It is Just Our Way
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. Yet...
A/N: Well, I just finished Elegy for A Lost Star, and this fic was begging to be written. I know, it seems a bit OOC, as well as rather soppy, but I couldn't resist. My apologies. Flame if you feel the need; just try to keep it civil. Now, sit back and enjoy. (Hopefully)
It's just our way, she said to the great Wyrm Elynsynos. She felt shame for the way we tend to argue. Did she ever stop to think about why we argue? No. She sometimes has no more wit than her imbecile husband, the Lord Cymrian. Did it ever dawn on her that there was a reason I sharpen my tongue upon approaching her? No. It's just the way we are.
She could never see that her mere presence brings me comfort and release, her voice soothes my soul. She could never take the time to see past my surliness and grim manor once her golden soul mate appeared. Soul mate, she calls him, when it is really my heart that longs to beat in time to hers, my soul that longs for her as my queen.
I learned, however, that those who show their true feelings are hurt by those feelings in the end, which I refuse to let happen to me. So upon seeing her, I do not take her into my arms and scream my love to the world. Instead, I use my most effective weapon. No, not my cwellan. The weapon which protects my soul, not my body. I use harsh, stinging wit to hide what I feel.
Perhaps this seems cowardly. Perhaps it is. Who would have thought that The Brother was afraid of anything? I love her, but for that love, I loathe her. Bu tot tell her that, no. It is not my way.