Through The Darkness Falling 18/?
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
Much Needed Snuggles
Before the Warrior Caste decided what action to take against the Craedem Neroon suggested a break for the night to consider all the options. A meeting was called for the early morning to continue discussing what to do after a night to cool off and think rationally. Just as Neroon and I were leaving the council room Malinar stopped me.
"Marcus, it's good that you are back with us." He told me formally.
"It's good to be back." I acknowledged gratefully. "At least here nobody tries to attack me from behind. Nope, I can always count on you guys to come at me from the front."
"Come on." Neroon interrupted softly, shooting an apologetic look to the warrior. "He's just tired."
"Since when have any of your people given a damn about me?" I continued undeterred. "We both know that the majority of the warrior caste would be more than happy if I weren't Alit. The only reason they give a bloody damn now is because the office of Alit has been besmirched and you know it. This has absolutely nothing to do with my well being."
"That is not true." Malinar interrupted my rant quietly.
"Isn't it?" I asked.
"We have all had a trying few days, let's discuss this at another time when Marcus has had time to calm down and tempers under control." Neroon interjected forcefully, putting a hand on my arm trying to pull me inconspicuously from the room. The other Minbari had begun to watch the proceedings with interest, but I couldn't bring myself to care worth a damn.
"When you lead the rescue for Neroon and single-handedly beat Shakiri, I will not speak for others, but you gained my respect that day. As you know I was opposed to you from the very beginning, but now I would walk through fire for you just as I would the Satai. I do not proclaim that lightly nor frequently." Malinar answered solemnly. "Now having said all that, I will tell you that some in this room were not and are not comfortable with you being among our caste. Even though that is the case, we all will defend you from others who would seek to harm you. You are our Alit, whether we approve or not, whether you want us protect you or not."
"Fine." I answered shortly before turning away, mumbling under my breath. "Bloody stubborn prat."
"And Marcus?" Malinar called after me. Only after I turned around did he continue speaking. "I am glad you are safe. I would have hated to have to come rescue you."
"I'm sure you never would have let me live it down." I snarked back at him good-naturedly before going to bed for the night.
As Neroon and I entered our chambers I released a relieved sigh in contentment, leaning back into Neroon's comforting arms. He had kept his arm around me since the end of the meeting, seemingly aware that I needed him close to me, without me having to say a word. Once we were alone I simply collapsed limply in his embrace and let him hold me up for a few minutes.
I felt safe for the first time since this whole ordeal began and I wanted to keep that feeling with me as long as possible. Neroon seemed inclined to humor my sudden clinginess and lifted me effortlessly off my feet. He lay me down on our bed and quickly joined me bring my shivering form back into his arms, pulling me so that I was practically on top of him. Once we were both comfortable he pulled the heavy blankets over us and created a cocoon of warmth for me to burrow in.
"I'm glad you came back to me safely." Neroon murmured into my hair, stroking my back gently as I continued to shiver. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"Are you all right?" Neroon asked gently.
"'M fine." I answered quietly with my head buried in his shoulder. Neroon ignored my assurance and continued stroking my sides trying to calm me.
"That was quite a performance that you gave the council. Now what really happened?" He asked in concern.
"I told you-"
"The truth Marcus." Neroon interrupted. "Something has got you upset and I know you well enough to know that not much can get to you this way. Now please tell me what happened."
"It's nothing."
"To borrow a phrase 'like hell!' Now please tell me what happened. You are not injured are you? Shamar told me you refused to go to the medic." Neroon asked worriedly, pushing me above him to look me over critically.
"Salic treated me fairly well. Everything I told the council was the truth. I.. was attacked tonight as I slept." I began hesitantly. By the time I finished I was in tears, gasping and holding on to Neroon as I cried myself hoarse. "I don't even know if Macarle is dead or not. That bastard… he…"
I couldn't finish as I lost it completely and began sobbing uncontrollably. Neroon held me murmuring quietly in my ear until I quieted down somewhat. It took me many long moments before I realized that Neroon was whispering pledges to kill the Craedem for me.
"None of them will ever hurt you again, Love. I will make sure of that."
"Don't do anything rash." I pleaded with Neroon half-heartedly as I continued to cling to his muscular form in support. "That's why I didn't want you to know. I don't want you to start a war over this."
Neroon could tell that I was getting myself upset again so he dropped the discussion for the moment.
"Very well love, but we will talk about this tomorrow." Neroon promised. "For now let's get some sleep."
"I don't know if I can." I murmured in embarrassment. "Every time I close my eyes I see him hovering above me."
"Don't worry, Marcus. I will protect you." Neroon swore to me, holding me tightly against him as I lay down on his chest. "Even from nightmares. Go to sleep, love. I will keep watch."
I believed him.
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
Much Needed Snuggles
Before the Warrior Caste decided what action to take against the Craedem Neroon suggested a break for the night to consider all the options. A meeting was called for the early morning to continue discussing what to do after a night to cool off and think rationally. Just as Neroon and I were leaving the council room Malinar stopped me.
"Marcus, it's good that you are back with us." He told me formally.
"It's good to be back." I acknowledged gratefully. "At least here nobody tries to attack me from behind. Nope, I can always count on you guys to come at me from the front."
"Come on." Neroon interrupted softly, shooting an apologetic look to the warrior. "He's just tired."
"Since when have any of your people given a damn about me?" I continued undeterred. "We both know that the majority of the warrior caste would be more than happy if I weren't Alit. The only reason they give a bloody damn now is because the office of Alit has been besmirched and you know it. This has absolutely nothing to do with my well being."
"That is not true." Malinar interrupted my rant quietly.
"Isn't it?" I asked.
"We have all had a trying few days, let's discuss this at another time when Marcus has had time to calm down and tempers under control." Neroon interjected forcefully, putting a hand on my arm trying to pull me inconspicuously from the room. The other Minbari had begun to watch the proceedings with interest, but I couldn't bring myself to care worth a damn.
"When you lead the rescue for Neroon and single-handedly beat Shakiri, I will not speak for others, but you gained my respect that day. As you know I was opposed to you from the very beginning, but now I would walk through fire for you just as I would the Satai. I do not proclaim that lightly nor frequently." Malinar answered solemnly. "Now having said all that, I will tell you that some in this room were not and are not comfortable with you being among our caste. Even though that is the case, we all will defend you from others who would seek to harm you. You are our Alit, whether we approve or not, whether you want us protect you or not."
"Fine." I answered shortly before turning away, mumbling under my breath. "Bloody stubborn prat."
"And Marcus?" Malinar called after me. Only after I turned around did he continue speaking. "I am glad you are safe. I would have hated to have to come rescue you."
"I'm sure you never would have let me live it down." I snarked back at him good-naturedly before going to bed for the night.
As Neroon and I entered our chambers I released a relieved sigh in contentment, leaning back into Neroon's comforting arms. He had kept his arm around me since the end of the meeting, seemingly aware that I needed him close to me, without me having to say a word. Once we were alone I simply collapsed limply in his embrace and let him hold me up for a few minutes.
I felt safe for the first time since this whole ordeal began and I wanted to keep that feeling with me as long as possible. Neroon seemed inclined to humor my sudden clinginess and lifted me effortlessly off my feet. He lay me down on our bed and quickly joined me bring my shivering form back into his arms, pulling me so that I was practically on top of him. Once we were both comfortable he pulled the heavy blankets over us and created a cocoon of warmth for me to burrow in.
"I'm glad you came back to me safely." Neroon murmured into my hair, stroking my back gently as I continued to shiver. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"Are you all right?" Neroon asked gently.
"'M fine." I answered quietly with my head buried in his shoulder. Neroon ignored my assurance and continued stroking my sides trying to calm me.
"That was quite a performance that you gave the council. Now what really happened?" He asked in concern.
"I told you-"
"The truth Marcus." Neroon interrupted. "Something has got you upset and I know you well enough to know that not much can get to you this way. Now please tell me what happened."
"It's nothing."
"To borrow a phrase 'like hell!' Now please tell me what happened. You are not injured are you? Shamar told me you refused to go to the medic." Neroon asked worriedly, pushing me above him to look me over critically.
"Salic treated me fairly well. Everything I told the council was the truth. I.. was attacked tonight as I slept." I began hesitantly. By the time I finished I was in tears, gasping and holding on to Neroon as I cried myself hoarse. "I don't even know if Macarle is dead or not. That bastard… he…"
I couldn't finish as I lost it completely and began sobbing uncontrollably. Neroon held me murmuring quietly in my ear until I quieted down somewhat. It took me many long moments before I realized that Neroon was whispering pledges to kill the Craedem for me.
"None of them will ever hurt you again, Love. I will make sure of that."
"Don't do anything rash." I pleaded with Neroon half-heartedly as I continued to cling to his muscular form in support. "That's why I didn't want you to know. I don't want you to start a war over this."
Neroon could tell that I was getting myself upset again so he dropped the discussion for the moment.
"Very well love, but we will talk about this tomorrow." Neroon promised. "For now let's get some sleep."
"I don't know if I can." I murmured in embarrassment. "Every time I close my eyes I see him hovering above me."
"Don't worry, Marcus. I will protect you." Neroon swore to me, holding me tightly against him as I lay down on his chest. "Even from nightmares. Go to sleep, love. I will keep watch."
I believed him.