Short, drabble-ish thing I wrote when I got the dialogue in the first scene stuck in my head. The title took a minute. It's a quote, actually, said by Roland. :D
Will took hold of Geoff, pulling him so close, their lips nearly touched. He attempted a kiss, but Geoff pulled away, shaking his head.
"No, William." He said, voice firm.
Will frowned. "But why? I thought you loved me. You said so yourself."
"I do." Geoff said, expression saddening. "Oh Lord do I. Too much." He paused, and then sighed wearily. "But what does it matter, when you do not feel the same?"
Will blinked, expression that of puzzlement. "But…I do."
Geoff smiled solemnly. "No, I'm afraid you do not." He turned, trudging back to his tent and lying on his make-shift bed drowsily.
He hadn't desired to say no. But he knew that it was necessary. William did not incite the same feelings as he, and he acknowledged with sorrow that he never would. If he were to agree to a night with the object of his ardor, he would be nothing more than a replacement for a certain, unwilling Aphrodite. And, though he would enjoy the would-be happenings tonight, tomorrow it would fill him with nothing but agony and remorse.
No, he would not be so foolish. He had to refuse William, not only for his own fortune, but for Will's own.
He sighed again, rapidly becoming somnolent, and turned over, silently awaiting for sleep to claim him.
Aww, poor Geoff...*hugs him* oh how I torture my favorites so...
Word count: 220
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