Post by Shhasow on Apr 28, 2013 0:03:28 GMT 10
Title: The Other 7 Deadly Sins (#3)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 530
Pairing: G/R
Round/Fight: 1C
Summary: In the book of Proverbs, there is listed 7 things that are detested by God, not the traditional list that we all know. This is one of them : “Him that soweth discord among brethren”. Warning for implied slash.
The chilly May morning refused to warm, even as a few rays of sun broke through the clouds. The wind had a bite to it, and the men who were assembled in front of the palace were grateful for the protection provided by armor and cloaks. They were even more grateful to begin the long march to the River Drell.
Duke Gareth of Naxen trotted out towards the front of the army, and Duke Roger followed behind him. As Roger filed into place next to Jonathan, he glanced down at a scrap of paper, and then tucked it back into a pouch.
When Duke Gareth’s chestnut began shuffling anxiously, then rearing and screaming, Roger was the first one to tend to the fallen Duke. He conveyed the general to the palace healers by magical means, and then he slipped away unnoticed to an empty library room, where he waited silently.
A tall figure entered the room a few minutes later, a man dressed as a Mithran monk.
Roger clicked his fingers and orange fire flew from his hand to cover the door. “Excellent job with the plant, George,” he said.
The thief did not seem to hear him, but absently rubbed his lips as his eyes glazed over.
“George.” Roger was not a man to be ignored. “You are rather absentminded, for the Rogue.”
George blinked and all traces of inattention disappeared. “I know how to hire people who keep their mouths shut,” he asserted as he ignored the insult. “And as you likely already know, we were successful. King Roald has declared you the general of the army in Naxen’s place.” He perched himself on a table and swung his legs back and forth.
“Excellent,” Roger repeated. “Everything is falling into place. And no one suspects anything?”
George hesitated, then said slowly, “Alan suspects you.”
The Duke snorted. “Trebond would have suspected me under any circumstance, even if I had been the injured party.”
The thief shrugged. “Completely true, except, this time he is also right.”
“Not that it matters.” Roger got up from his chair and went to stand in between George’s sprawled legs, unconsciously mirroring George and Alanna from only minutes ago. “We are close,” he said softly, the back of one hand rubbing lightly on the other man’s cheek. George’s eyes fluttered shut. “Anything can happen during a war. Anyone can die.”
George looked up at the handsome face above him; the guilt from kissing Alanna even as she was sent off to die was forgotten. “Yes, even a prince.”
Roger’s blue eyes softened as he looked at George. “And you cannot leave Corus to accompany me?”
He shook his head. “Not for as long as the campaign will last. Not if you still want me to remain head Rogue. If you do not...”
Roger sighed. “No, you are still quite necessary in that position. I know how you tire of it.” He leaned closer, and embraced the thief. “I tire of it, as well.”
“I suppose that I could find the time to visit you,” George breathed into Roger’s ear, and the older man shivered.
“That would undoubtedly be amenable to all,” he smirked.
“Undoubtedly.”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 530
Pairing: G/R
Round/Fight: 1C
Summary: In the book of Proverbs, there is listed 7 things that are detested by God, not the traditional list that we all know. This is one of them : “Him that soweth discord among brethren”. Warning for implied slash.
The chilly May morning refused to warm, even as a few rays of sun broke through the clouds. The wind had a bite to it, and the men who were assembled in front of the palace were grateful for the protection provided by armor and cloaks. They were even more grateful to begin the long march to the River Drell.
Duke Gareth of Naxen trotted out towards the front of the army, and Duke Roger followed behind him. As Roger filed into place next to Jonathan, he glanced down at a scrap of paper, and then tucked it back into a pouch.
When Duke Gareth’s chestnut began shuffling anxiously, then rearing and screaming, Roger was the first one to tend to the fallen Duke. He conveyed the general to the palace healers by magical means, and then he slipped away unnoticed to an empty library room, where he waited silently.
A tall figure entered the room a few minutes later, a man dressed as a Mithran monk.
Roger clicked his fingers and orange fire flew from his hand to cover the door. “Excellent job with the plant, George,” he said.
The thief did not seem to hear him, but absently rubbed his lips as his eyes glazed over.
“George.” Roger was not a man to be ignored. “You are rather absentminded, for the Rogue.”
George blinked and all traces of inattention disappeared. “I know how to hire people who keep their mouths shut,” he asserted as he ignored the insult. “And as you likely already know, we were successful. King Roald has declared you the general of the army in Naxen’s place.” He perched himself on a table and swung his legs back and forth.
“Excellent,” Roger repeated. “Everything is falling into place. And no one suspects anything?”
George hesitated, then said slowly, “Alan suspects you.”
The Duke snorted. “Trebond would have suspected me under any circumstance, even if I had been the injured party.”
The thief shrugged. “Completely true, except, this time he is also right.”
“Not that it matters.” Roger got up from his chair and went to stand in between George’s sprawled legs, unconsciously mirroring George and Alanna from only minutes ago. “We are close,” he said softly, the back of one hand rubbing lightly on the other man’s cheek. George’s eyes fluttered shut. “Anything can happen during a war. Anyone can die.”
George looked up at the handsome face above him; the guilt from kissing Alanna even as she was sent off to die was forgotten. “Yes, even a prince.”
Roger’s blue eyes softened as he looked at George. “And you cannot leave Corus to accompany me?”
He shook his head. “Not for as long as the campaign will last. Not if you still want me to remain head Rogue. If you do not...”
Roger sighed. “No, you are still quite necessary in that position. I know how you tire of it.” He leaned closer, and embraced the thief. “I tire of it, as well.”
“I suppose that I could find the time to visit you,” George breathed into Roger’s ear, and the older man shivered.
“That would undoubtedly be amenable to all,” he smirked.
“Undoubtedly.”