Post by Lisa on May 14, 2011 22:31:12 GMT 10
Title: Matters of the Heart, 40 (final)
From Alan to Maura: 19
Rating: PG
Word Count: 335
Pairing: Kel/Maura
Fight: 3/B
Summary: Together at last. Series co-written with Rosie. ♥
Maura,
It seems strange to write to you when I’m sitting in your orchard and you’re less than three feet away from me, but I have a lot to say and I don’t want to wake you. Did you know that you sometimes make kittenish noises when you sleep? And you wrinkle your nose whenever a cool wind blows?
Harvest time is beautiful at Dunlath – every fief has its own sacred wonder, doesn’t it? But I know that the love I have of this particular land is multiplied by my feelings for you. How odd, that I can write that down on a paper that you might keep forever, but I can’t say it to you. But I love you, Maura. And the last year and a half or so of correspondence tested me – my insecurity, my jealousy, the unconditional nature of my affection.
And it is unconditional, I realize. Thinking you loved Kel didn’t make me care any less for you. It didn’t send me into melancholy glooms or fits of rage. Certainly there were moments of weakness, where I worried that we would lose what we have. But we can’t lose that, Maura, because above all, you’ve become a friend.
If you should choose Keladry over me – or any other man or woman – I’m sure I could recover in time. What’s love without loss? Granted, life would be a lot happier for me were that not to happen – I’ll be frank. I wish this war were completely over, and I had my shield and the freedom to go where I pleased. But that will happen one day, and when I’m a knight errant I assure you that there will be more time spent in Dunlath, where we can argue and jest and love to our hearts’ desires.
But now I must wake you, for it’s nearing dinner time, and if Douglass sees the grass stains on your dress and the smile I can’t erase from my face, I’m sure I’ll be thrashed.
Alan.
QC by: greenie
From Alan to Maura: 19
Rating: PG
Word Count: 335
Pairing: Kel/Maura
Fight: 3/B
Summary: Together at last. Series co-written with Rosie. ♥
Maura,
It seems strange to write to you when I’m sitting in your orchard and you’re less than three feet away from me, but I have a lot to say and I don’t want to wake you. Did you know that you sometimes make kittenish noises when you sleep? And you wrinkle your nose whenever a cool wind blows?
Harvest time is beautiful at Dunlath – every fief has its own sacred wonder, doesn’t it? But I know that the love I have of this particular land is multiplied by my feelings for you. How odd, that I can write that down on a paper that you might keep forever, but I can’t say it to you. But I love you, Maura. And the last year and a half or so of correspondence tested me – my insecurity, my jealousy, the unconditional nature of my affection.
And it is unconditional, I realize. Thinking you loved Kel didn’t make me care any less for you. It didn’t send me into melancholy glooms or fits of rage. Certainly there were moments of weakness, where I worried that we would lose what we have. But we can’t lose that, Maura, because above all, you’ve become a friend.
If you should choose Keladry over me – or any other man or woman – I’m sure I could recover in time. What’s love without loss? Granted, life would be a lot happier for me were that not to happen – I’ll be frank. I wish this war were completely over, and I had my shield and the freedom to go where I pleased. But that will happen one day, and when I’m a knight errant I assure you that there will be more time spent in Dunlath, where we can argue and jest and love to our hearts’ desires.
But now I must wake you, for it’s nearing dinner time, and if Douglass sees the grass stains on your dress and the smile I can’t erase from my face, I’m sure I’ll be thrashed.
Alan.
QC by: greenie