Post by wordy on Oct 18, 2011 12:44:54 GMT 10
Title: Finding Out Love Is Blind
Rating: PG
Prompt: #53 Crooked Hearts
Summary: Flyndan has conflicted feelings about a woman.
A/N: Yeah, I don't even know. But this is totally my new head!canon for Flyndan.
Flyndan had always found it difficult to hide his emotions. To hold back his anger or his tears. His parents had both been kind and loving, Black God rest their souls, but growing up with rowdy siblings had taught him a thing or two about feelings. And then there was the Own. He had learned how to hold everything in.
He pulled on his breeches, back turned to the woman on the bed. Her eyes were on his back. He could feel it.
"You don't have to leave," came her voice from behind him, soft and lilting. Reaching for his shirt, he imagined the look in her eyes, the fall of dark hair across her shoulders. Pictured her smoothing the white sheets down under her hand, waiting.
He could already feel the tension returning to his shoulders.
She was a whore, he reminded himself. The word still stung, even in his head. But it was the truth.
He had tried so long to avoid it. Love. This wasn't love; it was a farce. She probably told countless men the same things that she whispered against his ear.
His hands were steady as he put on his jacket, then his belt and dagger. He smoothed back his hair. The silence coming from behind him was unbearably loud.
It wasn't shame or guilt that ate at him. Love was more stupid than that. Of course he would be stupid enough to fall in love with a whore.
He thought about leaving without looking back. Walking out the door should have been easy, yet he found that he couldn't make himself take the first step. Instead, he turned and walked back to the bed. She lifted her head as he approached, her mouth a thin line. He pressed a kiss against the back of her hand, the scent of her light perfume filling his senses; for a brief moment, her fingers clenched around his, and then he released her hand and left, her touch still making his hand tingle.
And even if it was stupid of him, he knew he would be back.
Rating: PG
Prompt: #53 Crooked Hearts
Summary: Flyndan has conflicted feelings about a woman.
A/N: Yeah, I don't even know. But this is totally my new head!canon for Flyndan.
Flyndan had always found it difficult to hide his emotions. To hold back his anger or his tears. His parents had both been kind and loving, Black God rest their souls, but growing up with rowdy siblings had taught him a thing or two about feelings. And then there was the Own. He had learned how to hold everything in.
He pulled on his breeches, back turned to the woman on the bed. Her eyes were on his back. He could feel it.
"You don't have to leave," came her voice from behind him, soft and lilting. Reaching for his shirt, he imagined the look in her eyes, the fall of dark hair across her shoulders. Pictured her smoothing the white sheets down under her hand, waiting.
He could already feel the tension returning to his shoulders.
She was a whore, he reminded himself. The word still stung, even in his head. But it was the truth.
He had tried so long to avoid it. Love. This wasn't love; it was a farce. She probably told countless men the same things that she whispered against his ear.
His hands were steady as he put on his jacket, then his belt and dagger. He smoothed back his hair. The silence coming from behind him was unbearably loud.
It wasn't shame or guilt that ate at him. Love was more stupid than that. Of course he would be stupid enough to fall in love with a whore.
He thought about leaving without looking back. Walking out the door should have been easy, yet he found that he couldn't make himself take the first step. Instead, he turned and walked back to the bed. She lifted her head as he approached, her mouth a thin line. He pressed a kiss against the back of her hand, the scent of her light perfume filling his senses; for a brief moment, her fingers clenched around his, and then he released her hand and left, her touch still making his hand tingle.
And even if it was stupid of him, he knew he would be back.