Fae's Duty: An Interrupted Train of Thought
I had to get away… from Fiyero, from the city, from everything. I couldn't stand the idea of arguing with him again, and the city was too dangerous for us in the current state of our relationship. I just needed to think, and I couldn't do that with everything pressing in on me.
I didn't actually have a deadline; I just said that so that Fiyero would stop following me. So I wandered around the city with nothing to do, acting like a tourist in Oz for the second time in my life. That, in turn, made my thoughts return to Glinda; I briefly considered visiting her again before dismissing it as both dangerous and boring.
I stopped at a market and picked up a loaf of bread and some milk. I didn't really drink milk, but if I was moving back in, I could give it to Malky. Plus, I couldn't remember if Yero drank milk at all.
Finally I made my way to the mauntery to visit Saint Glinda. It had served me well as a place of solitude in the past, so I thought it would be safe to relax in there for a bit. I snuck in through the servants' entrance and walked toward the appropriate pew.
"I thought I might find you here." It was Fiyero; I could recognize his voice anywhere. I should have known he might look for me. What was I thinking? Of course he would come here looking for me.
Without looking back, I proceeded to the altar. He couldn't follow me here if I didn't want him to, because I could always call the steward of the mauntery to escort him out. Sure enough, I heard his footsteps stop somewhere behind me and the creak of wood that suggested that he had taken a seat.
Apparently he's going to wait there until I leave. Only he would be that stubborn. So what do I say to him?
I suppose it depends on what he says to me. Maybe I should just go out there and get it over with; the longer we stay out in the open, the worse it is for us.
I looked back to see that there was someone else waiting outside. I quickly finished my ritual and walked out of the pew, where Fiyero stood up and fell into step beside me. He finally whispered, "Will you at least saysomething?"
Together, in silence, we continued all of the way back to the den. When he closed the door behind him, I turned back to him and waited for him to say something. He looked at me and finally said, "I can agree to your condition. I just pray that you can forgive me. I would like to go back to the way we were. What do you think?"
"We can try. I don't know that it will ever be the same, but we can try. Have you eaten yet? I brought some bread and milk if you're hungry." His shoulders relaxed and he nodded slightly. I guess he must be happy to have me talking to him again.
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We lived in the den in peace for a while, going out on missions during the day and enjoying our bodily pleasures at night. He continued to send the occasional package to his wife Sarima, though I didn't think he really cared about her anymore. After all, their marriage was arranged in the first place, and Sarima had her sisters and her children around her.
I was slightly disappointed. Our relationship had disintegrated to that of the flirtatious coworkers, and I knew it would never be the same.
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A/N: So sorry for the long delay; my plot bunny finally returned! I'm not sure if it will stay, though. We shall see.
::grabs bunny and cuddles it warmly::