Post by Muse on Jun 1, 2013 21:45:35 GMT 10
Title: Paths to Healing
Rating: PG
Word Count: 425
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: If he asks, Jon might get an answer he doesn’t want to hear. Prompt: Silence is a great healer.
Alanna’s spirits are much improved by the time that she returns to Corus. Tanned by the desert sun and hand in hand with George, Jon hopes that she is ready to become his right hand again, to step in as his Champion. He has missed her in the months she’s spent away from the capital, and something inside him lifts when she dismounts in the courtyard.
He needs her, perhaps now more than ever.
Together, they find their balance. Alanna travels at his bidding, often with George by her side, and Jon waits for the letters she sends from all corners of Tortall while he and Thayet try to stabilize the Court politics that had become thin and strained in the wake of Roger’s destruction.
Maybe he’s selfish, Jon thinks. He selfishly needs her to be all right, to be strong and healthy and a hero and so many other things besides. He needs these things, so he doesn’t ask for confirmation past the fact that she is there, standing before him and looking like herself again. Alanna needs to be needed, to have work and a goal and a purpose. She tells him she is content as his sword arm, and so they get by.
She grins at him, coming back from a stint with the Bloody Hawk that has turned her respectable and the Baroness of Pirate’s Swoop. He chuckles in return and asks how Kara and Halef are doing, to her surprise.
He seeks her out at Pirate’s Swoop on the anniversaries of his parents’…he doesn’t think about it until she stands next to him on the balcony of the tallest tower, and when he does she holds him until he can stand on his own.
Thayet and George are waiting, sharing a pot of tea, when Jon and Alanna reappear, George with a strange, gentle look on his face and baby Roald in his lap.
Maybe he’s selfish, but Jon needs Alanna, and he needs her to be the hero he can’t be. He never asks her outright, but on the day she introduces him to his gods-son, Jon knows.
“Jon, meet Thom of Pirate’s Swoop,” Alanna piles the infant into Jon’s arms gracelessly, and Jon automatically moves to support the boy’s head.
“Thom?” he murmurs softly, and the baby stares up at him with the seriousness of the very young.
Alanna looks up at him with a small smile on her lips, and Jon finally knows.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 425
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: If he asks, Jon might get an answer he doesn’t want to hear. Prompt: Silence is a great healer.
Alanna’s spirits are much improved by the time that she returns to Corus. Tanned by the desert sun and hand in hand with George, Jon hopes that she is ready to become his right hand again, to step in as his Champion. He has missed her in the months she’s spent away from the capital, and something inside him lifts when she dismounts in the courtyard.
He needs her, perhaps now more than ever.
Together, they find their balance. Alanna travels at his bidding, often with George by her side, and Jon waits for the letters she sends from all corners of Tortall while he and Thayet try to stabilize the Court politics that had become thin and strained in the wake of Roger’s destruction.
Maybe he’s selfish, Jon thinks. He selfishly needs her to be all right, to be strong and healthy and a hero and so many other things besides. He needs these things, so he doesn’t ask for confirmation past the fact that she is there, standing before him and looking like herself again. Alanna needs to be needed, to have work and a goal and a purpose. She tells him she is content as his sword arm, and so they get by.
She grins at him, coming back from a stint with the Bloody Hawk that has turned her respectable and the Baroness of Pirate’s Swoop. He chuckles in return and asks how Kara and Halef are doing, to her surprise.
He seeks her out at Pirate’s Swoop on the anniversaries of his parents’…he doesn’t think about it until she stands next to him on the balcony of the tallest tower, and when he does she holds him until he can stand on his own.
Thayet and George are waiting, sharing a pot of tea, when Jon and Alanna reappear, George with a strange, gentle look on his face and baby Roald in his lap.
Maybe he’s selfish, but Jon needs Alanna, and he needs her to be the hero he can’t be. He never asks her outright, but on the day she introduces him to his gods-son, Jon knows.
“Jon, meet Thom of Pirate’s Swoop,” Alanna piles the infant into Jon’s arms gracelessly, and Jon automatically moves to support the boy’s head.
“Thom?” he murmurs softly, and the baby stares up at him with the seriousness of the very young.
Alanna looks up at him with a small smile on her lips, and Jon finally knows.