Post by Kris11 on Mar 16, 2011 15:54:05 GMT 10
Title: Lie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 240
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Taybur paces.
Tell me if you want me to lie, but this has got to die. I said this has got to stop. Elephant, Damien Rice.
Taybur paced in the darkness of his room, trying to calm his racing thoughts with movement. Perhaps, if walked long enough he could forget the restless thoughts that kept him awake.
Running his fingers roughly through his hair, he knew it was unlikely that he would sleep tonight. Again.
Taybur had always thought himself an honourable man. Even after all the court but those in the conspiracy shunned him for standing aside and letting the rebels enter the Grey Palace when he had been charged with the protection of Imajane and Rubinyan, he had known that what he had done was right. He had done everything in his power to protect King Dunevon, he had served Queen Dove faithfully, and he would put the best interest of the Isles before his own every time, until he died.
He couldn’t reconcile that person with the man who, just moments ago, finished dressing and opened the door for a married woman to slip out of his room and into the corridor.
And that was why it had to stop, he knew that.
But I love her, he thought.
He had always been honest at least to himself, even when the cesspit that was the Rittevon court had forced him to lie to others. She was Nawat’s wife. She was the mother of Nawat’s children. And Taybur knew that, yes, he loved her, but she could never be his.
He had always thought of himself as an honourable man.
He would pace until the sun had broken the horizon.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 240
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Taybur paces.
Tell me if you want me to lie, but this has got to die. I said this has got to stop. Elephant, Damien Rice.
Taybur paced in the darkness of his room, trying to calm his racing thoughts with movement. Perhaps, if walked long enough he could forget the restless thoughts that kept him awake.
Running his fingers roughly through his hair, he knew it was unlikely that he would sleep tonight. Again.
Taybur had always thought himself an honourable man. Even after all the court but those in the conspiracy shunned him for standing aside and letting the rebels enter the Grey Palace when he had been charged with the protection of Imajane and Rubinyan, he had known that what he had done was right. He had done everything in his power to protect King Dunevon, he had served Queen Dove faithfully, and he would put the best interest of the Isles before his own every time, until he died.
He couldn’t reconcile that person with the man who, just moments ago, finished dressing and opened the door for a married woman to slip out of his room and into the corridor.
And that was why it had to stop, he knew that.
But I love her, he thought.
He had always been honest at least to himself, even when the cesspit that was the Rittevon court had forced him to lie to others. She was Nawat’s wife. She was the mother of Nawat’s children. And Taybur knew that, yes, he loved her, but she could never be his.
He had always thought of himself as an honourable man.
He would pace until the sun had broken the horizon.
QC by: journeycat