"Against logic there is no armor like ignorance." - Laurence J. Peter for writers_muses

Dec 10, 2009 14:34

It was just a kiss. That was all. It was nothing more and nothing less than that, just a kiss between two people. It didn’t matter that it had stopped the world in just one breath. That it had filled her with more fire and lightning than being caught in a storm or that it had given her more peace than she had felt in all her years. It didn’t matter that she wanted to kiss him again because he would have none of it. He had pushed her back to break the kiss and he had sent her to bed, all because she wasn’t the woman he wanted to kiss. She was just his friend’s sister to him. In the cloud of alcohol and exhaustion, and all the emotions, it was easy to miss all the signs there that would have told her to listen to something other than his words.

But the biggest sign was him leaving.

She had found out by overhearing Arthur talking to Nimue. She had just joined them when she heard her brother express his concern over Lance having left sometime during the night and it was like being punched in the stomach. She didn’t even hear the rest of the comment or any reply from the Lady who sat nearby watching her as she stood there. There was a faint roar somewhere in the back of her head as she felt something within her fracture just a little with the phrase that repeated itself in her head.

He had left, sometime in the middle of the night. Sometime after they had kissed, he had gone and went somewhere else instead of staying anywhere near her.

The rejection and the pain that came with it were sharp and almost bitterly sweet as it stabbed through her. She tried to swallow the thickness in her chest but it only left a cold weight in the center of her chest as she stared straight ahead, unaware of her brother who moved to her side.

“Gwenny?” His voice was soft, filled with concern, as he touched her arm. “Are you okay? You look like you’re going to be sick.”

“It’s probably the mead she drank last night.” Nimue’s soft voice floated through the crowd, crystal clear and pure. Gwen latched onto it, letting it pull her out as she brought her gaze to the other woman and saw the answers there. It gave her no peace though as she stepped back, away from the two of them.

“I need to lie back down.” It was the only thing she could think to say as she whirled to dash back up the stairs.

By the time she made it to her bed, she was crying but there was no noise to be heard as she collapsed with her face pressed to her pillow. It was the only time she would allow herself to cry over him, over Lance Dulac, and then she would regain control over herself. She would lock it all away and she would wait. She was here, only as Arthur’s sister and nothing more. She had no ties to anyone else. No ties to the past or whatever destiny they thought she would follow.

She would wait and then she would leave when it was time. She wouldn’t run away, no matter how much she wanted to because she hated this place. She hated the lake that had taken yet another person from her. She would stay on this side, on this shore, where she would wait for one man and one man only.

The other one had left.

[Arthur is son_of_avalon and Nimue is empty_ofanthems. Both are used with love and permission]

who: nimue lake, who: arthur penn, community: writers_muses

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