JAMIE SOUTHSIDE
The sun shone down on a still green meadow ringed by tall ash trees. Hawks swift of wing filled the stillness of a prefect blue sky with their cries. The grass was dripping with early morning dew, each drop crystalline perfection. Jamie wandered through this peaceful paradise in the blood stained and ripped remnants of an American uniform. He felt like a blight upon this tranquil setting. As he knew he was suppose to. It was as Ares wanted, this place was known by many names but Elysium was it's true nature.
Here a hero lived forever for glory and deeds were eternal. Here a warrior finally embraced peace. And seeing as the former soldier was both alive and at war with a world trying to rule him Jamie was a blight. It was in this land of dead heroes Ares dragged him to in spirit form as his physical body slept . At the feet of these heroes had he learned the Art of War.
Ya late skreb, was she good in the sack or something?
" Tell you the truth I don't know, something came up.
Now that won't do at all. Ya got the girl ya wanted and ya did nothing. Go on get and don't come back till ya want to.
Rejoining his physical body Jamie felt the usual rush of disappointment. Elysium was the epitome of a warrior's life. It was a gathering place for those he felt connected to by blood and history. That disappointed feeling though vanished with quite a pleasurable rush as he felt the desire of Meredith in the world of their shared awareness. Her light kiss, fleeting as it were did more then make up for his skipped lessons. Though truth be told like his bonded the Beserker wondered at the intensity of his emotions concerning the chosen of Apollo. And the hyper sensitivity to her touch.
Such thoughts though vanished the moment her lips reached his neck. Logic, reason, the hows and whys could go screw themselves. Jamie intended to fully enjoy the obvious benefits of a bargain struck with a God. Meredith mutual agreeing opinion was enough for him.
Lazily opening his eyes Jamie looked into the grey eyes of Meredith with his own dark silver ones. " Ya know you keep this up and I might just never leave this bed." He spoke with a little amused laugh, his voice tinged with a heaviness only passion and desire could bring. His hands toyed idly with her shirt and he kissed her bed tossed hair and breathed in its perfume. " Or is that simply part of your plan. Well bring on the whips and chains, they only excite me."