Honeymoon Is Over
She
was just waking up when the distinct sound of footsteps made her
muscles jump.
And
then, like every other day, the world decides to mess with Xena's
morning.
And,
on any other day, she'd make quick work with a fist or a kick to
someone's head.
But
on this day, all Xena can see is the frying pan.
Cast
iron and deadly, no longer just used for cooking.
Oh yea, this'll be a fun fight today.
She
was dreaming of something wonderful when the cold water hit her
face.
And
then, like every other day, the world decides to crash into
Gabrielle's slumber.
And,
on any other day, she'd keep one eye on her traveling companion as
the staff makes contact with someone's chest.
But
on this day, all Gabrielle can see is the frying pan.
Bent
and warped, no longer useable for its purpose.
Oh yea, Warrior Princess, you are going to pay for this one.
And
the honeymoon is over as they stand toe-to-toe, both of them not
seeing the other one's point of view. That lovely sheen of friendship
and caring slips right off, hitting the muddy ground beneath their
feet.
A
cool look and a heated glare set the tone for the rest of the hours
to follow.
And,
on any other day, Xena would apologize. And, on any other day,
Gabrielle would acquiesce.
Just
like every other day, though, they ride this wave. Up and down. Back
and forth. Push. Pull.
The
rose-colored world is a shade too dark now. There are no heroes
here.
Yes,
the honeymoon is over.
But
the marriage has just begun.
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