Post by Seek on Jan 1, 2015 20:40:43 GMT 10
Title: Vigil
Rating: G
For: Kypriotha
Prompt: 1. Kel/Wyldon friendship fic
Summary: Kel is there for two friends, that night.
Notes: Hope you enjoy it! Happy Wishing Tree!
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It was clear that Lord Wyldon of Cavall was, surprisingly, nervous. He didn’t show it, but Kel, accustomed to reading the smallest nuances in the way her former training master carried himself, could tell that he’d been wound up from the moment Owen had entered the chapel.
She couldn’t blame him. The death of Joren of Stone Mountain, and the punishment the Chamber had inflicted on Vinson of Genlith had left a deep scar. When all had been said and done, Lord Wyldon blamed himself and his methods for the ends they had met.
“My lord,” Kel said, finally, as Wyldon rubbed at the scars on his arm for the tenth time that night and stood in stoic silence. “He’ll be fine.” She waved down a passing server at the small gathering and handed him a spiced apple juice, to keep his hands busy. He accepted the drink and held it, but didn’t sip from it. His expression was inscrutable, but dark.
“I am well aware of that, Lady Knight,” Wyldon sighed.
He’s not Joren, Kel wanted to object. He’s not Vinson. You don’t have to project them on him. But clearly, it didn’t matter. Wyldon was seeing the ghosts of his previous failures, even as they’d both instructed his squire in the ritual bath and then sent him to the chapel to take his Ordeal.
Finally, he admitted, taking a reluctant sip of the apple juice, “I will feel much better…after this is over.”
“When he comes out of the Chamber,” Kel agreed. He nodded, tightly. “Owen’s a good sort, my lord. You know that. He’s surprisingly resilient and bounces back from things quickly. I can’t imagine anyone else who would better face an Ordeal.”
Lord Wyldon said, “Better men have struggled to face the Chamber.”
“Trust Owen,” Kel pointed out. “If you didn’t think he could’ve handled it, you wouldn’t have let him face the Ordeal in the first place.”
It was difficult, she thought, so difficult to exorcise the ghosts of Joren and Vinson, and for a while, she was angry at them—at how they could cast such a long shadow, even after they were gone. But then, she almost laughed at the absurdity of holding a grudge long after the subjects were departed. No; it was regrettable, nothing more.
Streaks of light were starting to appear in the sky. The knights at the gathering began to drift in the direction of the chapel. Lord Wyldon stood, transfixed, the mostly-untouched apple juice still in his hand, staring at the chapel.
Kel tugged at him, lightly.
“Mindelan,” he said, quietly. Pained.
“Come, my lord,” Kel said. “He’d want you to be there, to take him away from the Chamber.”
Finally, Lord Wyldon nodded. Once. “Thank you,” he said, at the reminder, and allowed himself to be guided in the direction of the chapel.
Rating: G
For: Kypriotha
Prompt: 1. Kel/Wyldon friendship fic
Summary: Kel is there for two friends, that night.
Notes: Hope you enjoy it! Happy Wishing Tree!
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It was clear that Lord Wyldon of Cavall was, surprisingly, nervous. He didn’t show it, but Kel, accustomed to reading the smallest nuances in the way her former training master carried himself, could tell that he’d been wound up from the moment Owen had entered the chapel.
She couldn’t blame him. The death of Joren of Stone Mountain, and the punishment the Chamber had inflicted on Vinson of Genlith had left a deep scar. When all had been said and done, Lord Wyldon blamed himself and his methods for the ends they had met.
“My lord,” Kel said, finally, as Wyldon rubbed at the scars on his arm for the tenth time that night and stood in stoic silence. “He’ll be fine.” She waved down a passing server at the small gathering and handed him a spiced apple juice, to keep his hands busy. He accepted the drink and held it, but didn’t sip from it. His expression was inscrutable, but dark.
“I am well aware of that, Lady Knight,” Wyldon sighed.
He’s not Joren, Kel wanted to object. He’s not Vinson. You don’t have to project them on him. But clearly, it didn’t matter. Wyldon was seeing the ghosts of his previous failures, even as they’d both instructed his squire in the ritual bath and then sent him to the chapel to take his Ordeal.
Finally, he admitted, taking a reluctant sip of the apple juice, “I will feel much better…after this is over.”
“When he comes out of the Chamber,” Kel agreed. He nodded, tightly. “Owen’s a good sort, my lord. You know that. He’s surprisingly resilient and bounces back from things quickly. I can’t imagine anyone else who would better face an Ordeal.”
Lord Wyldon said, “Better men have struggled to face the Chamber.”
“Trust Owen,” Kel pointed out. “If you didn’t think he could’ve handled it, you wouldn’t have let him face the Ordeal in the first place.”
It was difficult, she thought, so difficult to exorcise the ghosts of Joren and Vinson, and for a while, she was angry at them—at how they could cast such a long shadow, even after they were gone. But then, she almost laughed at the absurdity of holding a grudge long after the subjects were departed. No; it was regrettable, nothing more.
Streaks of light were starting to appear in the sky. The knights at the gathering began to drift in the direction of the chapel. Lord Wyldon stood, transfixed, the mostly-untouched apple juice still in his hand, staring at the chapel.
Kel tugged at him, lightly.
“Mindelan,” he said, quietly. Pained.
“Come, my lord,” Kel said. “He’d want you to be there, to take him away from the Chamber.”
Finally, Lord Wyldon nodded. Once. “Thank you,” he said, at the reminder, and allowed himself to be guided in the direction of the chapel.