Yesterday was national kissing day, and I was talking about how it would have been a good excuse for a kiss meme, and how it seemed those kind of themed memes seemed to have died out a little
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Brendon stops his pacing, bites his lip. “I can't,” he says. “Not yet. I'll come find you as soon as I can, but-I can't.”
He looks pleadingly at Ryan, who nods. A witch running off the very night the king signs the death warrant for all of his kind is suspicious enough without one of the city guard going missing as well. And he realises what it means, what Brendon is risking, just to get him into safety.
“Brendon-” he tries, but Brendon silences him with a wave of his hand.
“Not now,” he says. “It's worth it. You're worth it. Just-I'll join you as soon as I can. Head for Baile; ask for Jonathan Walker at the inn, The Cat and Clover. He's an old friend.”
There's a noise in the street outside, and Brendon looks around wildly, pulling Ryan towards him and flattening them both against the wall. It's just some townfolk on their way home from the tavern, however, and they both relax as the revellers pass the door and continue down the street.
“You need to go,” Brendon says, his voice lowered, as soon as the scare has passed. “Before-I need to go, too. They'll miss me soon.”
He makes as if to leave, and Ryan grabs his mantle quickly.
“Promise,” he says. “Promise you'll come find me.”
Brendon stares at him for a moment, and then his face is softening-and there is the Brendon of all those golden afternoons, the one who traded off guard duty to lie, laughing stupidly, with Ryan on the soft grass of their clearing, both of them curling into one another and touching, pressing, trying to get as close to each other as possible. He reaches for Ryan's face, and Ryan fists his hands in Brendon's hair, and then they're kissing, hot and desperate.
“I promise,” Brendon keeps mumbling. “I promise, I promise, I promise.”
And Ryan closes his eyes knowing that while yes, every second here is a second he could be getting away from the city, every second also means it could be the last time with Brendon.
Re: Brendon/Ryanivesia19July 12 2011, 06:23:38 UTC
Omg I love this. Magic and forbidden love and just plain awesomeness. It also made me think of the scene from the Last of the Mohicans movie where Daniel Day screams "Just stay alive, I'll come back for you!" Wonderful. Thanks for the fill, love!
There was actually a lot more of this in my head, but it was starting to morph into more of a story about Ryan running and dealing with witch hate and stuff and I realised I was getting further and further away from the whole point of the meme... so I decided to stop here. For now, at least. :)
“You?” he asks. “Aren't you coming with me?”
Brendon stops his pacing, bites his lip. “I can't,” he says. “Not yet. I'll come find you as soon as I can, but-I can't.”
He looks pleadingly at Ryan, who nods. A witch running off the very night the king signs the death warrant for all of his kind is suspicious enough without one of the city guard going missing as well. And he realises what it means, what Brendon is risking, just to get him into safety.
“Brendon-” he tries, but Brendon silences him with a wave of his hand.
“Not now,” he says. “It's worth it. You're worth it. Just-I'll join you as soon as I can. Head for Baile; ask for Jonathan Walker at the inn, The Cat and Clover. He's an old friend.”
There's a noise in the street outside, and Brendon looks around wildly, pulling Ryan towards him and flattening them both against the wall. It's just some townfolk on their way home from the tavern, however, and they both relax as the revellers pass the door and continue down the street.
“You need to go,” Brendon says, his voice lowered, as soon as the scare has passed. “Before-I need to go, too. They'll miss me soon.”
He makes as if to leave, and Ryan grabs his mantle quickly.
“Promise,” he says. “Promise you'll come find me.”
Brendon stares at him for a moment, and then his face is softening-and there is the Brendon of all those golden afternoons, the one who traded off guard duty to lie, laughing stupidly, with Ryan on the soft grass of their clearing, both of them curling into one another and touching, pressing, trying to get as close to each other as possible. He reaches for Ryan's face, and Ryan fists his hands in Brendon's hair, and then they're kissing, hot and desperate.
“I promise,” Brendon keeps mumbling. “I promise, I promise, I promise.”
And Ryan closes his eyes knowing that while yes, every second here is a second he could be getting away from the city, every second also means it could be the last time with Brendon.
He wants to make it count.
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Magic and forbidden love and just plain awesomeness.
It also made me think of the scene from the Last of the Mohicans movie where Daniel Day screams "Just stay alive, I'll come back for you!"
Wonderful.
Thanks for the fill, love!
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And thank you for your lovely words... Forbidden love is always nice and fits so well for Brendon and Ryan, I think. :) Also, magic! \o/
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It's such a good AU with so much going on, the kind of AU that makes me want to know more.
Also, I laughed at the name of Jon's inn.
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There was actually a lot more of this in my head, but it was starting to morph into more of a story about Ryan running and dealing with witch hate and stuff and I realised I was getting further and further away from the whole point of the meme... so I decided to stop here. For now, at least. :)
Excellent meme, by the way! \o/
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I'm glad you enjoyed the meme. Thank you for playing ♥
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