Post by Minuit on Feb 5, 2010 13:03:37 GMT 10
Title: Love hurts
Rating: G
Length: 345 words
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Vivenne is torn between being hurt and still loving her husband.
A/N: this might become part of a prequel for my "Curious Arrangement" fic. I'm not sure if I'm happy with the way I've captured Vivenne's voice. I might change it up for the proper prequel.
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She didn’t know which hurt more, the knowledge that her husband was in love with another woman, or that he was far too honourable to ever do something about it – suffering instead in silence.
Vivenne ran her slim fingers across Wyldon’s cheek, studying him as he slept. Some thought Wyldon cold and unfeeling, because he was stoic and was always in control of his emotions. But in the many years that they’d been married, she had learnt to read the tiniest of expressions on his face.
She’d watched them together, Wyldon and Keladry, commander and lady knight. She’d seen the way his eyes softened when he looked at her, and how his voice grew lower when he spoke to her. She’d studied the way he carefully avoided being too close to her when they were alone – keeping shy of arms’ reach. She’d noticed the slight hesitation before he touched her – as if he always had to hold himself back. But most importantly, she’d watched the way he relaxed when he trained with her – as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Then, at that completely unguarded moment, his eyes consumed her – filled with a heat and excitement that had nothing to do with swordcraft or tilting.
Yes. Wyldon loved Keladry. It would be easier if she could blame the lady knight. But she’d watched her too. Keladry hadn’t done anything in pursuit of Wyldon’s love. This love, this was the Gods’ will, freely granted and unconditional. But Wyldon was too honourable by far to act on this love and betray Vivenne. So he hurt, and endured it the way he always did, stoically and in silence.
It wouldn’t be so hard if Vivenne didn’t love him still. It hurt her to see him suffering – to know that his duty and his honour were making him unhappy. He couldn’t do anything about it. Nothing will change – unless, of course, she did something about it for him. Smiling a secret smile, she laid her head back down on his shoulder, and made her plans.
Rating: G
Length: 345 words
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Vivenne is torn between being hurt and still loving her husband.
A/N: this might become part of a prequel for my "Curious Arrangement" fic. I'm not sure if I'm happy with the way I've captured Vivenne's voice. I might change it up for the proper prequel.
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She didn’t know which hurt more, the knowledge that her husband was in love with another woman, or that he was far too honourable to ever do something about it – suffering instead in silence.
Vivenne ran her slim fingers across Wyldon’s cheek, studying him as he slept. Some thought Wyldon cold and unfeeling, because he was stoic and was always in control of his emotions. But in the many years that they’d been married, she had learnt to read the tiniest of expressions on his face.
She’d watched them together, Wyldon and Keladry, commander and lady knight. She’d seen the way his eyes softened when he looked at her, and how his voice grew lower when he spoke to her. She’d studied the way he carefully avoided being too close to her when they were alone – keeping shy of arms’ reach. She’d noticed the slight hesitation before he touched her – as if he always had to hold himself back. But most importantly, she’d watched the way he relaxed when he trained with her – as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Then, at that completely unguarded moment, his eyes consumed her – filled with a heat and excitement that had nothing to do with swordcraft or tilting.
Yes. Wyldon loved Keladry. It would be easier if she could blame the lady knight. But she’d watched her too. Keladry hadn’t done anything in pursuit of Wyldon’s love. This love, this was the Gods’ will, freely granted and unconditional. But Wyldon was too honourable by far to act on this love and betray Vivenne. So he hurt, and endured it the way he always did, stoically and in silence.
It wouldn’t be so hard if Vivenne didn’t love him still. It hurt her to see him suffering – to know that his duty and his honour were making him unhappy. He couldn’t do anything about it. Nothing will change – unless, of course, she did something about it for him. Smiling a secret smile, she laid her head back down on his shoulder, and made her plans.
Great fic!