I took this off a while ago, because I had the plan that I was going to rewrite some of it, but I've been too busy with exams etc.
So I'll change it later
All characters belong to Mercedes Lackey
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This is kind of strange. But I hope you like it n e way.
Please review.
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Stefen lent against the windowsill, as he watched Van stir in his slumber. Stef saw Vanyel scowl in his sleep, while he muttered something unintelligible. Stef watched as the greatest Herald Mage ever to live rolled over – in his bed. It made Stef smile to think that he of all people had one Vanyel's heart. Or at least, Vanyel had said as much. But sometimes Stef wondered…
Vanyel saw a person on top of a cliff, a dark silhouette against the moon. When he got closer Vanyel stopped.
'Stef?' he called out, wondering whether it was his love. The person turned around. Vanyel's eyes widened as he looked into the eyes of a blonde angel.
''Lendel?' Vanyel whispered hesitantly.
'Hello ashke,' the young man replied, reaching out to capture Vanyel's hand. 'It's been a long time since I last saw you,' Tylendel said, smiling wistfully. 'I see you've been busy saving the world again.'
'You were the one who taught me that I had to,' Vanyel reminded 'Lendel.
'Hmm. That's true. Only I didn't realise that you were the one who was going to be risking his life every time he turned around. It could have been so different.' Tylendel said, almost wishfully. 'I'm so sorry ashke. You have no idea how sorry I am.'
'I think I do,' Vanyel replied softly.
Tylendel winced as he heard the emotion in Vanyel's voice. 'I didn't want to hurt you,' 'Lendel murmured.
Vanyel shook his head, determined not to think of the past. 'What's done is done 'Lendel. Neither of us can turn back time.'
Stef sat upright as he heard Vanyel whisper ''Lendel?' in his sleep. Stef laughed humourlessly. So it was true; Vanyel's heart was still captured by a ghost. Stef shook his head; he couldn't believe that he fooled himself into believing that the greatest herald mage of all time – Vanyel Ashkevron- loved him. Stef looked at the sleeping man. Van was still tense from being out on the roads for the past few weeks. Lines of worry still etched on his face. Stef longed to take the older man in his arms, to comfort him, to love him, until all the worries went away.
Maybe he was imagining things. Maybe he was paranoid. Perhaps Vanyel hadn't said the name of his old lover. Possibly Stef was still the one Vanyel loved.
Stef muttered to himself. Telling himself that he shouldn't be jealous of a dead person. He didn't usually get all worked up when Vanyel talked about 'Lendel.
It had just been so long since Stef and Vanyel had been together, without being interrupted by a call for Vanyel to go out on the road. He had wanted tonight to be perfect. And it had been, until Stef had made the mistake of getting up in the middle of the night to have a drink.
Stef was no longer sure whether Van actually loved him. Once again Vanyel muttered in his sleep. ''Lendel wait…' Vanyel called out softly.
Tears filled Stef's emerald eyes, and threatened to overflow. He told himself that he was being over sensitive. But Stef wasn't in the mood to follow reason.
He promised himself that he was just going for a walk, but knew that was not true, as he got up and walked out of the room that he and Vanyel shared.
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I know it kind of didn't get anywhere, but it is only the first chap so things will improve.
