was everything.