Through The Darkness Falling 11/?
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
The Craedem
Three days later Salic, the leader of the Craedem had agreed to meet with Neroon at a designated place and time of his choosing. Through a messenger it soon became clear that I wasn't welcome and that the only reason they agreed to speak to Neroon was because he was known as an honorable man. Since honor was a key characteristic in the Craedem, they agreed to at least hear the Satai out. They however, didn't take into consideration the fact that Neroon was as stubborn as anyone I've ever known. When Salic told Neroon that he could not bring me, Neroon took exception to being ordered about and resolutely insisted on bringing me with him.
"I believe you have temporarily forgotten who you are addressing." Neroon commented softly to Balinar, Salic's chief aide. "You do not order me, Balinar. I am Satai."
Before Balinar could answer that rather arrogant statement, Salic took his place at the view screen. Salic was middle-aged and worn around the edges, but for Minbari they merely looked more dignified as the years passed. This was certainly so for Salic. The male Minbari had an angular face and a pronounced bone crest; he sat with an air about him that commanded respect. Neroon was no exception, although he didn't let his arrogant posture change, he did straighten respectfully in his seat, as did Salic upon finally coming face to face with the Satai.
"We are aware of that fact." Salic responded imperviously. "We do not question your leadership position, only your right to hold it."
At that point I fully acknowledge that I lost my temper, but I would not just stand by and let some prat insult Neroon like that. {The bloody bastard!]
"Just who the hell do you think you are?" I snarled in defense of my mate. Before I could continue to dress down the high and mighty Minbari warrior he interrupted his every word dripping with disdain. "You dare question Neroon, when you attack one of us from behind? Where your vaunted honor now?"
"You should tell your human to watch his tongue when speaking to the Craedem." Hissed Salic furiously. "Others have been punished for far less insult."
Neroon opened his mouth presumably to try to get control of this discussion once again, but I merely talked over him in my anger.
"I would very much like to see you try, you bloody coward!" I assured the haughty Minbari, glaring through the view screen at him. "Unlike the pup your people attacked last time, I am a fully-trained Anla'shoc. You would not find it easy to 'punish' me."
"Marcus, stop this at once." Neroon growled softly in my ear. "We are trying to reach a peaceful resolution with these people, not incite a civil war."
I looked at Neroon defiantly before nodding slightly and leaning back into my seat, seemingly relaxed. Salic watched the exchange between us in silence.
"Now, Salic whether you personally dislike Marcus, you will respect him as is right of my Mate." Neroon growled protectively.
Instead of being reasonable cowed, Salic laughed bitterly and continued to glare at me, practically ignoring Neroon in the process.
"I do not recognize your mate. He is below the standards of the Warrior Caste. If you continue on this path I will have no choice but to eliminate him, in hopes of preserving your Minbari soul."
"You would dare to threaten the honored mate of a Satai?" Neroon asked in a combination of anger and shock.
"I do not recognize you as Satai, nor do the Craedem." Salic intoned somberly. "We will meet you as honor dictates we must of a clan leader, but do not expect recognition otherwise."
"You would turn your back on your caste so easily?" Neroon gasped, face quite pale.
"No sooner then it turned it's back on us." Salic answered, looking resolute in his decision.
"Very well, " Neroon agreed. "Send a message when the meeting has been scheduled. Neroon out."
The view screen soon faded to black as we both sat in silence. I grew increasingly worried about this Craedem having actually spoken to their leader. Unfortunately, although Salic was angry he wasn't a zealot of any kind, and seemed to be speaking sincerely.
"Salic's dangerous. I don't trust him." I commented after the silence began to grate on my nerves.
"He will behave in an honorable manner." Neroon assured me. "The Craedem is founded on it."
"Like attacking a student?" I questioned incredulously, shocked that Neroon was even attempting to defend their actions.
"He is warrior caste. It was a one on one fight, no others interfered."
"He could have been killed." I argued doggedly. "They attacked him while he was meditating."
"A warrior should be aware of his surroundings at all times, as you well know Marcus." Neroon answered calmly. "Besides, had the Craedem truly wished the boy killed, he would have been dead by now."
They are still dangerous." I asserted huffily. "I don't want you to go into their lair alone and unprotected."
"I will have Malinar and Maiko at my side." Neroon assured me. "I appreciate your concern though."
"You'd better." I grumbled annoyed at Neroon's confidence when I was feeling shaky and worried on his behalf.
"Don't concern yourself so." Neroon spoke softly nuzzling my neck. "We have a few days respite before we need to be anxious. Relax."
"I'll try." I answered with a soft sigh.
"Perhaps I can help you to relax." Neroon murmured comfortingly, before getting up from his chair and sitting directly behind me so that my back was flush against his chest. As he began firmly massaging my shoulders and then my neck, I found that Salic was the furthest thing from my mind at that moment. I couldn't help but purr at the exquisite attention from my lover and after a few moments I relaxed completely in to his caring hands.
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
The Craedem
Three days later Salic, the leader of the Craedem had agreed to meet with Neroon at a designated place and time of his choosing. Through a messenger it soon became clear that I wasn't welcome and that the only reason they agreed to speak to Neroon was because he was known as an honorable man. Since honor was a key characteristic in the Craedem, they agreed to at least hear the Satai out. They however, didn't take into consideration the fact that Neroon was as stubborn as anyone I've ever known. When Salic told Neroon that he could not bring me, Neroon took exception to being ordered about and resolutely insisted on bringing me with him.
"I believe you have temporarily forgotten who you are addressing." Neroon commented softly to Balinar, Salic's chief aide. "You do not order me, Balinar. I am Satai."
Before Balinar could answer that rather arrogant statement, Salic took his place at the view screen. Salic was middle-aged and worn around the edges, but for Minbari they merely looked more dignified as the years passed. This was certainly so for Salic. The male Minbari had an angular face and a pronounced bone crest; he sat with an air about him that commanded respect. Neroon was no exception, although he didn't let his arrogant posture change, he did straighten respectfully in his seat, as did Salic upon finally coming face to face with the Satai.
"We are aware of that fact." Salic responded imperviously. "We do not question your leadership position, only your right to hold it."
At that point I fully acknowledge that I lost my temper, but I would not just stand by and let some prat insult Neroon like that. {The bloody bastard!]
"Just who the hell do you think you are?" I snarled in defense of my mate. Before I could continue to dress down the high and mighty Minbari warrior he interrupted his every word dripping with disdain. "You dare question Neroon, when you attack one of us from behind? Where your vaunted honor now?"
"You should tell your human to watch his tongue when speaking to the Craedem." Hissed Salic furiously. "Others have been punished for far less insult."
Neroon opened his mouth presumably to try to get control of this discussion once again, but I merely talked over him in my anger.
"I would very much like to see you try, you bloody coward!" I assured the haughty Minbari, glaring through the view screen at him. "Unlike the pup your people attacked last time, I am a fully-trained Anla'shoc. You would not find it easy to 'punish' me."
"Marcus, stop this at once." Neroon growled softly in my ear. "We are trying to reach a peaceful resolution with these people, not incite a civil war."
I looked at Neroon defiantly before nodding slightly and leaning back into my seat, seemingly relaxed. Salic watched the exchange between us in silence.
"Now, Salic whether you personally dislike Marcus, you will respect him as is right of my Mate." Neroon growled protectively.
Instead of being reasonable cowed, Salic laughed bitterly and continued to glare at me, practically ignoring Neroon in the process.
"I do not recognize your mate. He is below the standards of the Warrior Caste. If you continue on this path I will have no choice but to eliminate him, in hopes of preserving your Minbari soul."
"You would dare to threaten the honored mate of a Satai?" Neroon asked in a combination of anger and shock.
"I do not recognize you as Satai, nor do the Craedem." Salic intoned somberly. "We will meet you as honor dictates we must of a clan leader, but do not expect recognition otherwise."
"You would turn your back on your caste so easily?" Neroon gasped, face quite pale.
"No sooner then it turned it's back on us." Salic answered, looking resolute in his decision.
"Very well, " Neroon agreed. "Send a message when the meeting has been scheduled. Neroon out."
The view screen soon faded to black as we both sat in silence. I grew increasingly worried about this Craedem having actually spoken to their leader. Unfortunately, although Salic was angry he wasn't a zealot of any kind, and seemed to be speaking sincerely.
"Salic's dangerous. I don't trust him." I commented after the silence began to grate on my nerves.
"He will behave in an honorable manner." Neroon assured me. "The Craedem is founded on it."
"Like attacking a student?" I questioned incredulously, shocked that Neroon was even attempting to defend their actions.
"He is warrior caste. It was a one on one fight, no others interfered."
"He could have been killed." I argued doggedly. "They attacked him while he was meditating."
"A warrior should be aware of his surroundings at all times, as you well know Marcus." Neroon answered calmly. "Besides, had the Craedem truly wished the boy killed, he would have been dead by now."
They are still dangerous." I asserted huffily. "I don't want you to go into their lair alone and unprotected."
"I will have Malinar and Maiko at my side." Neroon assured me. "I appreciate your concern though."
"You'd better." I grumbled annoyed at Neroon's confidence when I was feeling shaky and worried on his behalf.
"Don't concern yourself so." Neroon spoke softly nuzzling my neck. "We have a few days respite before we need to be anxious. Relax."
"I'll try." I answered with a soft sigh.
"Perhaps I can help you to relax." Neroon murmured comfortingly, before getting up from his chair and sitting directly behind me so that my back was flush against his chest. As he began firmly massaging my shoulders and then my neck, I found that Salic was the furthest thing from my mind at that moment. I couldn't help but purr at the exquisite attention from my lover and after a few moments I relaxed completely in to his caring hands.