Post by aurorax on Apr 21, 2011 18:07:04 GMT 10
Title: Borders
Rating: PG
Word Count: 437
Pairing: Dom/Evin
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Evin wants to follow. But he has orders to follow and men to command, so all he can do is pray.
If he closes his eyes he can almost make out the light of the funeral pyres, small tongues of flame burning so brightly that even the stars cannot compare. It’s an image etched into his mind so deeply that it feels real--as if he can actually see across the miles and mountains that stretch between them, into the depths of the Scanran wilderness. There is no line, no indication, just unbroken forest from here to the Vassa; but it’s an impenetrable distance all the same.
Evin never cared about borders before. He never cared where what was theirs became what was ours; though he sometimes thought that there should be a wall at least, just to make it less confusing for everyone.
But then Dom crossed the border. Kel was enough to make him gamble everything, if the rumors were true. Evin knew Dom would say that every day was a gamble, fighting a war like this. He would say that it was right, that Kel was worth it, that he would rather die than betray a friend and that this way he might even get a good swing or two at King Maggot before the end.
Kel was enough to make Dom leave. But what about his friends at home, the ones he left behind? It wasn’t the orders that held Evin back. He would commit treason a thousand times over, along with all the other fools on that suicide mission. Not for the girl he barely knew, though he had hoped for the chance to study her further, to see what it was about her that made formerly sensible men volunteer for certain death. No, Evin would go for the man who followed her, the one who would never know. He would go for the friend that he wouldn’t have found the words to ask to stay, even if he had gotten the chance.
But Evin is a commander, and dozens of soldiers depend on his decisions. The threat of their deaths is stronger than that of Traitor’s Hill, just strong enough to keep him from saddling his horse and riding straight through the forest, across the line that isn’t really a line, into enemy country.
Instead, he closes his eyes and turns his face towards the northern breeze, wishing on the stars that he can’t see. He prays that the fires in his mind are fueled by enemy flesh. And though he knows that he shouldn’t, he prays that his prayer is stronger than her calling, strong enough to weave through the trees and ford the Vassa and bring Dom back home once more.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 437
Pairing: Dom/Evin
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: Evin wants to follow. But he has orders to follow and men to command, so all he can do is pray.
If he closes his eyes he can almost make out the light of the funeral pyres, small tongues of flame burning so brightly that even the stars cannot compare. It’s an image etched into his mind so deeply that it feels real--as if he can actually see across the miles and mountains that stretch between them, into the depths of the Scanran wilderness. There is no line, no indication, just unbroken forest from here to the Vassa; but it’s an impenetrable distance all the same.
Evin never cared about borders before. He never cared where what was theirs became what was ours; though he sometimes thought that there should be a wall at least, just to make it less confusing for everyone.
But then Dom crossed the border. Kel was enough to make him gamble everything, if the rumors were true. Evin knew Dom would say that every day was a gamble, fighting a war like this. He would say that it was right, that Kel was worth it, that he would rather die than betray a friend and that this way he might even get a good swing or two at King Maggot before the end.
Kel was enough to make Dom leave. But what about his friends at home, the ones he left behind? It wasn’t the orders that held Evin back. He would commit treason a thousand times over, along with all the other fools on that suicide mission. Not for the girl he barely knew, though he had hoped for the chance to study her further, to see what it was about her that made formerly sensible men volunteer for certain death. No, Evin would go for the man who followed her, the one who would never know. He would go for the friend that he wouldn’t have found the words to ask to stay, even if he had gotten the chance.
But Evin is a commander, and dozens of soldiers depend on his decisions. The threat of their deaths is stronger than that of Traitor’s Hill, just strong enough to keep him from saddling his horse and riding straight through the forest, across the line that isn’t really a line, into enemy country.
Instead, he closes his eyes and turns his face towards the northern breeze, wishing on the stars that he can’t see. He prays that the fires in his mind are fueled by enemy flesh. And though he knows that he shouldn’t, he prays that his prayer is stronger than her calling, strong enough to weave through the trees and ford the Vassa and bring Dom back home once more.
QC by: journeycat