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Post by wordy on Dec 9, 2009 11:16:20 GMT 10
Title: Duty Rating (and Warnings): G Prompt: #5 Luck Summary: He leaves for war. Finally, his chance has come.
Flags unfurl behind them, the harsh winter wind whipping them about noisily. A light layer of snow had already fallen that morning, and conditions were only bound to get worse. The men were anxious, their horses even more so. She turned away from the awful sight.
"Everything will be fine," he murmured soothingly, taking her hand in his. She nodded, wanting to be strong for him. He looked so handsome in the Conté colours. She drew closer to him and he took her in his arms. She held him tightly, trying to communicate all those words they had never had the chance to say to each other, everything she felt for this wonderful man. She didn't want to let go.
"But why?" she wept suddenly, grabbing hold of his tunic. "Why now? Midwinter is for family, you shouldn't be going, not now."
He looked away, and she knew. It was his duty. It always was for him. Sometimes, she had thought that it was even more important to him than she was. But now she knew.
"Good luck," she whispered.
He kissed her cheek, a second too long. She could feel the people around them glance at the two of them curiously, but that didn't matter. She could feel all of his anxieties, all of his fear, in that single kiss.
He didn't look back when he led the army forward. His back was straight, his head held high. She wiped away a tear and turned away. She knew, somehow, that it was the last time she would ever see Liam of Conté.
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Post by greenie on Dec 9, 2009 11:19:44 GMT 10
*sadness* You write this so well!
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Post by wordy on Dec 9, 2009 11:23:51 GMT 10
Thanks! I thought Liam needed some love, but it didn't turn out so well for him
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Minuit
Knight
Helping George out of the Closet
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Post by Minuit on Dec 9, 2009 22:39:08 GMT 10
Aww, this is so sad but so beautiful.
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Post by ubiquitous on Dec 10, 2009 19:23:24 GMT 10
Aww, so sad. Wonderful fic!
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