Post by wordy on Jul 10, 2012 11:48:54 GMT 10
Title: time and time apart
Rating: G
Prompt: #72 All in a day's work
Summary: His position as training master is rewarding, but no boy became a knight in one day.
"I'm sorry, dear," said Roanna, clutching her hands together. "I have to go home."
The news was not unexpected, yet Gareth felt the barb harder than he had anticipated. He smiled at his wife, taking her hands in his. "I understand. Of course." Naxen would be far better for her health than Corus.
"You must be home for the birth, Gareth."
"I will," he promised.
She turned, then, and crossed to where her belongings were spread about, ready to be packed. The globe of her stomach did not seem to inconvenience her movements, but she moved carefully.
When she turned back to him, she held something in her hands.
"A gift," she murmured, looking down at the bundle. "I know I shouldn't have, but the thought of you here, alone..."
The material, when he unfolded it, was a dark rose colour, not unlike his Gift. A brocade robe. It felt soft in his hands, and warm.
"It is I who should be giving this to you," he said. "You will be just as lonely, at Naxen."
Roanna smiled, and stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, her belly pressing against him. "Then we shall be alone, together. And when you wear this, remember me."
Rating: G
Prompt: #72 All in a day's work
Summary: His position as training master is rewarding, but no boy became a knight in one day.
"I'm sorry, dear," said Roanna, clutching her hands together. "I have to go home."
The news was not unexpected, yet Gareth felt the barb harder than he had anticipated. He smiled at his wife, taking her hands in his. "I understand. Of course." Naxen would be far better for her health than Corus.
"You must be home for the birth, Gareth."
"I will," he promised.
She turned, then, and crossed to where her belongings were spread about, ready to be packed. The globe of her stomach did not seem to inconvenience her movements, but she moved carefully.
When she turned back to him, she held something in her hands.
"A gift," she murmured, looking down at the bundle. "I know I shouldn't have, but the thought of you here, alone..."
The material, when he unfolded it, was a dark rose colour, not unlike his Gift. A brocade robe. It felt soft in his hands, and warm.
"It is I who should be giving this to you," he said. "You will be just as lonely, at Naxen."
Roanna smiled, and stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, her belly pressing against him. "Then we shall be alone, together. And when you wear this, remember me."
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!