Title: Eulogy for a Warrior Princess - Autolycus
Summary:
Author: KMCE
Date Started: 28 Aug. 09
Date Completed: 28 Aug. 09
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He stopped, stunned, breathing hard, tears rolling down his cheeks and in one smooth motion, collapsed on the soft ground, staring at the blonde bard in shock.
"No, please tell me that you're lying." He gasped, running a hand through his once lush gray hair.
"It is true, Autolycus," she whispered sadly, leaning against an unseen person.
Since then, he had been stationary in that chair, not wanting to move, not wanting to face the reality of her death. She was his friend, a treasured companion, but most of all, a valued friend that he never knew how much he loved until she was gone.
Yes, she had shown him up many times, even their introduction was a tad rough, with him being tripped down a flight of stairs as an introduction. But all was forgiven when he stared into those cool, blue eyes, and fell in love.
He suspected that she knew about his obsession with her, ever since her temporary stay in his body, he suspected. But he also knew that her heart belonged to another, and thus he kept away, just wanting her to be happy.
But now, he wondered if he should have said something before, said something to tell her, something to just let her know how much he appreciated her. There were so many things he never said; he never told her how much he cared for her, especially after reports of her crucifixion. He never apologised for the time he tricked her into wearing that costume, even though he knew that she had forgiven him for it; it still made him feel better after he apologised.
The memories of their time spent together never failed to stop playing in his mind. Before the warrior princess entered his life, it was bare, desolate, and monotonous. Yes, the stealing was fun, but it was after she entered his life that it had meaning. Suddenly, it was full of life again, with each day passing in wonderment and hope that he would meet her on the roads of Greece. Even when he never met her, the memories of their time spent together kept him going.
To some extent, he felt disgusted for being so sappy over her death. People die! He thought angrily to himself, it is the way of the world. Yet, his thoughts did nothing but to aggravate the pain he already felt.
She was gone, and perhaps, he would soon join her.
But for now, all that surrounds him were the long gone memories of the past, of their time together, of her soft, dulcet tones, her oh-so-annoying smirk whenever she knew she was right.
He may be the King of Thieves, but Xena, Warrior Princess, was the thief of his heart.
Fin.