Shadows and Light 7/?
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
Dinner Of Champions
Neroon and I walked in silence to the dining hall, nodding at the few trainees who saw us. Neroon was still limping slightly, and I was moving with an especially stiff gait. Where the soldiers were gathering for dinner after a long day of sparring, Neroon and myself were quietly making our way to the back entrance where a private dining room awaited us.
Since we were going to be teaching the warriors, Neroon thought it was best to have a separate dining area that we could make use of at times. Since we were both exceedingly sore from our 'workout' we did not want the trainees to see how much pain we were in. For the lesson itself, both Neroon and I managed to act like we were perfectly fine, but in reality his leg was obviously paining him a bit and I had not fully recovered from the Denn'sha although I had told Delenn that I was healed completely.
As I walked into the dining area, my ribs pained me with each step, and for once I felt no need to hide my pain. Knowing that I had caused a fair share of discomfort as well put me more at ease than I would have been otherwise. Only a few candles strewn about here and there lighted the room we found ourselves in, the moonlight provided any extra lumination to the room. Instead on a table and chairs, I found myself sitting on a futon eating on a slightly raised platform. Although perhaps I should have been prepared, I had not eaten with Minbari in quite some time, so the arrangement caught me off guard.
The humans among our group were most-likely more prepared than I was, considering many of them have been in the Anla'shoc training facility until recently. I on the other hand, had grown reaccustomed to human cuisine and eating habits during my time on Babylon 5. [At least they don't serve us Flarn, thank Valen.]
"Today's lesson went better than I expected it to." I commented after I finished chewing a piece of fish.
The chef somehow found out about my liking for fish and served a fish similar to steamed salmon. I have no idea whether there is a similar fish in this habitat and quite frankly I am just enjoying the novelty of having it prepared fresh. I was practically purring as I swallowed a large bite of it and it slid down my throat easily. I caught Neroon looking at me with an intense expression on his face, but before I could question him about it he responded to my comment.
"True. They even were interested once you got over your persistent fear of me." Neroon answered casually, just as I was taking a sip of water. This caused me to spit water across the table landing in Neroon's dignified face. I sputtered helplessly, both angry at his presumption and amused at his shocked expression. I snorted in amusement while watching water drip from his face onto his plate of rice and vegetables.
"I am not afraid of you." I assured him, putting as much arrogance into my voice as I could, hoping it would cover up my little fib. It was Neroon's turn to snort in amusement.
"Perhaps." Neroon said, looking me over with a discerning eye, making me quite uncomfortable. "If that is indeed the case, than why did you fight like you did during the beginning of our spar?"
"I don't know what you mean." I answered stiffly. [Damn Minbari! Just leave it alone.]
"You could barely keep yourself from flinching when I attacked you."
"Look." I all but growled at Neroon, glaring angrily in his face. "I am not afraid of you. Just because I was hesitant to spar with you doesn't make me afraid. Any one would be if they were in my position. You are one of, if not the, best pike fighters on Minbar. I was not in any hurry to be embarrassed in front of our students, okay?"
"Very well, although I do not see any cause for you to have been nervous. You acquitted yourself quite well." Neroon commented rubbing his right shoulder where I had scored a particularly hard hit.
I did not reply verbally, merely nodded my head in acknowledgement of his round about compliment, even though he didn't need to try to make me feel better. I smirked as I looked down at my food, while under the cover of the platform I rubbed my sore ribs, hoping Neroon didn't notice. Neroon didn't comment, but he did gesture towards my ribs and wink humorously.
"Perhaps tomorrow we should do something a little less strenuous." Neroon drolly stated, causing me to laugh out loud in surprise. [Snerk.]
"Did you just make a joke?"
Neroon didn't answer; he just stared at me impassively.
"No really, I think you did." I insisted. "Did it hurt?"
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
Dinner Of Champions
Neroon and I walked in silence to the dining hall, nodding at the few trainees who saw us. Neroon was still limping slightly, and I was moving with an especially stiff gait. Where the soldiers were gathering for dinner after a long day of sparring, Neroon and myself were quietly making our way to the back entrance where a private dining room awaited us.
Since we were going to be teaching the warriors, Neroon thought it was best to have a separate dining area that we could make use of at times. Since we were both exceedingly sore from our 'workout' we did not want the trainees to see how much pain we were in. For the lesson itself, both Neroon and I managed to act like we were perfectly fine, but in reality his leg was obviously paining him a bit and I had not fully recovered from the Denn'sha although I had told Delenn that I was healed completely.
As I walked into the dining area, my ribs pained me with each step, and for once I felt no need to hide my pain. Knowing that I had caused a fair share of discomfort as well put me more at ease than I would have been otherwise. Only a few candles strewn about here and there lighted the room we found ourselves in, the moonlight provided any extra lumination to the room. Instead on a table and chairs, I found myself sitting on a futon eating on a slightly raised platform. Although perhaps I should have been prepared, I had not eaten with Minbari in quite some time, so the arrangement caught me off guard.
The humans among our group were most-likely more prepared than I was, considering many of them have been in the Anla'shoc training facility until recently. I on the other hand, had grown reaccustomed to human cuisine and eating habits during my time on Babylon 5. [At least they don't serve us Flarn, thank Valen.]
"Today's lesson went better than I expected it to." I commented after I finished chewing a piece of fish.
The chef somehow found out about my liking for fish and served a fish similar to steamed salmon. I have no idea whether there is a similar fish in this habitat and quite frankly I am just enjoying the novelty of having it prepared fresh. I was practically purring as I swallowed a large bite of it and it slid down my throat easily. I caught Neroon looking at me with an intense expression on his face, but before I could question him about it he responded to my comment.
"True. They even were interested once you got over your persistent fear of me." Neroon answered casually, just as I was taking a sip of water. This caused me to spit water across the table landing in Neroon's dignified face. I sputtered helplessly, both angry at his presumption and amused at his shocked expression. I snorted in amusement while watching water drip from his face onto his plate of rice and vegetables.
"I am not afraid of you." I assured him, putting as much arrogance into my voice as I could, hoping it would cover up my little fib. It was Neroon's turn to snort in amusement.
"Perhaps." Neroon said, looking me over with a discerning eye, making me quite uncomfortable. "If that is indeed the case, than why did you fight like you did during the beginning of our spar?"
"I don't know what you mean." I answered stiffly. [Damn Minbari! Just leave it alone.]
"You could barely keep yourself from flinching when I attacked you."
"Look." I all but growled at Neroon, glaring angrily in his face. "I am not afraid of you. Just because I was hesitant to spar with you doesn't make me afraid. Any one would be if they were in my position. You are one of, if not the, best pike fighters on Minbar. I was not in any hurry to be embarrassed in front of our students, okay?"
"Very well, although I do not see any cause for you to have been nervous. You acquitted yourself quite well." Neroon commented rubbing his right shoulder where I had scored a particularly hard hit.
I did not reply verbally, merely nodded my head in acknowledgement of his round about compliment, even though he didn't need to try to make me feel better. I smirked as I looked down at my food, while under the cover of the platform I rubbed my sore ribs, hoping Neroon didn't notice. Neroon didn't comment, but he did gesture towards my ribs and wink humorously.
"Perhaps tomorrow we should do something a little less strenuous." Neroon drolly stated, causing me to laugh out loud in surprise. [Snerk.]
"Did you just make a joke?"
Neroon didn't answer; he just stared at me impassively.
"No really, I think you did." I insisted. "Did it hurt?"