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Spring Green #18, Vert #15, Color of the Day
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Whisper to the Wind
'Verse: Untitled Intrigues Story
Colors: Spring Green #18. you're all the world to me (with paint-by-numbers from bookblather: Kamer is in love.), Vert #15. Code of honor, Color of the Day (reverence)
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (October Bingo square 'breeze'), paint-by-numbers, silhouette, life drawing, resin, novelty beads (“As soon as one promises not to do something, it becomes the one thing above all others that one most wishes to do.” ― Georgette Heyer), glue ("You may have trouble figuring out where you stand in matters of the heart this week. If you're in a relationship, things are unfortunately likely to get messy, whereas if you're single, you could be lost in a romantic fantasy. On Wednesday, Venus moves into your reclusive 12th house, bringing the energy of secrecy, privacy, and possibly unrealistic expectations into all aspects of your love life.")
Word Count: 439
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kamer
Warnings: Not really. Discussion of (presumed) unrequited love; complications of a professional relationship turning personal.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This aligns with this piece on Sefalin's side of things.
Kamer has spent his entire life defining himself by his duty. And he has not failed in that. He keeps reminding himself of that. He has not failed.
His Excellency remains--unaware. Of the lines Kamer has worked so very hard not to cross.
But now they stand at a turning point. His Excellency has now been recalled, and while he hopes to return...it is difficult to say.
The mere thought of it has put all that Kamer has so carefully protected at risk. Which is why he has found himself here, on the walls, turned in the direction His Excellency Priest Ahnrel will go. The cold night wind swirls around him, his cloak wrapped tight around him, keeping him here. Holding him back.
As is only appropriate.
In the morning, Kamer will have to say goodbye. Will have to remain strong, will have to choose his words with care, and not make things--difficult--for Priest Ahnrel who he--
Loves.
He winces at the thought. Tomorrow, he thinks. I should have waited to even think it until he--
But now that he has, he can't escape it. It spins over and over in his head, almost wanting to burst forth.
It's not that he hasn't--known. On some level. What he feels.
But to put it into words is--too much. Far too much.
And yet it is done. He cannot hide from it anymore. He has only to hide it from everyone else.
Including--especially--His Excellency. It is, after all, still his responsibility to protect the priest.
And maybe it is a part of that love, but whatever the reason, Kamer knows that, no matter what orders the King gives him when Priest Ahnrel leaves tomorrow, he will always, always protect him.
Which is why he can never breathe a word of it aloud. Not where anyone can here save the Gods and the wind itself.
He closes his eyes as the breeze picks up around him, as if encouraging him to unburden his heart. If only for a moment.
"I love him," he whispers; hoping that the wind will carry his secret far enough away, hold it for him, so he can see Ahnrel off tomorrow without ruining everything. "I love him."
He hopes that it will be enough, that letting it loose this one time will keep him from disgracing himself--and harming Ahnrel by it--tomorrow; will keep that I love you locked safe inside him.
The wind fades, and the frantic beating of his heart begins to fade with it. At least for the moment.
"I love him," he says for the third time. "Gods on their Pillars protect us both."
Story: Whisper to the Wind
'Verse: Untitled Intrigues Story
Colors: Spring Green #18. you're all the world to me (with paint-by-numbers from bookblather: Kamer is in love.), Vert #15. Code of honor, Color of the Day (reverence)
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (October Bingo square 'breeze'), paint-by-numbers, silhouette, life drawing, resin, novelty beads (“As soon as one promises not to do something, it becomes the one thing above all others that one most wishes to do.” ― Georgette Heyer), glue ("You may have trouble figuring out where you stand in matters of the heart this week. If you're in a relationship, things are unfortunately likely to get messy, whereas if you're single, you could be lost in a romantic fantasy. On Wednesday, Venus moves into your reclusive 12th house, bringing the energy of secrecy, privacy, and possibly unrealistic expectations into all aspects of your love life.")
Word Count: 439
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kamer
Warnings: Not really. Discussion of (presumed) unrequited love; complications of a professional relationship turning personal.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This aligns with this piece on Sefalin's side of things.
Kamer has spent his entire life defining himself by his duty. And he has not failed in that. He keeps reminding himself of that. He has not failed.
His Excellency remains--unaware. Of the lines Kamer has worked so very hard not to cross.
But now they stand at a turning point. His Excellency has now been recalled, and while he hopes to return...it is difficult to say.
The mere thought of it has put all that Kamer has so carefully protected at risk. Which is why he has found himself here, on the walls, turned in the direction His Excellency Priest Ahnrel will go. The cold night wind swirls around him, his cloak wrapped tight around him, keeping him here. Holding him back.
As is only appropriate.
In the morning, Kamer will have to say goodbye. Will have to remain strong, will have to choose his words with care, and not make things--difficult--for Priest Ahnrel who he--
Loves.
He winces at the thought. Tomorrow, he thinks. I should have waited to even think it until he--
But now that he has, he can't escape it. It spins over and over in his head, almost wanting to burst forth.
It's not that he hasn't--known. On some level. What he feels.
But to put it into words is--too much. Far too much.
And yet it is done. He cannot hide from it anymore. He has only to hide it from everyone else.
Including--especially--His Excellency. It is, after all, still his responsibility to protect the priest.
And maybe it is a part of that love, but whatever the reason, Kamer knows that, no matter what orders the King gives him when Priest Ahnrel leaves tomorrow, he will always, always protect him.
Which is why he can never breathe a word of it aloud. Not where anyone can here save the Gods and the wind itself.
He closes his eyes as the breeze picks up around him, as if encouraging him to unburden his heart. If only for a moment.
"I love him," he whispers; hoping that the wind will carry his secret far enough away, hold it for him, so he can see Ahnrel off tomorrow without ruining everything. "I love him."
He hopes that it will be enough, that letting it loose this one time will keep him from disgracing himself--and harming Ahnrel by it--tomorrow; will keep that I love you locked safe inside him.
The wind fades, and the frantic beating of his heart begins to fade with it. At least for the moment.
"I love him," he says for the third time. "Gods on their Pillars protect us both."