Love is the Fuel : Part 1
Author: realiztic
Title: Love is the Fuel : Part 1
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Balinor/Hunith
Character/s: Balinor, Hunith
Summary: Cowardice is not the only thing that makes people run away.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 234
Prompt: #45 - love
Author's Notes: This pairing is too precious for my clumsy words, but the prompt was perfect for them.
Brittle twig. Gnarly root. Dried leaf. Rotting fruit. His boots trampled everything in his path, but his magic covered up his tracks.
The idea was to get as far away from Ealdor as possible. His escape had been a narrow one - alerted by his supernatural senses to the sound of hooves and chainmail, he left the village only half an hour before Uther’s knights arrived.
Oh, how he ran.
It was all he could do not to look back at the hut he had shared with the bravest woman he had ever met. There had been no time to explain, but that was the thing about Hunith: she understood right away. It was just like when she first welcomed him into her home. No second thoughts, no string of questions. Just kindness.
He could have taken her with him. He almost did, when her hands held on to his for a moment after giving him a water bag for the journey. But what kind of life would that be? There was no telling how far the knights would go to hunt him down. For all he knew, it may be an endless cycle of running and hiding. As long as they were together, Hunith was in danger - and he would rather give up his life with her than let her suffer at the hands of Uther.
It was love that fueled the dragonlord’s feet.
Title: Love is the Fuel : Part 1
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Balinor/Hunith
Character/s: Balinor, Hunith
Summary: Cowardice is not the only thing that makes people run away.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 234
Prompt: #45 - love
Author's Notes: This pairing is too precious for my clumsy words, but the prompt was perfect for them.
Brittle twig. Gnarly root. Dried leaf. Rotting fruit. His boots trampled everything in his path, but his magic covered up his tracks.
The idea was to get as far away from Ealdor as possible. His escape had been a narrow one - alerted by his supernatural senses to the sound of hooves and chainmail, he left the village only half an hour before Uther’s knights arrived.
Oh, how he ran.
It was all he could do not to look back at the hut he had shared with the bravest woman he had ever met. There had been no time to explain, but that was the thing about Hunith: she understood right away. It was just like when she first welcomed him into her home. No second thoughts, no string of questions. Just kindness.
He could have taken her with him. He almost did, when her hands held on to his for a moment after giving him a water bag for the journey. But what kind of life would that be? There was no telling how far the knights would go to hunt him down. For all he knew, it may be an endless cycle of running and hiding. As long as they were together, Hunith was in danger - and he would rather give up his life with her than let her suffer at the hands of Uther.
It was love that fueled the dragonlord’s feet.