I don't know why it's taken me so long to post this chapter. No motivation I suppose. Writer's block definately added to it.
I don't own 99.8% of these characters, they all belong to Bioware.
Revelation
Eamon took a seat next to Mikl at the dining table, and took a glance around.
"Mikl seemed pleased with the place, don't you agree?" He said, his eyes resting on Alistair. Alistair nodded and leaned back in his chair.
"I suppose he'll want to live here now.." Alistair's voice trailed away. He was more speaking to himself than to Eamon.
"Well, I would hope so, I put a lot of work into this place." Eamon's happy, go-lucky expression changed, and he placed a hand on Alistair's shoulder.
"What's wrong Alistair?" He asked. Alistair shook his head, and mustered up a fake smile.
"Nothing, I'm fine! I'm going to head back to the palace. It was great seeing you, Eamon." With that, Alistair took off out the door, leaving Eamon sitting alone. He shook his head, and set off to find Mikl.
Mikl was sitting at the desk in the main quarters, taking in everything. He was still in shock. This whole thing was not something he had expected. A light knock rang from the door. Mikl stood, moving towards the door. He opened it, only to see Eamon's face.
"Eamon! Come in!" he said with a grin, holding the door open. Eamon stepped inside, and took a seat at the desk. Mikl sat on the opposite side of him.
"Now, how can I help you?" Mikl asked, grinning. Eamon smiled at the young man's excitement, and nodded.
"Well, you see, Alistair seemed a bit… Odd, after you left. He seemed a little disappointed, thinking that you might want to live here, instead of at the palace. I don't see why it's a big deal to him, but you may want to talk to him." Eamon explained, then stood and left. Mikl sighed, and followed Eamon out.
Mikl found Alistair in his quarters back at the palace, staring out one of the grand windows.
"I'll live here if you want me to, 'Stair." He said in a soft voice. When Alistair didn't reply, Mikl moved over to his side, wrapping an arm around the bigger man's waste. Alistair sighed, and returned the embrace.
"Do whatever makes you happy." Alistair mumbled, and Mikl laughed. The smaller man nuzzled Alistair's neck.
"I'm going to stay here, with you." Mikl looked up at Alistair, only to see a smiling face. In less than a moment, their lips crashed together. The passionate kiss was broken only by the need for a slight moments breath. Alistair stood, moving himself and his lover to the bed. They broke apart, both panting slightly.
"I love you, Mikl." Alistair whispered in the younger man's ear, as he began to remove Mikl's shirt. Alistair took in the younger man's chiseled features, purring slightly. Their lips had almost met once more when a light knock came from the door.
"Oh, not again!" Alistair groaned, climbing off of Mikl. He worked hard to hide the growing erection in his pants as he headed over towards the door. He opened it slightly to see who it was.
"Eamon! What a… surprise!" He said, opening the door a bit more.
"Yes, I was wondering if we could talk for a moment, Alistair?" Eamon said from the door, and Alistair sighed, glancing over at Mikl for a split second. Mikl nodded an approval, and Alistair stepped outside the door.
"I've got company right now, Eamon. But I can spare a moment. What do you need?" Unbeknownst to the two men in the hallway, Mikl had his ear against the door, listening intently.
"Right, this will only take a moment. I've got some… news. About Mikl's father." Eamon said in a low voice, obviously aware that the 'company' was Mikl.
"Well, that's great! Spit it out!" Alistair said, expecting the best. Little did he know, that it was one of the worst.
"Mikl's father is… Dead."
Right, I know, short chapter. I just couldn't get anything flowing.
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