Xander Christopoulos+Percy Jackson (followyourgut) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-09-05 16:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | star dinozzo, xander christopoulos |
WHO: Star Dinozzo and Xander Christopoulos
WHAT: Xander's watching over his girlfriend, Natch.
WHERE: Tony's mansion. Beat that.
WHEN: RIGHT NOW.
WARNINGS: SO MUCH CUTE YOU MIGHT VOMIT AND GET CAVITIES. And possible angst and language, but you know. Whatevs.
Xander's body had never felt heavier. Was this what it meant to be a hero? To ruin things when you tried to help? To have people hurt because of your decisions? Yes, came the resounding answer from Percy. It was exactly what it meant. No matter what their intentions were, no matter how godly they were, the human part of them would always slip up and leave them to clean up the mess. There was no accounting for human error in the heroing world, and no amount of good that could be done that would alleviate the evil out for revenge. He just had to keep going no matter what tripped him up.
He hadn't been to visit the graves since his aunt and uncle were buried, but it wasn't for lack of wanting to. Irene had left so many people devastated, and as the son of Poseidon, Xander had taken it as his personal responsibility to help out whatever cities needed him. It hadn't left much time for sleeping, let alone personal visits, and as soon as he'd taken the time to listen to his voicemail from Star he knew that something awful had happened. Now he was taking to splitting his time between being a demigod--mostly because part of the hurricane's might was his fault--and helping out his girlfriend. She needed him.
He'd been there for an hour already while she slept, trying to fight off sleep himself so that he'd be awake and alert when she opened her eyes in case she needed anything. It was getting harder and harder to fight how heavy his eyes were getting. Eventually, he had to just give in. One hand reached out to slip his fingers between hers, the best comforting gesture he could think to do while she slept. A few moments later and he was drifting off, awkwardly seated with his forehead against her shoulder. He just hoped he didn't snore.