Through The Darkness Falling 17/?
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
Neroon's Reaction
I walked off of the Ingata flanked by a silent Shamar and a glaring Maiko, overall a good use of a thirty-minute trip to alienate those closest to my husband. Not that I particularly cared if Maiko didn't like me, the feeling was more than mutual most of the time.
Neroon and a large contingent of Star Riders met us on the ground. The clan stayed standing further back as Neroon nearly stalked in my direction. Before I could begin my rehearsed speech I was taken in Neroon's arms and engulfed in his strength. It was all I could do not to cry like a little baby and let Neroon handle everything.
When he released me both of our eyes were surprisingly wet, although I was quite please that I hadn't made a spectacle of myself. I had just taken a deep breath to calm myself before I began my narrative when Neroon lead me into the estate. The warriors parted as we passed and bowed in respect for my return, which only served to get me even more choked up. [I've become a bloody watering pot.]
I wasn't really paying attention to where we were headed as we walked to the back of the house and entered a previously unused door. Upon entering I unconsciously moved backwards as I looked at the gathered elders of the Clans sitting patiently waiting for us. I turned around quickly and glared Neroon in frustration.
"What the bloody hell is this?" I hissed in outrage. [There is no way I'm going to explain what happened to all of these people. Most of them despise me already. I wasn't even sure if I could tell Neroon. Damn it!]
"Marcus." Neroon began in a soft voice, as if trying to calm down a wild animal. [I'll show him wild. The bastard.] "When an Alit, any Alit, is kidnapped by other Minbari, it is a cause for concern for all of the clans."
"How the hell do you know what happened?" I snarled furiously, yet careful to keep my voice soft.
"Shamar told me what you told him when he contacted you." Neroon answered softly before raising his voice so that the others could hear. "The Craedem attacked an Alit, mate of the Satai."
There were disbelieving murmurs throughout the room, but Marcus paid attention to none of them. Instead he continued to glare at Neroon's now turned head.
"He was injured while in their care, although the extent of which we have yet to hear, and he was attacked without proper protocol on the grounds of this very estate. Those who attacked him did so without honor." Neroon continued in a controlled voice ignoring the surprised glance I sent him when he mentioned my 'injuries.'
After having addressed the council of elders, Neroon led me to a seat at the head of the table and sat next to me. Since I was still busy glaring at Neroon I didn't notice the concerned glances at my face, nor the whispering that followed. Neroon on the other hand catalogued everyone's responses while grinning at me, which only fueled my anger.
"If you will tell us what happened." Malinar suggested, sitting forward in his seat in anticipation. I looked over at him and growled softly before forcing my tense muscles to relax. Since my displeasure didn't seem to faze Malinar I quieted down and began telling them how I was taken in a monotonous tone of voice.
"Very well, since you all obviously came here to hear the story. I was in my quarters when I heard the chime ring signaling someone wanted to enter. I thought it was one of the servants trying to shove more food down my throat on Neroon's orders, so I went to answer it. Before I could do more that invite them in I was hit in the head with a pike and knocked out. When I woke up, I found out I was being held by the Craedem. They kept me in a well-furnished room. The guards fed me regularly and occasionally Salic would come by to taunt me. On the last day of my captivity I was even given a console that had a video feed of Neroon and the negotiations. Salic had mentioned that if nothing came of the negotiations that he would challenge Neroon's right to be Satai. Here I got confused. He mentioned fighting me as Neroon's champion."
"He meant to challenge my right to succession. He is correct that he could name my mate Champion in my stead." Neroon explained thoughtfully. "A cunning plan."
"Quite." Malinar agreed. "One he could still employ yet."
"We will discuss that possibility in a moment." Neroon acknowledged. "Marcus if you would finish your narrative."
"Anyway, after two days sitting around for a rescue, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I managed to get out of the compound and steal a ship where I contacted Shamar from when I was out of range." I answered as concisely as possible.
"You seem to have left something out of your account." Malinar commented impassively. I couldn't help panicking as I looked at the gathered warriors in fear. [How could they know?]
"I don't know what you're talking about." I answered somewhat calmly, keeping the fear out of my voice. Malinar continued to look at me curiously for a few seconds before motioning to my face.
"You have a large bruise on your forehead and a bloodied lip. You left out how that happened." Malinar commented softly. "Unless there is more that you left out as well."
I ignored the last comment in favor of coming up with an explanation of the first.
"Salic's guard Macarle came in to feed me." I answered, fighting down a shiver. "I was expecting him and I got these bruises after the tussle that followed. I ended up using my head to knock him unconscious and I took his denn'bok. I used it to knock out each of the Minbari in my way, including Salic. Trust me, the other guys look much worse off."
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
Neroon's Reaction
I walked off of the Ingata flanked by a silent Shamar and a glaring Maiko, overall a good use of a thirty-minute trip to alienate those closest to my husband. Not that I particularly cared if Maiko didn't like me, the feeling was more than mutual most of the time.
Neroon and a large contingent of Star Riders met us on the ground. The clan stayed standing further back as Neroon nearly stalked in my direction. Before I could begin my rehearsed speech I was taken in Neroon's arms and engulfed in his strength. It was all I could do not to cry like a little baby and let Neroon handle everything.
When he released me both of our eyes were surprisingly wet, although I was quite please that I hadn't made a spectacle of myself. I had just taken a deep breath to calm myself before I began my narrative when Neroon lead me into the estate. The warriors parted as we passed and bowed in respect for my return, which only served to get me even more choked up. [I've become a bloody watering pot.]
I wasn't really paying attention to where we were headed as we walked to the back of the house and entered a previously unused door. Upon entering I unconsciously moved backwards as I looked at the gathered elders of the Clans sitting patiently waiting for us. I turned around quickly and glared Neroon in frustration.
"What the bloody hell is this?" I hissed in outrage. [There is no way I'm going to explain what happened to all of these people. Most of them despise me already. I wasn't even sure if I could tell Neroon. Damn it!]
"Marcus." Neroon began in a soft voice, as if trying to calm down a wild animal. [I'll show him wild. The bastard.] "When an Alit, any Alit, is kidnapped by other Minbari, it is a cause for concern for all of the clans."
"How the hell do you know what happened?" I snarled furiously, yet careful to keep my voice soft.
"Shamar told me what you told him when he contacted you." Neroon answered softly before raising his voice so that the others could hear. "The Craedem attacked an Alit, mate of the Satai."
There were disbelieving murmurs throughout the room, but Marcus paid attention to none of them. Instead he continued to glare at Neroon's now turned head.
"He was injured while in their care, although the extent of which we have yet to hear, and he was attacked without proper protocol on the grounds of this very estate. Those who attacked him did so without honor." Neroon continued in a controlled voice ignoring the surprised glance I sent him when he mentioned my 'injuries.'
After having addressed the council of elders, Neroon led me to a seat at the head of the table and sat next to me. Since I was still busy glaring at Neroon I didn't notice the concerned glances at my face, nor the whispering that followed. Neroon on the other hand catalogued everyone's responses while grinning at me, which only fueled my anger.
"If you will tell us what happened." Malinar suggested, sitting forward in his seat in anticipation. I looked over at him and growled softly before forcing my tense muscles to relax. Since my displeasure didn't seem to faze Malinar I quieted down and began telling them how I was taken in a monotonous tone of voice.
"Very well, since you all obviously came here to hear the story. I was in my quarters when I heard the chime ring signaling someone wanted to enter. I thought it was one of the servants trying to shove more food down my throat on Neroon's orders, so I went to answer it. Before I could do more that invite them in I was hit in the head with a pike and knocked out. When I woke up, I found out I was being held by the Craedem. They kept me in a well-furnished room. The guards fed me regularly and occasionally Salic would come by to taunt me. On the last day of my captivity I was even given a console that had a video feed of Neroon and the negotiations. Salic had mentioned that if nothing came of the negotiations that he would challenge Neroon's right to be Satai. Here I got confused. He mentioned fighting me as Neroon's champion."
"He meant to challenge my right to succession. He is correct that he could name my mate Champion in my stead." Neroon explained thoughtfully. "A cunning plan."
"Quite." Malinar agreed. "One he could still employ yet."
"We will discuss that possibility in a moment." Neroon acknowledged. "Marcus if you would finish your narrative."
"Anyway, after two days sitting around for a rescue, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I managed to get out of the compound and steal a ship where I contacted Shamar from when I was out of range." I answered as concisely as possible.
"You seem to have left something out of your account." Malinar commented impassively. I couldn't help panicking as I looked at the gathered warriors in fear. [How could they know?]
"I don't know what you're talking about." I answered somewhat calmly, keeping the fear out of my voice. Malinar continued to look at me curiously for a few seconds before motioning to my face.
"You have a large bruise on your forehead and a bloodied lip. You left out how that happened." Malinar commented softly. "Unless there is more that you left out as well."
I ignored the last comment in favor of coming up with an explanation of the first.
"Salic's guard Macarle came in to feed me." I answered, fighting down a shiver. "I was expecting him and I got these bruises after the tussle that followed. I ended up using my head to knock him unconscious and I took his denn'bok. I used it to knock out each of the Minbari in my way, including Salic. Trust me, the other guys look much worse off."