Post by opalgirl on May 15, 2009 14:21:38 GMT 10
Title: Towers
Rating: PG.
Summary: Jon thinks his betrothed will like the view. Thayet does not. She has her reasons. Young!Jon/Young!Thayet.
Genre: Angsty-romance type thing.
Warnings: Mentions canon suicides.
Notes: More fic for Kat. And I found myself adoring Jon and Thayet. I've had this kicking around for a long time, ever since a re-read of Page, when Jon says 'you couldn't get the queen up here for love or money' re: Balor's Needle. Also, I am being spammy like a spammity spammy thing. I'm sorry.
"No." Thayet shook her head, her eyes focused squarely on his face. "No. Not now, not ever."
"Why?" Jon was legitimately concerned; his betrothed didn't seem to be the sort afraid of heights. Thayet appeared to be fearless, most of the time. "It's a wonderful view."
"And it can be wonderful all it likes." Thayet's lips were thin and her face was drawn. "I don't need to see it." With that, she turned her back to him, her shoulders stiff.
"What's wrong?" He wanted to know, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Did I say something?"
The princess took a breath. "My mother jumped to her death from a tower window, Jonathan."
"Gods." The losses of his own mother and father came back to his mind and he winced. "I'm sorry..."
Thayet turned back to face him. "Don't apologize. You didn't push her. I just... don't particularly like towers."
He couldn't say anything else to that. "I..." Alanna would mock him mercilessly, if she was here to be witness to this. He was never tongue-tied.
Thayet's face was sad, but her eyes were level. "My mother did an honorable thing, by K'mir tradition. It doesn't warrant an apology."
"It doesn't make it hurt less, though, does it?"
She frowned at him, somehow managing to look beautiful at the same time, then seemed to come to a realization. She took his hand, when he reached for hers.
Her smile was weak, but it was a smile. At least.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Jon thinks his betrothed will like the view. Thayet does not. She has her reasons. Young!Jon/Young!Thayet.
Genre: Angsty-romance type thing.
Warnings: Mentions canon suicides.
Notes: More fic for Kat. And I found myself adoring Jon and Thayet. I've had this kicking around for a long time, ever since a re-read of Page, when Jon says 'you couldn't get the queen up here for love or money' re: Balor's Needle. Also, I am being spammy like a spammity spammy thing. I'm sorry.
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"No." Thayet shook her head, her eyes focused squarely on his face. "No. Not now, not ever."
"Why?" Jon was legitimately concerned; his betrothed didn't seem to be the sort afraid of heights. Thayet appeared to be fearless, most of the time. "It's a wonderful view."
"And it can be wonderful all it likes." Thayet's lips were thin and her face was drawn. "I don't need to see it." With that, she turned her back to him, her shoulders stiff.
"What's wrong?" He wanted to know, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Did I say something?"
The princess took a breath. "My mother jumped to her death from a tower window, Jonathan."
"Gods." The losses of his own mother and father came back to his mind and he winced. "I'm sorry..."
Thayet turned back to face him. "Don't apologize. You didn't push her. I just... don't particularly like towers."
He couldn't say anything else to that. "I..." Alanna would mock him mercilessly, if she was here to be witness to this. He was never tongue-tied.
Thayet's face was sad, but her eyes were level. "My mother did an honorable thing, by K'mir tradition. It doesn't warrant an apology."
"It doesn't make it hurt less, though, does it?"
She frowned at him, somehow managing to look beautiful at the same time, then seemed to come to a realization. She took his hand, when he reached for hers.
Her smile was weak, but it was a smile. At least.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!