Post by Kris11 on Mar 16, 2011 16:03:14 GMT 10
Title: Most of the Time
Rating: PG
Word Count: 288
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Time passes, and they could almost pretend it had never been.
And so it’s just like you said it should be. We’ll both forget the breeze... most of the time. The Blower’s Daughter, Damien Rice.
She saw him from across the room, but, then, how could she not? She was always wary when guarding her queen, and he was difficult to miss with his height and build. Aly told herself that was the only reason and ignored the ache she felt that told her she missed him.
It was better this way, truly.
He saw her note his entrance to the hall and just as quickly return to scanning the room for dangers and told himself that the pain in his chest was nothing, and surely not over the fact that she had forgotten him so quickly.
It wasn’t that Taybur wanted her to pine after what he had ended; he wasn’t as selfish as that. But when he spent nights pacing the corridors and his days playing over their every moment together, the fact that her gaze hadn’t even lingered cut worse than he wanted to admit.
But soon, Taybur was able to sleep through the night and spend time thinking of something other than the look in her eyes when she was with him. And soon, Aly found the rhythm of her new life with her husband and children and weeks would pass without her thinking of how he had been waiting just inside his door to pull her into an embrace.
And if, when it happened that they passed each other in the corridors or met together in a meeting to report to Dove, that their gazes lingered too long or flicked away too quickly, no one noticed. And they found little time to regret what they had most definitely lost, but perhaps should never have had in the first place.
(But that doesn’t make it hurt less, does it?)
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 288
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Time passes, and they could almost pretend it had never been.
And so it’s just like you said it should be. We’ll both forget the breeze... most of the time. The Blower’s Daughter, Damien Rice.
She saw him from across the room, but, then, how could she not? She was always wary when guarding her queen, and he was difficult to miss with his height and build. Aly told herself that was the only reason and ignored the ache she felt that told her she missed him.
It was better this way, truly.
He saw her note his entrance to the hall and just as quickly return to scanning the room for dangers and told himself that the pain in his chest was nothing, and surely not over the fact that she had forgotten him so quickly.
It wasn’t that Taybur wanted her to pine after what he had ended; he wasn’t as selfish as that. But when he spent nights pacing the corridors and his days playing over their every moment together, the fact that her gaze hadn’t even lingered cut worse than he wanted to admit.
But soon, Taybur was able to sleep through the night and spend time thinking of something other than the look in her eyes when she was with him. And soon, Aly found the rhythm of her new life with her husband and children and weeks would pass without her thinking of how he had been waiting just inside his door to pull her into an embrace.
And if, when it happened that they passed each other in the corridors or met together in a meeting to report to Dove, that their gazes lingered too long or flicked away too quickly, no one noticed. And they found little time to regret what they had most definitely lost, but perhaps should never have had in the first place.
(But that doesn’t make it hurt less, does it?)
QC by: journeycat