Sleep Alone

Summary: Van wakes one night to see Dilandau standing outside his encampment, weaponless, lost and unsure who he is, or where he is. Hesitantly Van brings him under his roof and gives him aid. Van, trying to remember that this is Celena in reality tries to be hospitable for the confused tyrant. Van begins to experience different feelings, unsure if they are spawned with the knowledge that its actually Celena, or he's feeling attraction to someone he's seen as an enemy.

Rating: R

Warnings: Sexual Content, blood, and frightening elements, homosexual acts

Genre: Romance/Horror

Pairings: Van x Dilandau, Van x Hitomi (mentioned), Van x Celena (mentioned)

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Prologue:

He stood there, white linen pants, and white linen shirt stained with mud, bits of blood and grass. It was discolored from sweat around his armpits and neck. He stood there with blood running down his face, from a head wound that seemed serious. The rain diluted the blood quite a bit, but spread it further than his face. Down his neck, in his platinum hair. His feet were bruised black and blue at several toes, bloody from walking along stone and forest floor.

Van stood there, looking at the frightening figure standing in the forest's edge. It was like staring at a carnivorous animal that looked near death, starving. He was balancing the line of vulnerable and dangerous. The figure refused to move when he walked closer.

The other looked up, staring at Van with confusion. His eyes were no longer red with hate, they glowed like a faint candle, struggling to stay lit in a storm.

Van took another step towards the other. "Who are you?" Though the question was easily answered without the other's mention.

The other blinked, like he'd waken up. "Who are you?" He mimicked Van, the voice was just the same, a low purr from a lion, only more dazed than a drawl.

"I'm Van Fanel, the King of Fanelia, you're on my castle grounds."

The other reacted to the information, trying to process it. It seemed to spark some memory but was suddenly gone. "I… don't know… who I am." He then crumbled into a heap on the ground.

Van felt his eyes grow in shock. He rushed forward, and crouched to the other, ignoring the mud gathering around his knees. "Hey, wake up… are you ok?" The last thing he'd ever expect to say to Dilandau Albatou 10 years after the war.


Next Time:

Dilandau wakes up.