Journey of Love
Chapter Ten
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Marcus and Neroon, or anyone else from
Babylon 5.
Authors notes: Rated PG-13 Contains slash: two males in a romantic/sexual (although not explicit) relationship. If this offends you please turn back now.
If the formatting is screwed up please forgive me. I still haven't gotten the hang of it yet.
As it turned out the meeting with Eedeer lasted longer than expected so I ended up meeting Neroon at dinner with everyone else. When he entered the room all conversation came to an abrupt halt. Considering that, for the most part with few possible exceptions, the clans only barely tolerate each other this was a massive show of respect for the Alit. Once everyone settled down the dinner went rather well. Leaders from various clans were discussing the particulars of the ceremony with Neroon and I was content to watch.
I hadn't realized until then how comfortable he was with his fellow warriors. On the station Neroon seemed staid and overly proud, bordering on arrogant. Here, he was still a warrior proud of his accomplishments, but the arrogance was missing. I was rendered out of my thoughts by uproarious laughter to my left hand side.
"Come on Neroon. You mean to tell me that once you become Satai again you have no plans to overthrow Delenn?" Gustier asked in between laughing.
"That is exactly what I am saying." Neroon replied somberly, which was enough to get the other delegates attention. They stopped talking and listened to the Alit, Gustier however paid no mind to those around him.
"You would have vast support if you wanted to oust that human-loving fool Delenn. She has no business being Entil'zha, as well you know."
Before I could get up to defend Delenn's honor, Neroon placed a firm hand on my upper-thigh keeping me in place. Glaring in Neroon's direction I tried to stand only to once again be restrained. I only calmed down somewhat due to Neroon's fingers rubbing soothing circles on my thigh. During this mini-revolt that only we were privy to, we both kept our expressions carefully blank. Once I finally sat back in my chair and Neroon was convinced I wasn't about to attack Gustier, he turned his attention to the Minbari sitting at the table.
"If you had not noticed you are in the presence of a human Anla'shoc, who just so happens to be here at my invitation. Please remember that fact in the future when you feel the need to insult both the Entil'zha and humans in his presence. Also, I suggest you remember who you are speaking to when you address me. Are we understood?" Neroon stated in a very controlled tone, keeping his voice conversational, addressing everyone not just Gustier. He only resumed eating after getting a nod from each and every Minbari delegate.
"I didn't think you cared if any of them were disrespectful towards Delenn." I commented after dinner resumed, thoroughly confused by Neroon's actions.
"I did not." Neroon answered. Still not knowing what to think I merely raised an eyebrow questioningly. "I do, however, care if people disrespect you."
Not having the vaguest idea of how to respond I stayed silent, ignoring the pleasure I got from his words. Throughout the rest of the meal I couldn't seem to stop myself from staring at him. If Neroon did in fact notice my perusal he didn't mention it.
Staring at the ceiling of my room later that night, I tried to convince myself that I didn't miss Neroon's warmth beside me as I slept, nor that I cared if he was concerned about my feelings. Unfortunately, I couldn't convince myself of either.
Chapter Ten
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Marcus and Neroon, or anyone else from
Babylon 5.
Authors notes: Rated PG-13 Contains slash: two males in a romantic/sexual (although not explicit) relationship. If this offends you please turn back now.
If the formatting is screwed up please forgive me. I still haven't gotten the hang of it yet.
As it turned out the meeting with Eedeer lasted longer than expected so I ended up meeting Neroon at dinner with everyone else. When he entered the room all conversation came to an abrupt halt. Considering that, for the most part with few possible exceptions, the clans only barely tolerate each other this was a massive show of respect for the Alit. Once everyone settled down the dinner went rather well. Leaders from various clans were discussing the particulars of the ceremony with Neroon and I was content to watch.
I hadn't realized until then how comfortable he was with his fellow warriors. On the station Neroon seemed staid and overly proud, bordering on arrogant. Here, he was still a warrior proud of his accomplishments, but the arrogance was missing. I was rendered out of my thoughts by uproarious laughter to my left hand side.
"Come on Neroon. You mean to tell me that once you become Satai again you have no plans to overthrow Delenn?" Gustier asked in between laughing.
"That is exactly what I am saying." Neroon replied somberly, which was enough to get the other delegates attention. They stopped talking and listened to the Alit, Gustier however paid no mind to those around him.
"You would have vast support if you wanted to oust that human-loving fool Delenn. She has no business being Entil'zha, as well you know."
Before I could get up to defend Delenn's honor, Neroon placed a firm hand on my upper-thigh keeping me in place. Glaring in Neroon's direction I tried to stand only to once again be restrained. I only calmed down somewhat due to Neroon's fingers rubbing soothing circles on my thigh. During this mini-revolt that only we were privy to, we both kept our expressions carefully blank. Once I finally sat back in my chair and Neroon was convinced I wasn't about to attack Gustier, he turned his attention to the Minbari sitting at the table.
"If you had not noticed you are in the presence of a human Anla'shoc, who just so happens to be here at my invitation. Please remember that fact in the future when you feel the need to insult both the Entil'zha and humans in his presence. Also, I suggest you remember who you are speaking to when you address me. Are we understood?" Neroon stated in a very controlled tone, keeping his voice conversational, addressing everyone not just Gustier. He only resumed eating after getting a nod from each and every Minbari delegate.
"I didn't think you cared if any of them were disrespectful towards Delenn." I commented after dinner resumed, thoroughly confused by Neroon's actions.
"I did not." Neroon answered. Still not knowing what to think I merely raised an eyebrow questioningly. "I do, however, care if people disrespect you."
Not having the vaguest idea of how to respond I stayed silent, ignoring the pleasure I got from his words. Throughout the rest of the meal I couldn't seem to stop myself from staring at him. If Neroon did in fact notice my perusal he didn't mention it.
Staring at the ceiling of my room later that night, I tried to convince myself that I didn't miss Neroon's warmth beside me as I slept, nor that I cared if he was concerned about my feelings. Unfortunately, I couldn't convince myself of either.
