Through The Darkness Falling 2/?
Sequel to: Journey of Love
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.
Authors note #2: Hey sorry about the gap between stories, but I am absolutely hopeless when it comes to remotely intimate scenes of any kind… so c'est la vi. If anyone wants to write out their honeymoon week feel free. I would love to read it.
[…] Denotes thoughts
A Compromise
"Marcus did not know about your intentions ahead of time, but the fact remains that the Rite is very ritualistic. You must have had this planned days ahead of time. In those intermitting days, you could not find the time to inform me at the least?' Delenn asked after we all sat down at the conference table.
"Quite frankly Entil'zha, I did not think it was any of your concern." Neroon answered calmly looking Delenn in the eye. "This is our personal life not a matter of politics."
"I never took you for naïve Neroon." Delenn commented coldly. "You know perfectly well the possible repercussions of a Minbari leader bonding to an Anla'shoc. Disregarding the fact that Marcus is human, as I have no cause to judge, you know the problems between the Warrior Caste and the Ranger's. It has been going on for many years."
"True." Neroon acknowledged. "But do you not think our union will help bring an end to the conflict?"
"Perhaps." Delenn murmured thoughtfully. "But you are not going to make him a simple consort in your image."
"I would not-"
"He is still Anla'shoc." Delenn interrupted. "And as such has duties to perform."
"I would not interfere with his duties, within reason of course." Neroon assured her.
During all of this squabbling I was getting more and more frustrated, glancing toward Lennier he looked like he sympathized. They continued to discuss my future like I wasn't even in the room. Eventually I had had enough of their personal hostilities.
"First off, Neroon you have no say in my duties to Delenn. I am Anla'shoc, just as you are Satai. I would not presume to interfere in your duties and I would like the same respect." I practically growled at the stubborn Minbari sitting next to me. "Secondly, Delenn my place is by Neroon's side. If you need me for missions I will continue to serve you in any capacity I can, but don't make this into a pissing contest because I promise you you'll lose."
Although I spoke quietly I got my point forcefully across to both of them. Delenn looked like I had punched her in the stomach and Neroon looked like he had a bad taste in his mouth. I felt terrible for talking to Delenn like that, but I needed her to understand my position. Neroon on the other hand, needed a good kick in the balls to get him back under control. Even under the best of circumstances these two combine like oil and water, so this sniping at each other wasn't helping anyone.
"Delenn, you know I would protect you with my life, and death, and I will continue to do so." I added softly, squeezing her hand in reassurance. "But I will not choose between the two most important people in my life, not even for you."
I continued to watch her as she processed my words. Finally she looked at me with tears in her eyes and held my hand securely in her own.
"I am sorry, Marcus. I was angry at not being consulted." Delenn explained. "I hope you know me better than to think I would make you choose between us."
"Of course, Delenn." I answered, letting a crooked smile grace my face. I was rewarded with a warm smile in return.
"Good." Delenn sighed. "I suppose I will need a new liaison for the Satai anyway. An Anla'shoc in that position is politically advantageous if nothing else."
"So you're okay with this?" I asked hesitantly.
"I will learn to deal with the situation, although I would have chose differently had I the option." Delenn answered. "However, I want you to be happy, and for some unfathomable reason Neroon seems to make you happy."
"Thank you, Entil'zha." Neroon said sincerely, reaching out a hand to Delenn. I did not think she would reciprocate but Delenn surprised me when she took his hand in hers.
"Take care of him." Delenn ordered harshly keeping a strong grasp on Neroon's hand.
"I will." Neroon responded simply though wholeheartedly. "I give you my word."
Sequel to: Journey of Love
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.
Authors note #2: Hey sorry about the gap between stories, but I am absolutely hopeless when it comes to remotely intimate scenes of any kind… so c'est la vi. If anyone wants to write out their honeymoon week feel free. I would love to read it.
[…] Denotes thoughts
A Compromise
"Marcus did not know about your intentions ahead of time, but the fact remains that the Rite is very ritualistic. You must have had this planned days ahead of time. In those intermitting days, you could not find the time to inform me at the least?' Delenn asked after we all sat down at the conference table.
"Quite frankly Entil'zha, I did not think it was any of your concern." Neroon answered calmly looking Delenn in the eye. "This is our personal life not a matter of politics."
"I never took you for naïve Neroon." Delenn commented coldly. "You know perfectly well the possible repercussions of a Minbari leader bonding to an Anla'shoc. Disregarding the fact that Marcus is human, as I have no cause to judge, you know the problems between the Warrior Caste and the Ranger's. It has been going on for many years."
"True." Neroon acknowledged. "But do you not think our union will help bring an end to the conflict?"
"Perhaps." Delenn murmured thoughtfully. "But you are not going to make him a simple consort in your image."
"I would not-"
"He is still Anla'shoc." Delenn interrupted. "And as such has duties to perform."
"I would not interfere with his duties, within reason of course." Neroon assured her.
During all of this squabbling I was getting more and more frustrated, glancing toward Lennier he looked like he sympathized. They continued to discuss my future like I wasn't even in the room. Eventually I had had enough of their personal hostilities.
"First off, Neroon you have no say in my duties to Delenn. I am Anla'shoc, just as you are Satai. I would not presume to interfere in your duties and I would like the same respect." I practically growled at the stubborn Minbari sitting next to me. "Secondly, Delenn my place is by Neroon's side. If you need me for missions I will continue to serve you in any capacity I can, but don't make this into a pissing contest because I promise you you'll lose."
Although I spoke quietly I got my point forcefully across to both of them. Delenn looked like I had punched her in the stomach and Neroon looked like he had a bad taste in his mouth. I felt terrible for talking to Delenn like that, but I needed her to understand my position. Neroon on the other hand, needed a good kick in the balls to get him back under control. Even under the best of circumstances these two combine like oil and water, so this sniping at each other wasn't helping anyone.
"Delenn, you know I would protect you with my life, and death, and I will continue to do so." I added softly, squeezing her hand in reassurance. "But I will not choose between the two most important people in my life, not even for you."
I continued to watch her as she processed my words. Finally she looked at me with tears in her eyes and held my hand securely in her own.
"I am sorry, Marcus. I was angry at not being consulted." Delenn explained. "I hope you know me better than to think I would make you choose between us."
"Of course, Delenn." I answered, letting a crooked smile grace my face. I was rewarded with a warm smile in return.
"Good." Delenn sighed. "I suppose I will need a new liaison for the Satai anyway. An Anla'shoc in that position is politically advantageous if nothing else."
"So you're okay with this?" I asked hesitantly.
"I will learn to deal with the situation, although I would have chose differently had I the option." Delenn answered. "However, I want you to be happy, and for some unfathomable reason Neroon seems to make you happy."
"Thank you, Entil'zha." Neroon said sincerely, reaching out a hand to Delenn. I did not think she would reciprocate but Delenn surprised me when she took his hand in hers.
"Take care of him." Delenn ordered harshly keeping a strong grasp on Neroon's hand.
"I will." Neroon responded simply though wholeheartedly. "I give you my word."