Post by wordy on Aug 29, 2010 21:34:48 GMT 10
Title: Scar Tissue
Rating: PG
Prompt: #13 Once Upon A Time
Summary: “Why are you here?” he asked briskly. Why now, after two years of nothing?
A/N: For Joa, though probably not quite what you were expecting.
But I promise more slashy goodness in the future!
It had been two years. Faleron couldn't really say he'd been waiting, but when he felt the other young man come up beside him and lean on the parapet, looking out across the city, something inside his chest seemed to loosen.
"The Royal Progress leaves in ten days," said Zahir, as if in explanation. It did explain why he had chosen to return now, Faleron thought. The king would want to keep people he could trust close to him, and Zahir had been his squire. It was smart, something Faleron would do as well, but it still stung to know that Zahir would return for his king, but not for him.
His face must have said as much, for the other man sighed and moved closer. Faleron turned his head away. The cool air cut a path straight into his lungs, and he licked his cracked lips, trying to sooth them against the icy wind. He heard Zahir sigh again, which only fed his irritation. “Why are you here?” he asked briskly. Why now, after two years of nothing?
Zahir looked equally irritated. “I suppose I was foolish enough to think that-”
“What? That we could just pick up where we left off?” said Faleron.
“I had no intention of suggesting such a thing,” said the other man, scowling. “But I did expect – want – something.”
Faleron looked down at his gloved hands, considering. Two years. He had left without a word, left whatever it was that they had had. As much as he had missed his friendship with Zahir, he wasn’t sure that he could build it up again. Not after that.
“I just came here, wanting something I could come home to,” said Zahir. After the Progress was over, added Faleron.
He thought about it for a moment, really thought about it. But he had already decided. He had probably decided two years ago. “You had something to come home to,” he said finally, pushing away from the parapet and looking Zahir in the eye. And then he walked away.
Rating: PG
Prompt: #13 Once Upon A Time
Summary: “Why are you here?” he asked briskly. Why now, after two years of nothing?
A/N: For Joa, though probably not quite what you were expecting.
But I promise more slashy goodness in the future!It had been two years. Faleron couldn't really say he'd been waiting, but when he felt the other young man come up beside him and lean on the parapet, looking out across the city, something inside his chest seemed to loosen.
"The Royal Progress leaves in ten days," said Zahir, as if in explanation. It did explain why he had chosen to return now, Faleron thought. The king would want to keep people he could trust close to him, and Zahir had been his squire. It was smart, something Faleron would do as well, but it still stung to know that Zahir would return for his king, but not for him.
His face must have said as much, for the other man sighed and moved closer. Faleron turned his head away. The cool air cut a path straight into his lungs, and he licked his cracked lips, trying to sooth them against the icy wind. He heard Zahir sigh again, which only fed his irritation. “Why are you here?” he asked briskly. Why now, after two years of nothing?
Zahir looked equally irritated. “I suppose I was foolish enough to think that-”
“What? That we could just pick up where we left off?” said Faleron.
“I had no intention of suggesting such a thing,” said the other man, scowling. “But I did expect – want – something.”
Faleron looked down at his gloved hands, considering. Two years. He had left without a word, left whatever it was that they had had. As much as he had missed his friendship with Zahir, he wasn’t sure that he could build it up again. Not after that.
“I just came here, wanting something I could come home to,” said Zahir. After the Progress was over, added Faleron.
He thought about it for a moment, really thought about it. But he had already decided. He had probably decided two years ago. “You had something to come home to,” he said finally, pushing away from the parapet and looking Zahir in the eye. And then he walked away.
And I have to agree, there's something very intriguing aboyt Fal and Zahir not quite working out. I didn't intend for this to turn out the way it did, but somehow it just seemed to fit. *shrugs*
