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Opal Jasper #11
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Practice
'Verse: Untitled Intrigues Story
Colors: Opal Jasper #11. weep and wail
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire Day Five: Main Stage), silhouette, life drawing, chiaroscuro
Word Count: 291
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Ahnrel
Warnings: Discussion of (presumed) unrequited love; messy intersection of personal and professional relationship; oblique references to background/backstory violence, but nothing onscreen.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. A companion to this piece.
Everything had happened so quickly--his recall, the reason for it--and, the night before he left, Ahnrel went over and over everything he'd need to do in the morning, when he took formal leave of King Malue and his court.
Falling back into formality helped, actually. Rituals of any kind were grounding, and even if these weren't particularly familiar to him, it was still there, a scaffold for him, just to make it through those final days.
But there was one place where even that failed him.
Kamer.
It was almost funny. Ahnrel's love affairs had, in the past, generally been quick and fairly shallow. And while he hadn't been here that long, and he and Kamer had exchanged all of--what--twenty words that were at all personal? The idea of not having that unyielding presence at his back was...
It made the rest of the chaos worse. And there was no way to rely on formality with a guard who had been assigned to him at random; an agent of a foreign power who had quietly helped him navigate without ever coming close to anything like betrayal of his lord; a man that he wished--he wished could have been his lover.
He just had to hope that--that everything else going on provided him a plausible enough explanation for any major lapses. To protect Kamer, he had to make sure he didn't let his true feelings show. Because whatever--glimpses--he'd seen behind his guard's extremely professional exterior...they weren't enough. Not before, and especially not now.
So he stepped away from ritual, and simply practiced that goodbye, over and over and over again, until he thought he could make it through without choking on it.
In the morning, he'd find out if it was enough.
Story: Practice
'Verse: Untitled Intrigues Story
Colors: Opal Jasper #11. weep and wail
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Lilith Faire Day Five: Main Stage), silhouette, life drawing, chiaroscuro
Word Count: 291
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Ahnrel
Warnings: Discussion of (presumed) unrequited love; messy intersection of personal and professional relationship; oblique references to background/backstory violence, but nothing onscreen.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. A companion to this piece.
Everything had happened so quickly--his recall, the reason for it--and, the night before he left, Ahnrel went over and over everything he'd need to do in the morning, when he took formal leave of King Malue and his court.
Falling back into formality helped, actually. Rituals of any kind were grounding, and even if these weren't particularly familiar to him, it was still there, a scaffold for him, just to make it through those final days.
But there was one place where even that failed him.
Kamer.
It was almost funny. Ahnrel's love affairs had, in the past, generally been quick and fairly shallow. And while he hadn't been here that long, and he and Kamer had exchanged all of--what--twenty words that were at all personal? The idea of not having that unyielding presence at his back was...
It made the rest of the chaos worse. And there was no way to rely on formality with a guard who had been assigned to him at random; an agent of a foreign power who had quietly helped him navigate without ever coming close to anything like betrayal of his lord; a man that he wished--he wished could have been his lover.
He just had to hope that--that everything else going on provided him a plausible enough explanation for any major lapses. To protect Kamer, he had to make sure he didn't let his true feelings show. Because whatever--glimpses--he'd seen behind his guard's extremely professional exterior...they weren't enough. Not before, and especially not now.
So he stepped away from ritual, and simply practiced that goodbye, over and over and over again, until he thought he could make it through without choking on it.
In the morning, he'd find out if it was enough.
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