Disclaimer: Characters used here and the fantasy universe of Tortall is not owned by me, but by the wonderful author Tamora Pierce.
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A.N.: My first oneshot on ff.- and first post in a very long time, as my readers would know.
Also a very different style in writing to my other story (and personally, I like this one better).
(I should really be editing Ch.11 for A New Beginning... but inspiration struck. Not something that happens to me often.)
Who can guess the pairing?
First to guess correctly gets a chocolate.
(Edit 11/07/08: The winner was eighthnote. Enjoy the imaginary-but-awesome-chocolate! )
Reviews would be much appreciated.
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"No. Don't leave me."
Words fail him.
He raises his hands, as if to claw out his scalp.
"Don't."
"Just… don't. I won't let you. No. All the things we went through-"
His voice breaks.
Silence.
He whispers brokenly into the chill air, as if the words are being torn out from his throat.
"I'll die."
An imploring hand is left unanswered.
Left kneeling.
"I will die."
The north wind silently berates the lone figure.
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Sudden laughter.
"Jon, what are you doing back here? Isn't it too early to be cleaning horse crap? And where were you last night? I missed you, blue-eyed bastard."
"You found me. I love you too, goddess, and I like horse crap enough to be down here, if it means nobody will see me practise- for that Midwinter festival you've been harping on about."
"Come here."
"I hear and I obey, o light of my day, o lover of my soul."
"………"
"………"
"…you've always been too smart for me. I forgive you, but that act had better be good."
Calloused fingers caress his cheeks lovingly.
And stooping down in their comfortable embrace, he murmurs softly into her ear:
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"It is."