Livia/Eve (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bitchofrome) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2012-07-04 19:22:00 |
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| Entry tags: | ares, livia/eve |
Who: Ares and Livia
What: The god and his champion scheme
Where: Their offensively luxurious borrowed hotel suite
When: Backdated to about a week ago
Rating: They're being all flirty
Status: Complete
Ares had been fairly quiet since the last warning. It wasn’t that he wasn’t touched Hercules decided to threaten him, it was Xena’s recent arrival. It worried and excited the God of War. More of the later really. Xena was his first champion. He would always have a soft spot for her. Everyone knew it and he loathed that. Xena herself knew and there was little he could do to try to convince her otherwise. So for now he was quiet, trying to figure out his next plan of attack. With all of the obnoxious Greeks it would have to be subtle. It would have to hit home.
If he could tear them apart, they would be too busy amongst themselves to even bother paying attention to him and Livia. Livia was his. He didn’t care what his pathetic little brother said. Though it was rather adorable the way he tried to give orders. As if he ever listened. Ares sipped at a clear glass of scotch and leaned against the wet bar of his fancy room swirling the contents of the drink in the glass and watching them move.
Things were simple in Greece. The Modern world was by far not his favorite. He was in a mood and unsure how to cure it. The last time he was in a mood he’d taken Livia to Mali and let her have a litte fun, but this time he couldn’t decide where his mind was. Did he go with slaughter, remind her where her loyalty lie? Or did he go with all the scotch in Kansas. He hated being unable to make up his mind. Nothing drove him to more annoyance faster than uncertainty.
Livia for her part was entirely fine with being his. Oh she knew how it looked. Knew they assumed he was using her but didn’t they get it? He was a god. He was allowed to decide what mortals he took an interest in and he’d taken an interest in the so called ‘Bitch of Rome’ and Livia loved the name. It was something the weak pathetic little fools she attacked had started calling her, but she figured they’d never expected her to relish in it. And then she’d come here and those ridiculous rumours had started up. Twilight of the Gods, Eve. It was insane.
And then Xena had arrived claiming to be her mother, and all Livia wanted to do was cut out her lying tongue and feed it to the crows. But that was for later. For now she would continue to live in the lap of luxury Ares had provided for her. When she walked into the main room of the suite she smirked. He was just sitting, sipping at a scotch and Livia wondered how anyone would want to take her away from this life. Being the Champion of the god of War had some perks. “You look distracted, I could always help you focus?” she suggested moving to pour herself a drink.
She needed another slaughter, she needed something to take her mind of everything they’d put her through with their lies, and she missed Rome probably as much as Ares did if not more. Rome was hers. Rome was going to be her greatest prize and Ares had been the one that was going to give it to her. And then to be pulled here...it was not in her plan and she was pretty sure it had not been in his. She drank down the liquid in one gulp in a moment of anger before pouring another one. She was restless, annoyed. And she needed something to change.
Ares was hardly even surprised when she appeared by his side. She was always there, just how he liked it. He didn’t want that to change. He was hardly about to give her up without a fight. He’d trained her, made her into who she was. Without him to have taken over in Xena’s absence who knew where she might have ended up. He’d done her a favor. Raised her as his own. Now that Xena threatened that he felt a great deal of anger. Oh yes he was frequently angry, but this anger was different. There were of course different levels. Ares knew each of them well. Lived them on a daiy basis. Xena’s arrival brought them all up to the forefront.
Despite that he hid them quite well. He didn’t punish the city as he might have in the past, nor did he decide to burden Loki with his issue. He buried it under bottles of fine liquor instead. “Could you now?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t know many who would approach me in such a state.” He added as he looked at her with approval. He knew he trained her well. She wouldn’t leave him.
She couldn’t.
“You don’t know too many like me though? Do you?” Livia was entirely proud of where she was in the world and who had put her there. And she knew Ares well enough now to know when the anger got the best of him. For a war god even it was worse. But she understood why it was and she knew what she had to do to make it better. She just had to be there. She knew she had to be the one to stay where she was. By his side. Because that was how it was supposed to be.
“She bothers you doesn’t she? I can see it. You haven’t been the same since she got here. But that’s okay. That can be worked out. You just tell me what you need? Let me fight her, let me kill her. If I’m ready. If I’m prepared I can win. I know I can. And I’d do that for you. You know that, don’t you?”
Another sip of her drink and Livia leaned into his embrace, probably less scared than most people would be around an angry god of war. “I don’t know why she bothers you so much. Or me for that matter, but wouldn’t the world just be better without her in it?”
The War god almost smirked as he watched her. “No, no I don’t.” He admitted as he drank down another shot of scotch and refilled his glass. For Ares, this was as subtle as he got when anger threatened. “She means nothing.” Ares said out loud, unsure if he was saying it to convince himself or her anymore.
“..A world without Xena.” Ares said wistfully as if he were imagining it. Things would be less complicated in a world without the Warrior Princess. He wouldn’t have to worry about potentially losing Livia, she was the perfect woman. He’d taught her everything he knew and she never questioned why or how. She just did as he commanded and he loved that about her. The look on his face was unreadable. His emotions locked away tight. He didn’t have emotions. He was the God of War. Emotions were for mortals.
“No.” As she leaned into him he stared into her eyes as though trying to hypnotise her. “I want to do so much more than kill her.” A strangely bemused expression crept into his face. “I want to destroy her.”
When he stared at her like that there was nothing Livia could even say to pull herself away. Not that she wanted to of course. Ares was everything to her, and they weren’t wrong when they said he had too much control over her. He did, but Livia herself would never believe that. He loved her. He’d raised her to be the perfect warrior and his perfect woman and there was nothing she wanted more in the world than to be that. And then Xena had arrived. Stupid annoying Xena. Oh how she hated her and her lies.
“Then tell me how to do it. Tell me what I need to do to destroy her? I want nothing more than to make you proud of me and I can do that. You know I can, don’t you?” she asked him, still staring into his eyes unable to look away even if she’d wanted to. “She won’t trouble either of us for much longer. Let me tear her down off of her pedestal so that her lies finally stop. I’ll cut out her lying tongue and feed it to the birds. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
She smirked, resting her head against him. “Or you let me go for her precious little Gabrielle. Hurt her, and you hurt Xena, am I right? Because you don’t need her. You never have, you have me.”
“Of course you will.” Ares smirked down at her. He knew how she felt about Xena and aimed to use it to his own advantage. She was his, and would never stray. No matter what anyone said. Her entire life had been sculpted to fit his needs, and it was possibly coming to a middle thanks to the arrival of that woman. Why couldn’t the seal have sent anyone but her? Ares ran his hand down her stomach and rested it on her hip as his other arm held her against him.
“So violent.” Her violence had turned him on, successfully distracted him from his thoughts on the annoying plan ruining Xena for the time being. He was barely even listening to her talk anymore as he let his lips trail her neck toward her jaw, kissing her skin. “Xena’s time is past. It’s yours now. Take it. ” He spoke seductively as he nipped at her earlobe and watched her through amused eyes.
“Enough talk.”
Livia would never deny that she was violent. She loved it, the thrill of the battle that Ares had instilled in her from a young age was still there. It would always be there. Her eyes lit up with a thrilled glow as his hand ran down her stomach, as he showed her just that it was her, that it had always been her and that Xena was done and gone. That she was no longer important to him. Now it was only her. And she would. She would take everything she had ever deserved to take. And no one would stop her. Not even Xena.
He'd said enough talk, but when he got like this Livia could barely think, let alone talk, she leaned into his touch and closed her eyes, her hands moving slowly back to grasp at him. Enough talk was right.
Now it was time for her to show him how much she needed him.
If he could tear them apart, they would be too busy amongst themselves to even bother paying attention to him and Livia. Livia was his. He didn’t care what his pathetic little brother said. Though it was rather adorable the way he tried to give orders. As if he ever listened. Ares sipped at a clear glass of scotch and leaned against the wet bar of his fancy room swirling the contents of the drink in the glass and watching them move.
Things were simple in Greece. The Modern world was by far not his favorite. He was in a mood and unsure how to cure it. The last time he was in a mood he’d taken Livia to Mali and let her have a litte fun, but this time he couldn’t decide where his mind was. Did he go with slaughter, remind her where her loyalty lie? Or did he go with all the scotch in Kansas. He hated being unable to make up his mind. Nothing drove him to more annoyance faster than uncertainty.
Livia for her part was entirely fine with being his. Oh she knew how it looked. Knew they assumed he was using her but didn’t they get it? He was a god. He was allowed to decide what mortals he took an interest in and he’d taken an interest in the so called ‘Bitch of Rome’ and Livia loved the name. It was something the weak pathetic little fools she attacked had started calling her, but she figured they’d never expected her to relish in it. And then she’d come here and those ridiculous rumours had started up. Twilight of the Gods, Eve. It was insane.
And then Xena had arrived claiming to be her mother, and all Livia wanted to do was cut out her lying tongue and feed it to the crows. But that was for later. For now she would continue to live in the lap of luxury Ares had provided for her. When she walked into the main room of the suite she smirked. He was just sitting, sipping at a scotch and Livia wondered how anyone would want to take her away from this life. Being the Champion of the god of War had some perks. “You look distracted, I could always help you focus?” she suggested moving to pour herself a drink.
She needed another slaughter, she needed something to take her mind of everything they’d put her through with their lies, and she missed Rome probably as much as Ares did if not more. Rome was hers. Rome was going to be her greatest prize and Ares had been the one that was going to give it to her. And then to be pulled here...it was not in her plan and she was pretty sure it had not been in his. She drank down the liquid in one gulp in a moment of anger before pouring another one. She was restless, annoyed. And she needed something to change.
Ares was hardly even surprised when she appeared by his side. She was always there, just how he liked it. He didn’t want that to change. He was hardly about to give her up without a fight. He’d trained her, made her into who she was. Without him to have taken over in Xena’s absence who knew where she might have ended up. He’d done her a favor. Raised her as his own. Now that Xena threatened that he felt a great deal of anger. Oh yes he was frequently angry, but this anger was different. There were of course different levels. Ares knew each of them well. Lived them on a daiy basis. Xena’s arrival brought them all up to the forefront.
Despite that he hid them quite well. He didn’t punish the city as he might have in the past, nor did he decide to burden Loki with his issue. He buried it under bottles of fine liquor instead. “Could you now?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t know many who would approach me in such a state.” He added as he looked at her with approval. He knew he trained her well. She wouldn’t leave him.
She couldn’t.
“You don’t know too many like me though? Do you?” Livia was entirely proud of where she was in the world and who had put her there. And she knew Ares well enough now to know when the anger got the best of him. For a war god even it was worse. But she understood why it was and she knew what she had to do to make it better. She just had to be there. She knew she had to be the one to stay where she was. By his side. Because that was how it was supposed to be.
“She bothers you doesn’t she? I can see it. You haven’t been the same since she got here. But that’s okay. That can be worked out. You just tell me what you need? Let me fight her, let me kill her. If I’m ready. If I’m prepared I can win. I know I can. And I’d do that for you. You know that, don’t you?”
Another sip of her drink and Livia leaned into his embrace, probably less scared than most people would be around an angry god of war. “I don’t know why she bothers you so much. Or me for that matter, but wouldn’t the world just be better without her in it?”
The War god almost smirked as he watched her. “No, no I don’t.” He admitted as he drank down another shot of scotch and refilled his glass. For Ares, this was as subtle as he got when anger threatened. “She means nothing.” Ares said out loud, unsure if he was saying it to convince himself or her anymore.
“..A world without Xena.” Ares said wistfully as if he were imagining it. Things would be less complicated in a world without the Warrior Princess. He wouldn’t have to worry about potentially losing Livia, she was the perfect woman. He’d taught her everything he knew and she never questioned why or how. She just did as he commanded and he loved that about her. The look on his face was unreadable. His emotions locked away tight. He didn’t have emotions. He was the God of War. Emotions were for mortals.
“No.” As she leaned into him he stared into her eyes as though trying to hypnotise her. “I want to do so much more than kill her.” A strangely bemused expression crept into his face. “I want to destroy her.”
When he stared at her like that there was nothing Livia could even say to pull herself away. Not that she wanted to of course. Ares was everything to her, and they weren’t wrong when they said he had too much control over her. He did, but Livia herself would never believe that. He loved her. He’d raised her to be the perfect warrior and his perfect woman and there was nothing she wanted more in the world than to be that. And then Xena had arrived. Stupid annoying Xena. Oh how she hated her and her lies.
“Then tell me how to do it. Tell me what I need to do to destroy her? I want nothing more than to make you proud of me and I can do that. You know I can, don’t you?” she asked him, still staring into his eyes unable to look away even if she’d wanted to. “She won’t trouble either of us for much longer. Let me tear her down off of her pedestal so that her lies finally stop. I’ll cut out her lying tongue and feed it to the birds. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
She smirked, resting her head against him. “Or you let me go for her precious little Gabrielle. Hurt her, and you hurt Xena, am I right? Because you don’t need her. You never have, you have me.”
“Of course you will.” Ares smirked down at her. He knew how she felt about Xena and aimed to use it to his own advantage. She was his, and would never stray. No matter what anyone said. Her entire life had been sculpted to fit his needs, and it was possibly coming to a middle thanks to the arrival of that woman. Why couldn’t the seal have sent anyone but her? Ares ran his hand down her stomach and rested it on her hip as his other arm held her against him.
“So violent.” Her violence had turned him on, successfully distracted him from his thoughts on the annoying plan ruining Xena for the time being. He was barely even listening to her talk anymore as he let his lips trail her neck toward her jaw, kissing her skin. “Xena’s time is past. It’s yours now. Take it. ” He spoke seductively as he nipped at her earlobe and watched her through amused eyes.
“Enough talk.”
Livia would never deny that she was violent. She loved it, the thrill of the battle that Ares had instilled in her from a young age was still there. It would always be there. Her eyes lit up with a thrilled glow as his hand ran down her stomach, as he showed her just that it was her, that it had always been her and that Xena was done and gone. That she was no longer important to him. Now it was only her. And she would. She would take everything she had ever deserved to take. And no one would stop her. Not even Xena.
He'd said enough talk, but when he got like this Livia could barely think, let alone talk, she leaned into his touch and closed her eyes, her hands moving slowly back to grasp at him. Enough talk was right.
Now it was time for her to show him how much she needed him.