Post by Kris11 on Mar 16, 2011 15:58:23 GMT 10
Title: Why
Rating: PG
Word Count: 287
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Aly knows right away that something is different between them.
Why’d you fill my sorrow with the words you borrowed from the only place that you know? And why’d you sing hallelujah if it means nothing to ya? Why’d you sing with me at all? Delicate, Damien Rice.
She slipped around the corner with one quick look back, to make sure no one had noticed her passage and followed after her. It would have to be Kyprioth’s doing to grant her the bad luck that would lead to someone following after her into this meeting.
Turning down another dark passage, she opened the correct door and walked inside. As soon as the door was shut behind her, he was there. She reached out to him as his arms circled her waist and she felt herself lifted up against his chest. Throwing her arms around his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist, Aly clung to Taybur as if she had been drowning.
It took a moment for the overwhelming joy of their embrace to pass enough that Aly sensed a difference in the way he held her. His arms were always strong, but this time he clung to her. His kisses were always passionate, but tonight they had the edge of desperation. He had the feel of someone who was saying goodbye.
Aly pulled away from him, adjusting her Sight so she could see through the darkness.
“What is it?” Aly asked, pulling further away, suddenly awkward, though they had been much closer than this in the past few months. She felt Taybur sigh and then he was setting her on the ground and took one step back from her. The distance between them because of that tiny movement seemed suddenly insurmountable.
She crossed her arms over her chest. Part of her mind began to wail, already aware of what was coming, but she shut it out until his hoarsely whispered words brought her world down around her.
“Aly, I can’t do this anymore.”
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 287
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Aly knows right away that something is different between them.
Why’d you fill my sorrow with the words you borrowed from the only place that you know? And why’d you sing hallelujah if it means nothing to ya? Why’d you sing with me at all? Delicate, Damien Rice.
She slipped around the corner with one quick look back, to make sure no one had noticed her passage and followed after her. It would have to be Kyprioth’s doing to grant her the bad luck that would lead to someone following after her into this meeting.
Turning down another dark passage, she opened the correct door and walked inside. As soon as the door was shut behind her, he was there. She reached out to him as his arms circled her waist and she felt herself lifted up against his chest. Throwing her arms around his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist, Aly clung to Taybur as if she had been drowning.
It took a moment for the overwhelming joy of their embrace to pass enough that Aly sensed a difference in the way he held her. His arms were always strong, but this time he clung to her. His kisses were always passionate, but tonight they had the edge of desperation. He had the feel of someone who was saying goodbye.
Aly pulled away from him, adjusting her Sight so she could see through the darkness.
“What is it?” Aly asked, pulling further away, suddenly awkward, though they had been much closer than this in the past few months. She felt Taybur sigh and then he was setting her on the ground and took one step back from her. The distance between them because of that tiny movement seemed suddenly insurmountable.
She crossed her arms over her chest. Part of her mind began to wail, already aware of what was coming, but she shut it out until his hoarsely whispered words brought her world down around her.
“Aly, I can’t do this anymore.”
QC by: journeycat