Title: Sorry
Pairing: Godric/Salazar
Rating: T
Warnings: Slash, Angst, Infidelity, Mentions of Sex
Note: I have never written Founder's Era before, but it was fun to try! I know that the dialogue is inaccurate for the time period, but the insults included are old-fashioned ones (because I like them). A bedswerver is an adulterer, and a rampallion is a good for nothing scoundrel. Written for the "Canada Day Challenge" and the "I Dare You Challenge!" The prompts were Founder's Era and "Sorry" by Justin Bieber.

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"I believe it would be best if we put this incident behind us," Salazar stated calmly. Godric whipped around to face the other man, eyes blazing.

"And I believe that you are a bedswerver" he spat back venomously. Salazar clenched his jaw and refrained from rolling his eyes. All he had done was sleep with Rowena. The way Godric spoke, one would think that they were married and Salazar had betrayed their vows. It was ridiculous.

"Now, now. There is no need for insults. We both know that neither of us are innocent in this little game for two." Salazar's tone sounded far too patronizing, and Godric was positively seething. He crossed the small distance between them quickly, grabbing Salazar's robes and slamming him against the wall.

"This is not a bloody game. Stop acting like a rampallion," he gritted out. Salazar narrowed his eyes but said nothing. If Godric was going to be immature about the whole thing, then Salazar would not dignify that remark with a response. Godric suddenly sighed, stepping back and running a hand through his hair.

"Can you not just say that you are sorry?" He asked quietly; pleadingly. The other man sounded so weary that Salazar almost gave in. Almost.

"I have nothing to apologize for," he responded haughtily, picking at an invisible speck of dirt on his robes.

He was expecting Godric to get upset again; maybe yell some more or hit him. Salazar's favorite possibility was for Godric to crash their lips together in an angry, rough kiss as he had so many times before. Instead, the other man simply looked defeated and sad.

The sight gripped Salazar's heart painfully. He wasn't good at this. He didn't apologize. His father had always told him that apologizing showed weakness, and he refused to be weak. He could admit to himself that maybe sleeping with Rowena had been a bit unfair to Godric. However, that didn't mean that he was going to say it out loud.

Godric began to walk away in resignation, and Salazar's eyes widened in alarm. No matter how many times the two of them had fought and he had refused to apologize (and it had been many times), Godric had always forgiven him. He had never just walked away.

Salazar was hit with the realization that maybe he had taken it too far this time; maybe he had finally crossed a line. He didn't want to lose Godric and whatever it was that they had (which he wasn't ready to examine yet), but he was fighting an internal battle over whether or not to do what he needed to stop it. It was going to be too late if he didn't do something quickly, but still he stood frozen.

As Godric walked out the door, Salazar whispered "I am sorry."

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A/N: Reviews are always appreciated. On a side note, I've decided to call this ship "GoSal" :)