What We Were

5/22/05

I do not own ToS

We were friends, rivals, enemies, and companions.

Friends as in we understood each other; we could feel another’s pain.

Rivals as in we fell in love with the same man; Kratos the handsome, mysterious mercenary.

Enemies as in we fought each other; Cruxis against Lloyd’s group, Cruxis against the Renegades, and the Renegades against Lloyd’s group.

Companions as in we were on the same team; Cruxis, Lloyd’s group (or you working with them, in your case), and the Renegades (or me working with them, in my case).

That is how everything got started; we had to work together and against each other.

But besides working with each other and against each other, we were alike in some ways.

For one thing, we’re both very pretty.

You with your long sapphire hair and beautiful, delicate, Elven features.

And I with my wavy ruby hair and slightly effeminate, but still manly, Human features.

And we both happened to be in love with the same man.

Of course, we are also very different.

Despite the obvious differences (looks, age, race, etc), our ways of courting Kratos were very much different.

You had a subtler, gentler approach to the matter. You, the friend of 4000 years, always there to comfort him, though you acted curt sometimes, as not to let him know exactly how deep your feelings ran.

My approach was more extrovert and tactless. I’d hang on his shoulders, flirt shamelessly, occasionally plant a kiss on his cheek. But, I did this to most everyone, so it wasn’t completely abnormal.

And when his back was turned, we bickered relentlessly with one another over who he liked more.

We waited for what seemed like forever for him to choose one of us.

And finally, we got tired of waiting for his decision. We stormed into his room, preparing to demand an answer.

Of course, when we got there, the sight before completely threw our plan out the window.

There he was, covered up in blankets and wrapped up in the arms of another man. Lloyd. His son.

We had both known the two had been growing close, possibly too close, but this had never entered our minds.

And by the way they held each other, snuggled up in one another’s warm embrace, it was obvious it was more than lust.

It was love. True, pure, unabridged love.

This, of course, left us both very speechless and defeated.

So, after that, we became friends, rivals, enemies, companions, and then drinking buddies.

And, in the morning, to our dismay, we would learn we also became lovers.