A/N: Heya, because the first one seemed popular I decided to write another instalment of Akkarin PoV scenes. This one is set when Akkarin and Sonea go to bed just after they find out about Rothen's 'Death'. This is what may have happened. This one focuses more on their conversation then Akkarin's feelings. I don't think it's as good as the first one.
Akkarin PoV2.
Akkarin gently closed the door to the bedroom and walked over to the large comfortable bed were Sonea lay. A soft light emitted from a light globe, showing the grief which marred her face. He felt another wave of sympathy wash over him. Of all the people why was Rothen there? Why did Rothen have to die? She had already suffered so much where Rothen was concerned.
Akkarin undressed and slipped under the covers. He lay beside his lover, propping himself on one arm to watch her clearly. Her breathing was deep and controlled, occasionally hitching as she bit back a sob. She didn't say anything as he settled beside her; she just continued to stare into the space in front of her, her eyes unfocussed. It was almost as if she was having a mental conversation with another magician, except that her eyes where filled with such grief that it cut deeply in his heart.
He brushed a lock of hair away from her face and waited for her to speak. Right now Sonea needed two things; first she needed to talk, then she needed sleep. However soon it became obvious that she did not share this view as she remained silent.
"Would you like to talk?"
Sonea closed her eyes and shock her head. Tears had started to gather on her eyelashes again and he began to caress her hair.
"You'll feel better," he gently prodded, remembering how relieved he had felt after telling Sonea his story. How good it had felt to finally tell someone about his experiences in Sachaka.
She didn't move or open her eyes. He had started to think that he wouldn't receive an answer when she spoke up in a strained voice.
"It isn't fair, he didn't deserve to die," she took a deep shuddering breathe before continuing, "I know the others didn't deserve to die either, but Rothen…he wasn't a warrior, he was an alchemist. That must have been the first fight he had been in for years; he shouldn't have been there. He was so kind and understanding, he didn't deserve to die like that."
Akkarin continued stroking her hair, suddenly unsure of what to say. All he wanted to do was to take her into his arms, hold her, kiss her and tell her that everything would be fine, but everything wouldn't be fine. She had just lost someone she loved dearly, and who knew what would happen over the next few days. He couldn't tell her everything would be fine, knowing all this. Finally he found his voice again and spoke.
"Those who die in battle rarely deserve their fate." Well, that most certainly didn't sound quite so idiotic in his head.
"I know, but I never thought Rothen would…that it would happen to Rothen, not like that."
"Rothen died fighting for what, and those, he loved. Like you he could not live with himself unless he had done everything he could to protect them."
"But-" Sonea's voice was broken by a sob and she turned over to lie on her back. Tears were once again streaming down her face and she had lost the battle to control her sobbing, but it was her expression that made his heart stop. Her grief had seemed to have grown during their short conversation and now her entire face and the depths of her eyes seemed to be edged with pain and despair.
Sitting up he immediately pulled her against him and held her. For the second time that night she wept against him. Akkarin pressed a kiss against her hair as he felt her hot tears flow down his chest. She began to speak through her sobs.
"I-I never had a chance t-to see him again. To-to talk to him, an-an' explain to him properly why I was d-doing this. I-I didn't get a chance to say sorry." Sonea's sobs took over her again, causing her to shake in his arms.
Akkarin closed his eyes, so this was at the centre of her grief; the fear that Rothen had died without her amending, without explaining and apologizing. Akkarin mentally shook his head; Rothen didn't need any of these. Akkarin opened his eyes and spoke soothingly to Sonea.
"Sonea, it doesn't matter. Rothen loved you. He loved you like a daughter, and nothing could have ever of changed that. He would have understood why you did what you did before the end," he drew back and looked into her eyes, "He didn't need you to explain anything."
She stared back at him and he marvelled at how those dark eyes were still so beautiful despite the tears that filled them. "He could not have understood why I really followed you into exile," she said softly.
A half-smile tugged at his lips and he placed alight kiss on her forehead. "Perhaps that was for the best, it would have taken him a very long time to come to terms with that idea."
A ghost of a smile appeared through her tears and he felt a small thrill of happiness, but this soon disappeared with her smile.
"Does it ever stop hurting," she muttered quietly, barely loud enough for him to hear.
"Not completely, but we heal," he said as he gently brushed away her tears.
"I just wish that I could have seen him again," she closed her eyes, trying to stop her tears from falling. Akkarin bend forward and kissed away her tears which threatened to fall.
"We always do."
End.
There you are. Like I said, not as good as the last one, but I hope you still enjoyed it. Though Zurina seems to disagree, speaking of which; thank you again Zurina for beta reading this chapter. How knows, if I get as many reviews as last time, or more, I might but up another Akkarin PoV chapter.
