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rainbowfic2017-08-16 08:48 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2017-08-16 08:48 pm
Provence Lavender #17, Moonlight #4, Golden Globe #10
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Recall
'Verse: Untitled Intrigues Story
Colors: Provence Lavender #17. Until winter, Moonlight #4. Seashore, Golden Globe #10. I'll be back.
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lillith Faire Main Stage), yarn,
Word Count: 496
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Landelye, Sefalin
Warnings: Espionage, politics, and how they intersect with love. Implied background/backstory violence, but nothing specific, and not between or directly involving Del or Sef.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Del had never been the type to pine over a lover until Sefalin. And, really, it was embarrassing how much her mood soured on the nights he wasn't with her, even when it was some other business, and not Tahnrin, that kept him away. How she fretted and paced, not exactly jealous, but still wishing he was there, instead of--wherever he was instead.
But she'd resigned herself to those feelings long ago, as soon as she'd accepted that her priest was different from the others. After all, there was no use adding to her misery by worrying about pining.
And she'd been prepared, or so she'd thought, for every possible outcome that might make it worse; ranging from the mundane angst caused by her inevitable marriage to someone else, to the nightmare scenario of him choosing Tahnrin over her.
Somehow, though, she'd failed to prepare for this.
"You're...you're being recalled?"
"It's temporary, I think," he said. He sounded--tired; she vaguely noticed it through the turmoil the news had inspired in her own heart. "I've done good work here, or so I'm told. But after everything that happened..."
"Of course," she said automatically. And she did understand. She knew how these things worked. She had learned to play politics practically before she'd learned her letters. Recalling Sefalin right now was--sensible.
But, selfish though she knew it was, she just kept focusing on the weeks--months, maybe--ahead of her where he wouldn't even be as close as Tahnrin's apartments. Where he wouldn't even be in the same country as she was.
And if it went even longer...
As she could hardly afford the indiscretion of love letters, the thought was absolutely unbearable.
But then the rest of her mind caught up, and she really took in the sight of him--the weary slump of his shoulders; the dull, exhausted shadows in his eyes...
The guilt was enough to cut her self-pity off at the knees.
This is not about you right now, she chastised herself.
"Of course," she repeated, more gently, then kissed him softly and held him close.
He leaned into the embrace, his arms wrapping around her in turn, his hands coming to rest comfortably on the small of her back.
It hurt. Oh, it hurt. But she could find Hana later and cry on her shoulder--she didn't trust any of her other friends with this, of course, but had absolute faith in her sister. And her Sef needed her now.
"I love you," he murmured into her hair after a moment, which just made the stabbing pain in her heart that much worse.
The tiny, still-rational part of her cynical soul couldn't help but wonder if she'd beaten Tahnrin here, to those words; wondered if her uncle would suffer like she was suffering to hear it, for the first time, when their lover was going away.
She tightened her hold. "I love you," she echoed, and tried not to cry.
Story: Recall
'Verse: Untitled Intrigues Story
Colors: Provence Lavender #17. Until winter, Moonlight #4. Seashore, Golden Globe #10. I'll be back.
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lillith Faire Main Stage), yarn,
Word Count: 496
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Landelye, Sefalin
Warnings: Espionage, politics, and how they intersect with love. Implied background/backstory violence, but nothing specific, and not between or directly involving Del or Sef.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Del had never been the type to pine over a lover until Sefalin. And, really, it was embarrassing how much her mood soured on the nights he wasn't with her, even when it was some other business, and not Tahnrin, that kept him away. How she fretted and paced, not exactly jealous, but still wishing he was there, instead of--wherever he was instead.
But she'd resigned herself to those feelings long ago, as soon as she'd accepted that her priest was different from the others. After all, there was no use adding to her misery by worrying about pining.
And she'd been prepared, or so she'd thought, for every possible outcome that might make it worse; ranging from the mundane angst caused by her inevitable marriage to someone else, to the nightmare scenario of him choosing Tahnrin over her.
Somehow, though, she'd failed to prepare for this.
"You're...you're being recalled?"
"It's temporary, I think," he said. He sounded--tired; she vaguely noticed it through the turmoil the news had inspired in her own heart. "I've done good work here, or so I'm told. But after everything that happened..."
"Of course," she said automatically. And she did understand. She knew how these things worked. She had learned to play politics practically before she'd learned her letters. Recalling Sefalin right now was--sensible.
But, selfish though she knew it was, she just kept focusing on the weeks--months, maybe--ahead of her where he wouldn't even be as close as Tahnrin's apartments. Where he wouldn't even be in the same country as she was.
And if it went even longer...
As she could hardly afford the indiscretion of love letters, the thought was absolutely unbearable.
But then the rest of her mind caught up, and she really took in the sight of him--the weary slump of his shoulders; the dull, exhausted shadows in his eyes...
The guilt was enough to cut her self-pity off at the knees.
This is not about you right now, she chastised herself.
"Of course," she repeated, more gently, then kissed him softly and held him close.
He leaned into the embrace, his arms wrapping around her in turn, his hands coming to rest comfortably on the small of her back.
It hurt. Oh, it hurt. But she could find Hana later and cry on her shoulder--she didn't trust any of her other friends with this, of course, but had absolute faith in her sister. And her Sef needed her now.
"I love you," he murmured into her hair after a moment, which just made the stabbing pain in her heart that much worse.
The tiny, still-rational part of her cynical soul couldn't help but wonder if she'd beaten Tahnrin here, to those words; wondered if her uncle would suffer like she was suffering to hear it, for the first time, when their lover was going away.
She tightened her hold. "I love you," she echoed, and tried not to cry.