Shadows and Light 4/?
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.
Not related to either Journey of Love or Through the Darkness Falling
[…] Denotes thoughts
The First Day of Training
I woke up early the next day and after I showered and dressed I went out on a walk to explore the grounds. Since the previous day I hadn't gotten the chance, I spent a few minutes exploring the general layout.
Ombrachiaro was a beautiful planet and once I took the time to look at it, I fell in love with the vast natural habitat. I walked slowly into the courtyard and climbed the stairs to the balcony overlooking the compound, thinking I would be the only one up at this time in the morning. Therefore I was greatly surprised to see Neroon leaning against the railing watching the sunrise steal over the horizon.
I was careful not to disturb him as I took a seat a few feet away. He was aware of my presence since the first step I took on the balcony but he continued to stare moodily into the colorful sky.
"What are you doing up this early in the morning?" Neroon asked curiously without turning around to face me.
"I was about to ask you the same question." I responded. "I came to explore the area, since I didn't get the chance to yesterday."
"Ah… well do not let me stop you." Neroon replied absent-mindedly with a vague wave of his hand. Although I told myself that I didn't care, I couldn't ignore the worry creasing Neroon's forehead as he continued to look contemplative in the distance.
"What were you thinking about?" I asked cautiously. Although Delenn has charged us with the task of trying to unite our two groups, our personal relationship is such that even a simple question could be cause for discord. Even though I respect Neroon as a warrior, his personality and superiority often grate on my last nerve.
"Nothing pressing." Neroon responded after a few moments of thoughtful silence. "I was simply thinking of my estate on Minbar."
"Oh." I answered not knowing what to think, considering that I wasn't expecting the stern Minbari to answer my question at all. Since Neroon seemed fairly relaxed I decided to hazard another question that I normally wouldn't. "Do you miss it much?"
"It has not been my home for many cycles, the Ingata is more my home these days." Neroon acknowledged softly. "But I do miss it, yes."
"I'm sorry."
"Nothing for you to worry about. I tend to get maudlin when I have excess time on my hands." Neroon commented good-humouredly. "And you, do you miss your home?"
"Babylon 5? Yes I miss it."
"Much like the Ingata," Neroon acknowledged. "And what of your real home?"
"Don't we have to prepare for today's lesson?" I asked uncomfortably, trying to abruptly change the topic of conversation. I haven't spoken to anyone about my home since Anla'shoc training and don't particularly want to start now. Neroon merely looked at me curiously but answered my question anyway.
"Mostly I just want the warriors to get used to us. I figured we could perform a clinic in fighting techniques. In that manner they will learn of our prowess in battle and at least respect us individually." Neroon answered, leaning his hip on the railing near where I stood.
I couldn't help but squirm under Neroon's steady gaze as he explained his theory to me. Just the thought of putting myself physically against Neroon once again caused me to break out into a cold sweat. It wasn't that I was afraid of the Minbari or his battle prowess, but he did intimidate me more that I'd imagined anyone could. His physical proximity alone was enough to make me nervous. Neroon must have sensed my hesitancy because he smirked at me in challenge.
"Unless you are afraid I will embarrass you." Neroon commented snidely.
"You wish." I growled, annoyed at my own transparency.
"Very well, since you agree. Shall we set up in the training room?" Neroon asked grinning impishly once his back was turned, as he turned to walk down the stairs.
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.
Not related to either Journey of Love or Through the Darkness Falling
[…] Denotes thoughts
The First Day of Training
I woke up early the next day and after I showered and dressed I went out on a walk to explore the grounds. Since the previous day I hadn't gotten the chance, I spent a few minutes exploring the general layout.
Ombrachiaro was a beautiful planet and once I took the time to look at it, I fell in love with the vast natural habitat. I walked slowly into the courtyard and climbed the stairs to the balcony overlooking the compound, thinking I would be the only one up at this time in the morning. Therefore I was greatly surprised to see Neroon leaning against the railing watching the sunrise steal over the horizon.
I was careful not to disturb him as I took a seat a few feet away. He was aware of my presence since the first step I took on the balcony but he continued to stare moodily into the colorful sky.
"What are you doing up this early in the morning?" Neroon asked curiously without turning around to face me.
"I was about to ask you the same question." I responded. "I came to explore the area, since I didn't get the chance to yesterday."
"Ah… well do not let me stop you." Neroon replied absent-mindedly with a vague wave of his hand. Although I told myself that I didn't care, I couldn't ignore the worry creasing Neroon's forehead as he continued to look contemplative in the distance.
"What were you thinking about?" I asked cautiously. Although Delenn has charged us with the task of trying to unite our two groups, our personal relationship is such that even a simple question could be cause for discord. Even though I respect Neroon as a warrior, his personality and superiority often grate on my last nerve.
"Nothing pressing." Neroon responded after a few moments of thoughtful silence. "I was simply thinking of my estate on Minbar."
"Oh." I answered not knowing what to think, considering that I wasn't expecting the stern Minbari to answer my question at all. Since Neroon seemed fairly relaxed I decided to hazard another question that I normally wouldn't. "Do you miss it much?"
"It has not been my home for many cycles, the Ingata is more my home these days." Neroon acknowledged softly. "But I do miss it, yes."
"I'm sorry."
"Nothing for you to worry about. I tend to get maudlin when I have excess time on my hands." Neroon commented good-humouredly. "And you, do you miss your home?"
"Babylon 5? Yes I miss it."
"Much like the Ingata," Neroon acknowledged. "And what of your real home?"
"Don't we have to prepare for today's lesson?" I asked uncomfortably, trying to abruptly change the topic of conversation. I haven't spoken to anyone about my home since Anla'shoc training and don't particularly want to start now. Neroon merely looked at me curiously but answered my question anyway.
"Mostly I just want the warriors to get used to us. I figured we could perform a clinic in fighting techniques. In that manner they will learn of our prowess in battle and at least respect us individually." Neroon answered, leaning his hip on the railing near where I stood.
I couldn't help but squirm under Neroon's steady gaze as he explained his theory to me. Just the thought of putting myself physically against Neroon once again caused me to break out into a cold sweat. It wasn't that I was afraid of the Minbari or his battle prowess, but he did intimidate me more that I'd imagined anyone could. His physical proximity alone was enough to make me nervous. Neroon must have sensed my hesitancy because he smirked at me in challenge.
"Unless you are afraid I will embarrass you." Neroon commented snidely.
"You wish." I growled, annoyed at my own transparency.
"Very well, since you agree. Shall we set up in the training room?" Neroon asked grinning impishly once his back was turned, as he turned to walk down the stairs.