Post by Kris11 on Mar 19, 2011 15:12:07 GMT 10
Title: Junai
Rating: G
Word Count: 264
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Taybur and Aly talk at the funerals after the revolution.
Aly managed to keep her emotions in control until they lowered Junai’s casket into the ground. She had been holding Nawat’s hand tightly for the ceremony, but when she felt her control slipping she gave his hand a light squeeze to get his attention and slipped away from the crowd.
Getting around the corner before her tears came, she leaned against the stone archway and cried. Junai had been one of her pack, her guard and her friend and after hours of burying those she had come to love, she couldn’t hold onto the control she had been grasping at all day.
She sniffed and tried to wipe her eyes and nose. A handkerchief was thrust under her nose. She looked up and met Taybur Sibigat’s gaze.
“It’s been a hard day,” he said. The words didn’t convey the emotion she heard in his voice.
“I just.... It was worth it. I know they died for something they believed in, but I don’t see how I can honour them for that. They lost everything so we could stand here.”
Aly looked around the Grey Palace grounds, wiping her cheek again.
Taybur nodded. “My father had a friend when he was in the army who threw himself in front of an arrow to save my father’s life.... His name was Taybin.” Aly looked at him quizzically. “It’s bad luck to name a child after someone else,” he explained, “So we honour people by naming them something close to our friend’s name.”
Aly nodded and smiled. “Thank you, Taybur.”
They walked back to the gravesite together.
QC by: greenie
Rating: G
Word Count: 264
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Taybur and Aly talk at the funerals after the revolution.
Aly managed to keep her emotions in control until they lowered Junai’s casket into the ground. She had been holding Nawat’s hand tightly for the ceremony, but when she felt her control slipping she gave his hand a light squeeze to get his attention and slipped away from the crowd.
Getting around the corner before her tears came, she leaned against the stone archway and cried. Junai had been one of her pack, her guard and her friend and after hours of burying those she had come to love, she couldn’t hold onto the control she had been grasping at all day.
She sniffed and tried to wipe her eyes and nose. A handkerchief was thrust under her nose. She looked up and met Taybur Sibigat’s gaze.
“It’s been a hard day,” he said. The words didn’t convey the emotion she heard in his voice.
“I just.... It was worth it. I know they died for something they believed in, but I don’t see how I can honour them for that. They lost everything so we could stand here.”
Aly looked around the Grey Palace grounds, wiping her cheek again.
Taybur nodded. “My father had a friend when he was in the army who threw himself in front of an arrow to save my father’s life.... His name was Taybin.” Aly looked at him quizzically. “It’s bad luck to name a child after someone else,” he explained, “So we honour people by naming them something close to our friend’s name.”
Aly nodded and smiled. “Thank you, Taybur.”
They walked back to the gravesite together.
QC by: greenie