Of Swords and Chakrams

𝟸𝟷+ 𝚁𝙿 / 𝟹𝟶+ 𝙼𝚄𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙰. 𝚂𝙴𝙻. 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴. 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 / 𝚂𝙷𝙴 / 𝙸𝚃 αℓℓ ѕнιρѕ qυєєя αη∂ ѕιηкιηg.

[swordsandchakrams]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 ƖųҳƖყ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔡.𝔦𝔬 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰

ㅤ ᥫ᭡ 21+ MDNI blog dedicated to 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 and 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ literate third-person 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚 and 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐥𝐲 replies. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 friendly. 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcursed to love 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬. sadly 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 friendly.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤexpect 𝐗𝐖𝐏 and 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 tomfoolery ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪

[tangerinelabyrinth]

Quick Xena and Gabrielle edit

Instagram This is where I acquired the scene pack, favcivantos on Instagram.

Song: Jackie and Wilson by Hozier

[swordsandchakrams]

OOC. Happy pride month! Drink some water and grab a bite to eat. Self-care is important. I will be dropping a fanfiction-esque solo this month. It'll read like a short story even though it's roleplay. We're coming up on the 31st Xenaversary which means I will be insufferable this pride month.

( edit.i 6-9-2026 ) Due to work conflict and family life, the story might not be posted until July. Also, just a reminder, this is a roleplay blog. Please familiarize yourselves with proper roleplay ediquete if you plan on engaging.

[swordsandchakrams]

GABRIELLE. If anyone sees a tall, probably confused woman with a sharp flying Circle of Ouch, please return her to me. As soon as possible. Her name is Xena. She's probably really scared. She's reactive, so be careful. She bites.

[swordsandchakrams]

GABRIELLE. Hey everyone, Xena farts in her sleep. Earlier today she laughed at one of my scrolls. It was one of those quiet amused chuckles which borders somewhere between judgemental and mockery. I suppose now is as good a time as any to execute my revenge. Xena farts in her sleep, not just snores. They aren't cute toots, either. They could knock a fully grown warrior unconcious. One sniff and you would be out cold.

[swordsandchakrams]

OOC. I apologize to every roleplay fxf blogger and les4les blogger who caught a glimpse of that thread. I was not aware my muse would be sexualized by a male muse. The mun claimed their muse was going to be a gay man. The thread has been removed from my blog and I have ended communication with that mun. I understand it wasn't full-on erotica; I still take my boundaries seriously. Do not flirt, sexualize, or establish a connection with a muse without asking. This should not need to be said.

A few bloggers in the roleplay community need to remember their roleplay ediquette. This can vary from writer to writer, but they aren't suggestions. Know the ediquette!

Do not add backstory information, pre-determined connections, or alter a religious figure's symbolism without that mun's permission. Do not add other characters to a plot without permission. If someone is writing a diety, don't try to change or improv their titles or what they represent. That's not respectful of the mun behind the muse. This includes adding children and ex-lovers to a plot. When you agree to write with a muse, that's all it's meant to be. Your chosen muse and their chosen muse. Some people are okay with multiples in a plot, but never assume! It can lead to confusion and misunderstandings if you start referring to multiple characters. You need to ask first!

I hate being selective when it comes to certain blogs, but I'm getting fed up with the lack of ediquette. I can only be so nice when I hold a mun accountable. When I speak up on a reply making me uncomfortable because your response to my muse felt too sexual and forward? Just apologize. Don't try to make excuses or bring up something else. Just accept you made a mistake that ended in us ending our plot, and move on!

This isn't about being blocked or getting blocked. Keep your peace. This is about roleplay ediquette. It's weird imo the character was supposed to be a gay man. A gay man who was a little too flirtacious with Aphrodite? There is a person behind that muse. Ask first. Having a gay muse does not give you a pass or permission to sexualize a female/fem muse. That includes flirting. I do not care. It's such an ick when women are sexualized by gay men the same way straight men treat us. Talking about my muses' hands on your muses' body, when you get shoved out of the way for stepping on my muse, as if it turns on or excites your gay male muse? You didn't need to do that. That's weird behavior. That's creepy!

To every queer woman and fruity fem who read that small plot, I would like to apologize. I had no idea a mun would get that comfortable one reply into an improved plot. I was hoping for a 'gay man x bsf Aphrodite' fluff-filled plot. I did not anticipate such a hetero-coded reply. I take it seriously when I promote this blog being a queer safe space for sapphics. I have removed the thread.

So, reminder to those who are new to roleplay ediquette: Do not change anything for another person's muse. Don't try to get creative without first discussing. Do not assume you can sexualize or flirt with a muse. Moral of the story? Ask first!

I will be updated my guidelines this weekend. This was a lot to process on a Wednesday.

[swordsandchakrams]

Xena hesitated, remaining crouched among the green leaves and half burnt brush. If Gabrielle were here, Xena would insist on creating a distraction so they'd easily escape. She would have left this town alone. Since Gabrielle wasn't here, there wasn't much for the ex-warlord to lose.

Xena felt her body move before her mind could agree. She held up her sword so the woman could see it clearly as she stood up at her full height. The Warrior Princess wasn't exactly petite. Just as slowly as she stood up Xena sheathed her blade. She kept both hands outstretch. Despite her size and muscles, she hoped her behavior looked a little less threatening.

"Relax. I'm not here to loot anyone. I'm here to help." Xena hoped that sounded genuine. "My name is Xena. I've been tracking down the warlord who has been raiding these villages." It wasn't a lie.

Xena offered a small smile, awkward and serious. She didn't dare move an inch. She had created a reputation from her days as a warlord. It wasn't out of the ordinary for someone to assume she was about to fight. She looked the part. She fought like it, too.

"I didn't mean to startle you. I'm just wary. You understand, I'm sure." It was a last ditch effort to convince this woman that she, indeed, was not here to loot the village.

[therapardalis]

There was a moment's pause, silent on both sides, before the person in the bushes stood up. And up. And up. Thera's eyes followed her movement, blinked once. Huh ... alright.

It was reassuring in that this woman was alone, but a little less so that she could clearly do a lot of damage all by herself. But, that said ... Thera watched the body language, saw the sword go away, had begun to connect the dots when the other spoke. Xena ... oh, she knew that name, from different sources, the story of redemption starting to overtake the older ones of steel and fear.

" ... Alright." The staff turned in her hands, one tip resting on the ground so that it became a walking stick rather than a weapon, "That's fair." Somebody needed to do that tracking down - put the so-called 'warlord' back in his place rather than picking up the wreckage his 'army' left behind.

"I'm Thera." She set her free hand on the back of a hound standing by her leg, tail waving gently as both the humans seemed to be calm, "From what I'm told, they raided this village around three hours ago." Pause, considering; this wasn't exactly her problem to get involved in, but a nip of conscience rose in the back of her mind.

"I doubt they'll be hiding their tracks anyway, but ..." A suggestion, an offer, reluctant but still given, "the dogs know their scent."

[swordsandchakrams]

Xena thought for a moment. The sun was setting. She was losing light. Nothing, technically, would prevent her from tracking down a man in the dead of night. It was easier to work with sunlight than moonlight. Xena wasn't trying to chase a challenge, just a warlord.

"Your hounds, the dogs—they can follow a scent?" Xena held up a piece of a cloth. It looked like grimey fabric torn from a man's tunic. "This is all I have to go off of, and there's a chance it belongs to a farmer or innocent traveller."

Xena inched closer, each step confident and weighted with wariness. She stopped to keep several feet of space between them. The warrior held out the cloth, her blue eyes analyzing every movement. There was no shortage of brilliance.

"I've been tracking this warlord for two days. This cloth scrap looks like it's from a tunic. It's covered in sweat stains. Usually that means someone is a farmer or traveling. It's been a dead end with no other clues." Xena kept her hand outstretched with the assumption Thera would need the fabric to track the scent, "I'll take what I can get."

[swordsandchakrams]

[ closed starter for @realmyths ]

[𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 ƖųҳƖყ]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" 𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐩'𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . . "

It had been one hell of a night. If anyone knew Oswin's real identity, they'd agree she was too much like her mother. The impulsive habit of drinking one too many after popping a quarter of xanax? It was all very Ruby but nothing like Red.

≿—————— ❈ ——————-　❈　—————— ❈ ——————-≾

Oswin was complicated. Her past was complicated. Her birth was complicated. According to Ms Mimi, the literal Madame Mim, Oswin had been found in a basket on her doorstep in the middle of the night. No note. No birth-certificate. No warning. The only item in the basket has been a small blanket tied to a lion stuffy. The lion had been handmade, most likely by a parent, and the cloth looked like scrap from vintage blue-and-white gingham dress. It resembled the classic Wizard of Oz color palette. The blanket had the name Oswin embroidered in gold cursive at the bottom. That was all Oswin had to her name.

Growing up had been difficult. Most of the time she had felt lost. No matter what clothes she wore, what foods she ate, what shows she watched, who she hung out with―she always felt out of place. An enigma with just enough self awareness to sense when something was off, but not knowing why or what. It was a riddle of emotions.

Madame Mim wasn't known for her overwhelming kindness. When it came to Oswin, she tried her best but sometimes she ended up being more harsh than she intended. It led to Oswin storming out of the house every time without fail. On one occasion, Oswin has broken into the Mayor's home. The incident was a classic textbook Goldilocks move. Breakfast had been left on the table, most of it uneaten. One plate cold, one warmer, and a third the hottest. Long story short, she walked in on Mayor Mills entangled with Sheriff Graham upstairs. Since the Mayor's car was in the shop that day, the house had looked vacant. Three days in jail. That's all Oswin got. Three days in jail, a written apology to the Mayor, and a lecture from Ms Mimi. It had felt like a slap on the wrist more than a serious punishment.

Once the curse ended, Oswin still had no idea who she was as a person. Every single person in town seemed to remember some fairytale life, but for Oswin it was white noise in her brain. To make matters worse, she still had no clue who her biological parents could be. None. Not even a hint. It was disheartening to see everyone get back memories, reunite with forgotten loved ones, and return to their former fairytale identities. For her there was hardly a change. It was as if she had carefully been placed in Storybrooke by some devious stranger, inserting her into a story where she wasn't supposed to exist yet. And that wasn't too far from the elusive truth.

Two things did change once the curse broke. Neither of them related to finding her birth parents. The first thing which happened? Madame Mim. Once the woman regained her memories of Camelot and the Enchanted Forest, all chaos broke loose. Madame Mim was an eccentric witch and intended on loudly expressing herself that way. Her powers rivaled Merlin but to call her a villain wouldn't be fair because she wasn't exactly evil. Madame Mim was simply a witch with a questionable reputation. It took Oswin a few days to adjust to the whimsical insanity of the real Ms Mimi. She loved the woman as a mother, with or without the elderly woman's desire to cook out of a cauldron.

The second change was the unbridled urge to howl at the moon. It felt like a switch had been flipped on. The curse had suppressed her wolf since day one, but now there wasn't a barrier anymore. Her first transformation was uneventful yet terrifying. Madame Mim insisted that Oswin wore an enchanted bracelet at all times, just in case she broke out into a transformation. No one knew where Oswin originated from, so it was better to be on the safe side when it came to the discovery of her being a werewolf. When the moon becomes magnetic, there isn't an easy way to stay composed. It felt like a whole new side of herself had woken up overnight. A slight loss of identity rather than a gained sense of self-acceptance.

≿—————— ❈ ——————-　❈　—————— ❈ ——————-≾

Now the twenty-three year old stood in her friend's house, disheveled and hungover, bracing herself for a small lecture. Her drinking and party life had been bad during the curse. It only got worse with time once the curse ended.

"I know what you're going to say," She didn't feel too drunk but her words kept slurring. She stood there, defiant and soaked in rain from the downpour outside. By now the town had been made aware that Oswin's fairytale origin was a mystery. There wasn't a single page in Henry's book which alluded to who Oswin could be or might be related to, which wasn't exactly the easiest fate to accept. It was as if she wasn't supposed to exist even though she'd lived in Storybrooke like every other trapped story book character. It was enough stress to have sparked a binge drinking episode.

[swordsandchakrams]

Gabrielle: "Xena?"

Xena: "Yes, Gabrielle?"

Gabrielle: "Where's my pan flute?"

Xena: "What?"

Gabrielle: "WHERE. IS. MY. PAN. FLUTE."

Xena: "Why do you need it...?"

Gabrielle: "The town square is in danger!"

Xena: "My peace and quiet is in danger!"

[lucy-moderatz]

[catarinaelibeth]

One of the episodes Melissa “Merwolf” Good wrote an episode for season 6 was about them seeing Sappho. It wasn’t produced though, but the script can be found online. I have it bookmarked somewhere. I’ll reblog with it.

[catarinaelibeth]

I’m an idiot… why did I not download it when I had the chance *face palms*

Where I used to read it is now a dead link. I will keep looking, or maybe I will have surprised myself and have it downloaded somewhere, but here’s the Woosh page on it.

IT WAS SUCH A GOOD SCRIPT! It was going to be a musical, and the only reason they didn’t produce it is because they couldn’t get the rights to all of the songs in time. One of the songs was going to be “Last Dance,” and Gabrielle and Xena were singing it to each other. Basically, the premise was that Sappho looks like Gabrielle, and her lover looks like Xena. Also, Aphrodite was in that episode, and her and Gabrielle had a heart to heart about the love she has with Xena. And I’m remembering there being a kiss between Gabrielle and Xena.

[bacchaexv]

Here you go! 

I think it would have been great fun seeing Renee get in on the ‘bizarre inexplicable doppelganger’ thing (Hope doesn’t count, she was family). Also that it would have been pretty much outing them, so that’s a thing. 

(And although they never got to make it in the show, the folks behind the Subtext Virtual Seasons - one of whom is Missy Good - took the idea and adapted it into something else in Season 8.) 

[wayoffriendship]

Thanks to you both! I’m definitely going to treat myself with these later today. :) 

[cylonalyna]

Thank you! ❤

[girl4music]

It was produced by Liz Friedman and Vanessa Place. Enough said.

[swordsandchakrams]

OOC. Knock knock. It's me. Begging, crawling on my knees, and sobbing for attention.

[userlaylivia]

a ship so good it permanently alters your brain chemistry.

[girl4music]

[theredkites]

Heard xena the warrior princess is yuri coded and now i need exam season to wrap up so i can binge watch it all.

[girl4music]

It’s not yuri-coded. It is yuri.

Xena and Gabrielle are canonically in love with each other, it’s just never explicitly stated whether they’re in a romantic relationship or not in the show itself, but the creators have said countless times over that while they never intended it to be a romance between them, they eventually play to that interpretation until it is obvious and they confirm that in behind the scenes footage. It’s annoying that people keep saying they’re not canon.

They are. They just can’t state either their sexuality or the nature of their relationship in the text. It’s subtext.

Queer-coded or yuri-coded is characters that are shipped together but the writing never supports it.

This one is very much supported and validated and that’s because the creators wanted it to be that way.

They just could not do it in the 90’s due to censorship.

Without giving spoilers - I will just say treat it as slow burn because you will eventually get what you want.

While they couldn’t explicitly state it, they do show it.

Xena Warrior Princess - Google Drive

Xena featurettes - Google Drive

[theredkites]

Oh so it’s even better than what i was hoping for, i need these exams to be over ASAP.

[girl4music]

Look at my header and DP.

Yes, it is.

[swordsandchakrams]

In the brush was a woman. Tall, brunette, and clad in brown leather with a blue-eyed stare that seemed to analyze everything about her surroundings. Xena. The Warrior Princess who was both beloved as much as she was feared. This was a woman who had decades of destruction, raids, and the deaths of innocents under her belt.

But that was the old Xena. This new Xena rescued villages and towns from raiders, bandits, curses, and warlords. This new Xena had retired from a life of being a warlord, but wouldn't shy away from a bounty if the reasoning and price were right. This new Xena often traveled with a clumsy bard who had a heart of gold.

Xena and the clumsy bard, Gabrielle, had parted ways for a pre-discussed short amount of time. Gabrielle had gotten home sick. It made the most sense that she take the time to visit her family for a week or two. Xena, on the other hand, was too restless to give up life on the road. She wasn't built to sit still.

Here she was, in the bushes refusing to move a muscle. Her entire body was coiled back like a snake before it strikes. That's how it always starts. Crouched in the bushes, sword in hand at the ready, and a gaze trained on a target. Though, this woman didn't seem like much of a threat. At least not to Xena.

'Hounds? This woman has dogs?' Xena thought to herself, eyes squinting as if she wasn't convinced she was seeing correctly. She noticed horses too.

Xena had heard word of a warlord in the area. Someone with an unfamiliar name and a fresh reputation that also had their hands on a decent army. Four villages had already been leveled and reduced to ash. It wasn't too out of character for the Warrior Princess to offer help to the villages she passed through. Free food and a bed was payment enough.

But this woman didn't look or dress like any warlord Xena had met. From Xena's perspective all she saw was a woman and a animals. What warlord traveled alone with hounds and several horses? Xena stayed silent in the bushes. She was too cautious and wary to make any rash decisions.

Though, it didn't fail to cross her mind that the hounds, if they were trained (Xena had no clue) would pick up her scent and position as the wind changed directions.

[therapardalis]

There was awareness of someone approaching through the trees, the local wildlife taking note, but no urgency or panic. They were used to humans as part of the landscape and didn't pay one more of them much mind - or not so much to make Thera stop doing what she was doing and pay attention.

Not, at least, until one of the hounds suddenly bristled, began leading the others in a flurry of barks. The horses snorted, hooves stamping, attention focused on a patch of underbrush nearby.

Human, the impressions conveyed, but also leather and metal, the scent of armor.

Thera rose to her feet, picking up a blackwood staff on the way, and put herself between the animals and the patch of brush; no matter what the dogs though, she was supposed to be their protector, not the other way around.

She set herself square, not openly aggressive but ready if the other decided to attack.

"If you're here to loot the village, you're too late. They have nothing left." Not completely true, if someone wanted to take their farming tools or the clothes off their backs, but Thera worded it to send any such someone away. She didn't especially want to end up having to defend the villagers (so little, so late) but neither would she just abandon them.

"Better to just leave it and go on your way."

[swordsandchakrams]

Xena hesitated, remaining crouched among the green leaves and half burnt brush. If Gabrielle were here, Xena would insist on creating a distraction so they'd easily escape. She would have left this town alone. Since Gabrielle wasn't here, there wasn't much for the ex-warlord to lose.

Xena felt her body move before her mind could agree. She held up her sword so the woman could see it clearly as she stood up at her full height. The Warrior Princess wasn't exactly petite. Just as slowly as she stood up Xena sheathed her blade. She kept both hands outstretch. Despite her size and muscles, she hoped her behavior looked a little less threatening.

"Relax. I'm not here to loot anyone. I'm here to help." Xena hoped that sounded genuine. "My name is Xena. I've been tracking down the warlord who has been raiding these villages." It wasn't a lie.

Xena offered a small smile, awkward and serious. She didn't dare move an inch. She had created a reputation from her days as a warlord. It wasn't out of the ordinary for someone to assume she was about to fight. She looked the part. She fought like it, too.

"I didn't mean to startle you. I'm just wary. You understand, I'm sure." It was a last ditch effort to convince this woman that she, indeed, was not here to loot the village.

[therapardalis]

[Starter for @swordsandchakrams' Xena (going with the 'new warlord' idea).]

Thera was tending to the hounds. Several had not survived the raid, cut down as they leaped to the defense of masters who had likewise fallen to attackers' blades. The smell of blood and smoke pervaded the village, what was left of it, the wailing of survivors drifting in the air.

Thera tended the hounds. She felt for the people of the village (even if she might pretend she did not), but she was a Guardian, and the four legged creatures were her first concern. The injured dogs, the couple of horses that had been deemed too old and too slow to be stolen with the rest. A small knot of migraine buzzed in the back of her mind, a leftover sense of anguish and fear.

The cries and sobbing rose further as shock faded and grief, true grief, began to set in. One of the dogs shifted closer, leaned against her as she knelt in the dirt, blood under her nails (that, at least, was nothing new). Thera exhaled, scratched lightly behind its ear.

"What say we go find those guys?"

[swordsandchakrams]

In the brush was a woman. Tall, brunette, and clad in brown leather with a blue-eyed stare that seemed to analyze everything about her surroundings. Xena. The Warrior Princess who was both beloved as much as she was feared. This was a woman who had decades of destruction, raids, and the deaths of innocents under her belt.

But that was the old Xena. This new Xena rescued villages and towns from raiders, bandits, curses, and warlords. This new Xena had retired from a life of being a warlord, but wouldn't shy away from a bounty if the reasoning and price were right. This new Xena often traveled with a clumsy bard who had a heart of gold.

Xena and the clumsy bard, Gabrielle, had parted ways for a pre-discussed short amount of time. Gabrielle had gotten home sick. It made the most sense that she take the time to visit her family for a week or two. Xena, on the other hand, was too restless to give up life on the road. She wasn't built to sit still.

Here she was, in the bushes refusing to move a muscle. Her entire body was coiled back like a snake before it strikes. That's how it always starts. Crouched in the bushes, sword in hand at the ready, and a gaze trained on a target. Though, this woman didn't seem like much of a threat. At least not to Xena.

'Hounds? This woman has dogs?' Xena thought to herself, eyes squinting as if she wasn't convinced she was seeing correctly. She noticed horses too.

Xena had heard word of a warlord in the area. Someone with an unfamiliar name and a fresh reputation that also had their hands on a decent army. Four villages had already been leveled and reduced to ash. It wasn't too out of character for the Warrior Princess to offer help to the villages she passed through. Free food and a bed was payment enough.

But this woman didn't look or dress like any warlord Xena had met. From Xena's perspective all she saw was a woman and a animals. What warlord traveled alone with hounds and several horses? Xena stayed silent in the bushes. She was too cautious and wary to make any rash decisions.

Though, it didn't fail to cross her mind that the hounds, if they were trained (Xena had no clue) would pick up her scent and position as the wind changed directions.

[swordsandchakrams]

I am very close to either making my blogs selective af and 80% off-limits to cismen or becoming a strict no-men zone. And I will gladly drop all plots with men to solidify this boundary. Sorry not sorry. Way too many users have been having issues with cismen and minors not following simple instructions and respecting basic boundaries.

If someone says MINORS DO NOT INTERACT then guess what? Anyone under the age of eighteen is not allowed or meant to exist with that content or that space. If a blog says 21+ or 25+ then you HAVE TO respect that boundary.

And CISMEN need to STOP following QUEER SAPPHIC BLOGS who are a no-men zone. Most of us assume you have a fetish. You give us the ick.

[swordsandchakrams]

It's in the middle of the night. Gabrielle and Xena are sleeping near each other on seperate bedrolls as they share a dying fire.

Gabrielle: "XENA!"

Xena, startled awake: "What? Who do I have to fight? Hand me my Chakram!"

Gabrielle: "Relax. We're not under an attack."

Xena: "Gabrielle, care to tell me why you would wake me up?"

Gabrielle: "You were snoring."