Post by goldleaves on Mar 16, 2011 8:26:49 GMT 10
Title: Eventually
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 459 words
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: mentions of death, and angst
It wasn't surprising for him to find her there on the bench underneath the full moon. She was always there - always quiet.
Even though no one else noticed when she slipped away from a ball, he did.
He could feel the faint tingle, a shiver, of the gift ... the sight, a desire just to remain unnoticed. It didn't happen with any of the other mages in the palace, and there were many, only her.
Maybe it wasn't her sight and her gift which was like a beacon to him, perhaps it was just her. The faint smell of honey that clung to her tanned skin, or the just washed smell of her hair. Perhaps it was the confident, but alluring, stride she had or the inviting smile she wore to the world.
Or maybe it was the sad, almost dead eyes that only he could see, the faint drawn lips, the shadows under her eyes which were red from crying.
He knew that it affected her, Nawat's death, it affected all of them. He was sorely missed all over the Copper Isles after his unfortunate death at the hands of a Scanran raider - but he knew that she took it worse.
Why wouldn't she? She his loyal and loving wife, She the mother of his son; Uram.
He could still see, in his nightmares, her face when she was told that she had been widowed, that her precious son had become fatherless - it spoke of complete heartbreak and the shattering of the light that once lived inside her.
And Uram, the boy; all he could do was keep asking about his father.
"Where's Papa?" he would say whenever he could and wasn't busy chasing some of the other children. But every time he said it, his mother just cried once more.
And so Taybur tried, he watched over her, and the boy. He made sure that there was always something to do in order to keep her mind off her grief - at her beset - and when she needed a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear ... he was there for her.
And yet she still went to the bench, alone, at night to cry and to mourn and every night he would follow her and watch over her and eventually when she fell asleep he would carry her back to her rooms and settle her into her large, empty bed.
Hoping that one day, she would trust him enough to not run away to cry. Hoping that eventually she would open her heart and give him a chance, for he loved her with all of his heart.
QC by: greenie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 459 words
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: mentions of death, and angst
It wasn't surprising for him to find her there on the bench underneath the full moon. She was always there - always quiet.
Even though no one else noticed when she slipped away from a ball, he did.
He could feel the faint tingle, a shiver, of the gift ... the sight, a desire just to remain unnoticed. It didn't happen with any of the other mages in the palace, and there were many, only her.
Maybe it wasn't her sight and her gift which was like a beacon to him, perhaps it was just her. The faint smell of honey that clung to her tanned skin, or the just washed smell of her hair. Perhaps it was the confident, but alluring, stride she had or the inviting smile she wore to the world.
Or maybe it was the sad, almost dead eyes that only he could see, the faint drawn lips, the shadows under her eyes which were red from crying.
He knew that it affected her, Nawat's death, it affected all of them. He was sorely missed all over the Copper Isles after his unfortunate death at the hands of a Scanran raider - but he knew that she took it worse.
Why wouldn't she? She his loyal and loving wife, She the mother of his son; Uram.
He could still see, in his nightmares, her face when she was told that she had been widowed, that her precious son had become fatherless - it spoke of complete heartbreak and the shattering of the light that once lived inside her.
And Uram, the boy; all he could do was keep asking about his father.
"Where's Papa?" he would say whenever he could and wasn't busy chasing some of the other children. But every time he said it, his mother just cried once more.
And so Taybur tried, he watched over her, and the boy. He made sure that there was always something to do in order to keep her mind off her grief - at her beset - and when she needed a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear ... he was there for her.
And yet she still went to the bench, alone, at night to cry and to mourn and every night he would follow her and watch over her and eventually when she fell asleep he would carry her back to her rooms and settle her into her large, empty bed.
Hoping that one day, she would trust him enough to not run away to cry. Hoping that eventually she would open her heart and give him a chance, for he loved her with all of his heart.
QC by: greenie