Post by ubiquitous on Feb 17, 2013 16:46:06 GMT 10
Title: Affair of the Heart
Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~580
Prompt: #1 - Cythera/Wyldon
Summary: Cythera and Wyldon, and Gary and Vivenne.
A/N: Sorry this is late! I hope you like it!! I had planned on Alanna/Gary, but they refused to cooperate, and I figured some torridaffair!fic was in order.
Wyldon sat in the room, dumbfounded. He understood their motives, and it made sense, and maybe he should have been honoured to be chosen, but this wasn’t what he’d wanted.
The council looked at him expectantly. He opened his mouth to refuse, to ask them to find someone else, another fief, and then his mind flashed back to the night before.
It was Beltane, and his spirits were only slightly dampened by Lady Cythera’s refusal to jump over the embers with him. Cythera danced with Gary of Naxen and the crowds murmured at what a lovely couple they made. Wyldon bristled slightly, but Cythera loved him, not Gary, and they would know that soon enough. Except, they wouldn’t, as the herald then announced the betrothal of Lady Cythera of Elden to Sir Gareth the Younger of Naxen.
The pain of her betrayal struck him. He’d loved her, and he thought she’d loved him. Wyldon watched as the two of them were congratulated, watched as they jumped the embers after their Majesties, watched as his world crumbled around him.
He found her later that night, as the crowds mingled and danced in the same space. There were a thousand questions in his eyes, all of them filled with anger, hurt and betrayal. And her only response was an apologetic twist of her lips. The pity of a woman who had played him for a fool.
Wyldon came back to the present and gave the only answer he could. “I would be honoured to marry Lady Vivenne, my Lords.”
*
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Wyldon murmurs as leans in to kiss her.
She hums through the kiss; part pleasure, part assent. “I know.”
“If we were to be found out…”
Cythera silences him by capturing his lips with her own. “Don’t think such thoughts,” she whispers softly, her fingers threading through his hair. “Nobody need ever know.”
“But –”
She puts a finger to his lips. “Don’t. Think.” Her finger is replaced by her mouth as she draws him into a long, passionate kiss.
Wyldon feels the last vestiges of reason leave him as he kisses her back.
*
“This can’t go on.”
“You don’t love her,” Cythera says, nonplussed. Cupping his face with her palm, she reminds him gently, “you love me.”
Wyldon steps back. “But you love Gary.”
“I can love you both,” she protests.
“No,’ he says sadly, “you can’t. And as long this continues, we’ll be making fools of both Gary and Vivenne.”
She knows this is the end, but she can’t accept her loss, not yet. “We’ve been through this Wyl,” she says plaintively, “nobody needs to know.”
“We know, Cyth. And that’s what matters. Whatever I feel for Vivenne, I won’t be a man who betrays his wife.”
Cythera blinks, fighting to keep the tears in her eyes from spilling over. “Let us at least have tonight then. One last night with me, before you become hers.”
*
Cythera watches him, dancing with his wife. This woman is nothing like the sullen girl that had come to court last year. Her cheeks are filled with colour, her eyes are sparkling, and her smile radiates with happiness. The court has noticed this too, and has taken a shine to Vivenne that irks Cythera. But what pains her more is Wyldon’s affection for the woman he had once spurned. Wyldon’s Tusaine bride may have bewitched him in the north, but Corus is a battlefield where few can best her.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~580
Prompt: #1 - Cythera/Wyldon
Summary: Cythera and Wyldon, and Gary and Vivenne.
A/N: Sorry this is late! I hope you like it!! I had planned on Alanna/Gary, but they refused to cooperate, and I figured some torridaffair!fic was in order.
Wyldon sat in the room, dumbfounded. He understood their motives, and it made sense, and maybe he should have been honoured to be chosen, but this wasn’t what he’d wanted.
The council looked at him expectantly. He opened his mouth to refuse, to ask them to find someone else, another fief, and then his mind flashed back to the night before.
It was Beltane, and his spirits were only slightly dampened by Lady Cythera’s refusal to jump over the embers with him. Cythera danced with Gary of Naxen and the crowds murmured at what a lovely couple they made. Wyldon bristled slightly, but Cythera loved him, not Gary, and they would know that soon enough. Except, they wouldn’t, as the herald then announced the betrothal of Lady Cythera of Elden to Sir Gareth the Younger of Naxen.
The pain of her betrayal struck him. He’d loved her, and he thought she’d loved him. Wyldon watched as the two of them were congratulated, watched as they jumped the embers after their Majesties, watched as his world crumbled around him.
He found her later that night, as the crowds mingled and danced in the same space. There were a thousand questions in his eyes, all of them filled with anger, hurt and betrayal. And her only response was an apologetic twist of her lips. The pity of a woman who had played him for a fool.
Wyldon came back to the present and gave the only answer he could. “I would be honoured to marry Lady Vivenne, my Lords.”
*
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Wyldon murmurs as leans in to kiss her.
She hums through the kiss; part pleasure, part assent. “I know.”
“If we were to be found out…”
Cythera silences him by capturing his lips with her own. “Don’t think such thoughts,” she whispers softly, her fingers threading through his hair. “Nobody need ever know.”
“But –”
She puts a finger to his lips. “Don’t. Think.” Her finger is replaced by her mouth as she draws him into a long, passionate kiss.
Wyldon feels the last vestiges of reason leave him as he kisses her back.
*
“This can’t go on.”
“You don’t love her,” Cythera says, nonplussed. Cupping his face with her palm, she reminds him gently, “you love me.”
Wyldon steps back. “But you love Gary.”
“I can love you both,” she protests.
“No,’ he says sadly, “you can’t. And as long this continues, we’ll be making fools of both Gary and Vivenne.”
She knows this is the end, but she can’t accept her loss, not yet. “We’ve been through this Wyl,” she says plaintively, “nobody needs to know.”
“We know, Cyth. And that’s what matters. Whatever I feel for Vivenne, I won’t be a man who betrays his wife.”
Cythera blinks, fighting to keep the tears in her eyes from spilling over. “Let us at least have tonight then. One last night with me, before you become hers.”
*
Cythera watches him, dancing with his wife. This woman is nothing like the sullen girl that had come to court last year. Her cheeks are filled with colour, her eyes are sparkling, and her smile radiates with happiness. The court has noticed this too, and has taken a shine to Vivenne that irks Cythera. But what pains her more is Wyldon’s affection for the woman he had once spurned. Wyldon’s Tusaine bride may have bewitched him in the north, but Corus is a battlefield where few can best her.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!