Through The Darkness Falling 7/?
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.
[…] Denotes thoughts
Cold Return
I entered the estate an hour and eleven minutes after I had left it, looking for all the world as if I had just gotten back from taking an afternoon stroll through town. Which I suppose could be an accurate statement as far as it goes. As I entered the main chamber on the bottom floor, I was surprised to see both Shamar and Maiko present, talking softly with Neroon's servant, Kobarak. I hadn't seen either of them since my honeymoon a little over two weeks ago. They both looked distressed about something that Kobarak was telling them.
They happened to notice Delenn, Lennier and myself after a few seconds when Shamar happened to look up from his conversation. Once they all became aware that I was in the room the two Minbari had vastly different reaction.
"Thank Valen, for bringing you back to us Marcus." Shamar exclaimed looking quite relieved, while Maiko looked rather murderous.
"You deceitful dishonorable… Human!" Maiko hissed menacingly, advancing toward me looking as if I was a disgusting beast.
"Excuse me, Maiko, but quite frankly you have no idea what you are talking about." I said calmly, keeping a tight reign on my temper. "This has nothing to do with you, so kindly mind your own business."
"My business is the Satai's well-being, not that you would know anything about that, you power-hungry slut!" Sneered Maiko looking at me with utter loathing.
"Whom the bloody hell do you think you are talking to?" I bellowed advancing on Maiko in a fury. "Who was it that rescued that stubborn bastard from Shakiri? If I wanted to hurt him I could have left him where he was!"
"Not if you wanted to use his power to gain influence over the Warrior Caste." Maiko snarled in response.
"I don't give a damn about a bunch of stubborn prats, who obviously think I'm a bloody whore!" I screamed in anger at Maiko, before I turned my back to them and looked at Delenn in regret. "This obviously will not work. I am sorry Entil'zha, I did try."
As I walked toward the exit, a hand on my arm stopped my movement. Before I could move, I was hauled bodily around to glare into the irate face of Maiko.
"Where do you think you are going? You will not just leave the Satai in disgrace."
"Take your hand off me immediately, before you have no hand to remove." I said quietly, deadly serious. I was at a boiling point when it came to being insulted by Minbari for the afternoon. As we continued to glare at each other and before the others could play mediator, we were interrupted by a loud booming voice above us. There on the stairway looking down stood Neroon, looking formidable and as furious as I'd ever seen him.
"What is all the screaming in my house?"
"We were having a conversation." I hissed, glaring at him as he descended the stairs, an anger blazing in my eyes to match his own. I pulled my arm from Maiko's tight grasp and took a step around the stunned guardsman. "It is over now. Excuse me."
"You obviously came here for a reason, Marcus." Neroon commented trying to regain his composure. "I doubt it was so you could 'converse' with Maiko."
"Quite right." I answered, only then noticing the rather haggard look to Neroon that wasn't there a few hours ago. "But it seems unlikely, so I shall leave you to their tender mercies."
As I began walking this time it was Neroon's hand stopping me before I could leave all together. Where Maiko had grabbed me in a bruising grip, Neroon gripped my arm gently, almost caressingly. That was the only reason I didn't attack him where he stood.
"Marcus, please. We must speak." Neroon whispered softly in my ear, causing me to shiver in response to the unwittingly provocative gesture. I glanced at Neroon's impassive face, only seeing the hope in his eyes because he allowed me to.
"Very well." I agreed just as quietly. "The study?"
"Come." Neroon agreed as he led me from the room, not bothering to acknowledge the other occupants.
He kept a reassuring hand at my back as he lead me through the estate toward his study. It was only after the door was closed behind us, that I forced myself to move away from his scintillating touch. I gathered my anger around me as a cloak and managed to stare impassively at Neroon as he turned back around. Quietly he gestured me to sit across from him in front of the fireplace, which I did. After a few moments of uncomfortable, yet tension filled moments, I raised a questioning eyebrow.
"You wished to speak to me… so speak." I ordered, trying to keep my hurt from showing in my straight posture as he looked at me.
"As you wish…"
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.
[…] Denotes thoughts
Cold Return
I entered the estate an hour and eleven minutes after I had left it, looking for all the world as if I had just gotten back from taking an afternoon stroll through town. Which I suppose could be an accurate statement as far as it goes. As I entered the main chamber on the bottom floor, I was surprised to see both Shamar and Maiko present, talking softly with Neroon's servant, Kobarak. I hadn't seen either of them since my honeymoon a little over two weeks ago. They both looked distressed about something that Kobarak was telling them.
They happened to notice Delenn, Lennier and myself after a few seconds when Shamar happened to look up from his conversation. Once they all became aware that I was in the room the two Minbari had vastly different reaction.
"Thank Valen, for bringing you back to us Marcus." Shamar exclaimed looking quite relieved, while Maiko looked rather murderous.
"You deceitful dishonorable… Human!" Maiko hissed menacingly, advancing toward me looking as if I was a disgusting beast.
"Excuse me, Maiko, but quite frankly you have no idea what you are talking about." I said calmly, keeping a tight reign on my temper. "This has nothing to do with you, so kindly mind your own business."
"My business is the Satai's well-being, not that you would know anything about that, you power-hungry slut!" Sneered Maiko looking at me with utter loathing.
"Whom the bloody hell do you think you are talking to?" I bellowed advancing on Maiko in a fury. "Who was it that rescued that stubborn bastard from Shakiri? If I wanted to hurt him I could have left him where he was!"
"Not if you wanted to use his power to gain influence over the Warrior Caste." Maiko snarled in response.
"I don't give a damn about a bunch of stubborn prats, who obviously think I'm a bloody whore!" I screamed in anger at Maiko, before I turned my back to them and looked at Delenn in regret. "This obviously will not work. I am sorry Entil'zha, I did try."
As I walked toward the exit, a hand on my arm stopped my movement. Before I could move, I was hauled bodily around to glare into the irate face of Maiko.
"Where do you think you are going? You will not just leave the Satai in disgrace."
"Take your hand off me immediately, before you have no hand to remove." I said quietly, deadly serious. I was at a boiling point when it came to being insulted by Minbari for the afternoon. As we continued to glare at each other and before the others could play mediator, we were interrupted by a loud booming voice above us. There on the stairway looking down stood Neroon, looking formidable and as furious as I'd ever seen him.
"What is all the screaming in my house?"
"We were having a conversation." I hissed, glaring at him as he descended the stairs, an anger blazing in my eyes to match his own. I pulled my arm from Maiko's tight grasp and took a step around the stunned guardsman. "It is over now. Excuse me."
"You obviously came here for a reason, Marcus." Neroon commented trying to regain his composure. "I doubt it was so you could 'converse' with Maiko."
"Quite right." I answered, only then noticing the rather haggard look to Neroon that wasn't there a few hours ago. "But it seems unlikely, so I shall leave you to their tender mercies."
As I began walking this time it was Neroon's hand stopping me before I could leave all together. Where Maiko had grabbed me in a bruising grip, Neroon gripped my arm gently, almost caressingly. That was the only reason I didn't attack him where he stood.
"Marcus, please. We must speak." Neroon whispered softly in my ear, causing me to shiver in response to the unwittingly provocative gesture. I glanced at Neroon's impassive face, only seeing the hope in his eyes because he allowed me to.
"Very well." I agreed just as quietly. "The study?"
"Come." Neroon agreed as he led me from the room, not bothering to acknowledge the other occupants.
He kept a reassuring hand at my back as he lead me through the estate toward his study. It was only after the door was closed behind us, that I forced myself to move away from his scintillating touch. I gathered my anger around me as a cloak and managed to stare impassively at Neroon as he turned back around. Quietly he gestured me to sit across from him in front of the fireplace, which I did. After a few moments of uncomfortable, yet tension filled moments, I raised a questioning eyebrow.
"You wished to speak to me… so speak." I ordered, trying to keep my hurt from showing in my straight posture as he looked at me.
"As you wish…"