Post by Kris11 on Mar 17, 2011 12:37:01 GMT 10
Title: Surprising Conversations
Rating: G
Word Count: 574
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Fight/Round: 1/D
Summary: Aly comes to Taybur with some surprising news.
Even a smile would do for now, ‘cause I’m all alone again. Grey Room, Damien Rice.
Taybur sat alone. He usually did, now, in the chaos of the days following the rebellion’s defeat of the Rittevon line. He wasn’t sure if it was active dislike on the part of many of them. More likely, the uncertainty of a country still rumbling from its civil war had infected all of them in the Grey Palace, and no one was certain what he represented or what would be done with the Captain of the King’s guard who had stood aside to let the raka army pass.
He was not one of Dove’s people, not really; his alliance to the Rittevon crown was too fresh and too newly swapped for them to accept him. But the luarin nobles would not forgive him, and they looked at him with more outright hatred than they directed towards the people who had fought for Dovasary.
And why not? They, at least, had chosen a side and stuck to it. He had sworn to be loyal to one, and switched that loyalty to another, and he didn’t think they would forgive him that.
“You are looking much too glum for such a beautiful day.”
He had noted her arrival only seconds before she spoke, that was how silently she moved. He turned and looked up from his seat on the bench to smile at the grinning face of Aly Homewood.
“It is August; the warm weather will not last long.”
“Yes, but winter is not here yet,” she replied with her usual bright cheerfulness. “We can still appreciate the day while it lasts.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think even winter could dampen your spirits.”
“Probably not,” she agreed, flopping down onto the bench with a surprising lack of grace, considering how fluid she could be. He eyed her, wondering what role she was playing and to what purpose. “Another meeting with the luarin nobles may, though. We’re meeting with those we captured.”
“Ah,” he said, enlightened. “And are they staring down their noses, pretending their cells are private palaces?”
Aly laughed. “Exactly the description I would use.” She shrugged. “For some of them, anyway,” she amended. “A surprising amount have agreed to Dove’s terms and accepted the blood oath.”
Taybur turned away from that topic. “What else are they discussing?”
“You.” Taybur turned to study her profile; she waved at a servant passing by and continued without looking at him. “Oh, not with the luarin nobles; I’ve gotten confused.” Taybur snorted at the outright lie, but the dread didn’t leave his gut. “Her advisors want Dove to bind you with a blood oath. She refused. She said that she will trust you.”
Taybur stared at her. “Why?” he asked, the question ripped from him in honest surprise.
She turned those hazel eyes on him, then. “Because you lost as much as anyone,” Aly said, gently.
He shook his head, surprising himself with his stubbornness. “That’s no reason to trust someone. She doesn’t even know me.”
Aly smiled. “No, but I do, and I trust you, Taybur Sibigat." Before he could think of a way to express the gratitude he felt she said, "So don’t prove me wrong. I don’t think my reputation could stand the stain.”
He laughed outright at that as she jumped up from the bench and walked back towards the palace doors.
“Don’t stay out here all day, Captain!” she called over her shoulder.
No, Taybur thought. There is much to do. But he took a moment to enjoy the warm weather before he followed Aly inside.
QC by: greenie
Rating: G
Word Count: 574
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Fight/Round: 1/D
Summary: Aly comes to Taybur with some surprising news.
Even a smile would do for now, ‘cause I’m all alone again. Grey Room, Damien Rice.
Taybur sat alone. He usually did, now, in the chaos of the days following the rebellion’s defeat of the Rittevon line. He wasn’t sure if it was active dislike on the part of many of them. More likely, the uncertainty of a country still rumbling from its civil war had infected all of them in the Grey Palace, and no one was certain what he represented or what would be done with the Captain of the King’s guard who had stood aside to let the raka army pass.
He was not one of Dove’s people, not really; his alliance to the Rittevon crown was too fresh and too newly swapped for them to accept him. But the luarin nobles would not forgive him, and they looked at him with more outright hatred than they directed towards the people who had fought for Dovasary.
And why not? They, at least, had chosen a side and stuck to it. He had sworn to be loyal to one, and switched that loyalty to another, and he didn’t think they would forgive him that.
“You are looking much too glum for such a beautiful day.”
He had noted her arrival only seconds before she spoke, that was how silently she moved. He turned and looked up from his seat on the bench to smile at the grinning face of Aly Homewood.
“It is August; the warm weather will not last long.”
“Yes, but winter is not here yet,” she replied with her usual bright cheerfulness. “We can still appreciate the day while it lasts.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think even winter could dampen your spirits.”
“Probably not,” she agreed, flopping down onto the bench with a surprising lack of grace, considering how fluid she could be. He eyed her, wondering what role she was playing and to what purpose. “Another meeting with the luarin nobles may, though. We’re meeting with those we captured.”
“Ah,” he said, enlightened. “And are they staring down their noses, pretending their cells are private palaces?”
Aly laughed. “Exactly the description I would use.” She shrugged. “For some of them, anyway,” she amended. “A surprising amount have agreed to Dove’s terms and accepted the blood oath.”
Taybur turned away from that topic. “What else are they discussing?”
“You.” Taybur turned to study her profile; she waved at a servant passing by and continued without looking at him. “Oh, not with the luarin nobles; I’ve gotten confused.” Taybur snorted at the outright lie, but the dread didn’t leave his gut. “Her advisors want Dove to bind you with a blood oath. She refused. She said that she will trust you.”
Taybur stared at her. “Why?” he asked, the question ripped from him in honest surprise.
She turned those hazel eyes on him, then. “Because you lost as much as anyone,” Aly said, gently.
He shook his head, surprising himself with his stubbornness. “That’s no reason to trust someone. She doesn’t even know me.”
Aly smiled. “No, but I do, and I trust you, Taybur Sibigat." Before he could think of a way to express the gratitude he felt she said, "So don’t prove me wrong. I don’t think my reputation could stand the stain.”
He laughed outright at that as she jumped up from the bench and walked back towards the palace doors.
“Don’t stay out here all day, Captain!” she called over her shoulder.
No, Taybur thought. There is much to do. But he took a moment to enjoy the warm weather before he followed Aly inside.
QC by: greenie