[ATM] Vertigo; Hiru/Sanga
Title: Vertigo
Fandom: Original (Against the Moon)
Character/s: Hiru, Sanga
Prompt: Falling.
Words: 281
Notes: For oc_speedfic, for all that the comm has died and I am still way behind on the prompts list.
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It would not have been proper just to bow, after all the time they had spent together. But nor would it be proper to embrace a courtier under Aundin, even though they stood in the presence of the combined courts of the Queen of Darkness and the King of Light. Hiru stepped forward, raised his face, and as Sanga bent, turned his head slightly to give and to receive two kisses; one on either cheek, one for light and one for darkness. When the elder fae moved away, his hair trailed down Hiru's forearms, the lingering touch the softest of goodbyes.
They both knew their duty. They stepped back. Hiru bowed deeply, for of course Sanga's status was tiers above his own. He bowed and tried to ignore the knot in his stomach and the burning at the corners of his eyes. A victor and a hero in Auberon's court, crying at the moment of his return? Ludicrous. And so he widened his eyes to disperse the sheen and took his place at Auberon's side, and watched as the Court of Air and Darkness took its leave.
Later he pleaded weariness too intense to allow him to be of any service to his lord, and retired to his chamber. It smelled of human from Skeff's long stay there, and the scent only compounded the gnawing sensation in his stomach. He was alone again, now, and his court did not care that he had saved them. His court cared only that he was a halfbreed and a whore, and the knowledge that he had no one, once again, left him shaking and dizzied, nails scraping fruitlessly at the walls as he fell.
Fandom: Original (Against the Moon)
Character/s: Hiru, Sanga
Prompt: Falling.
Words: 281
Notes: For oc_speedfic, for all that the comm has died and I am still way behind on the prompts list.
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It would not have been proper just to bow, after all the time they had spent together. But nor would it be proper to embrace a courtier under Aundin, even though they stood in the presence of the combined courts of the Queen of Darkness and the King of Light. Hiru stepped forward, raised his face, and as Sanga bent, turned his head slightly to give and to receive two kisses; one on either cheek, one for light and one for darkness. When the elder fae moved away, his hair trailed down Hiru's forearms, the lingering touch the softest of goodbyes.
They both knew their duty. They stepped back. Hiru bowed deeply, for of course Sanga's status was tiers above his own. He bowed and tried to ignore the knot in his stomach and the burning at the corners of his eyes. A victor and a hero in Auberon's court, crying at the moment of his return? Ludicrous. And so he widened his eyes to disperse the sheen and took his place at Auberon's side, and watched as the Court of Air and Darkness took its leave.
Later he pleaded weariness too intense to allow him to be of any service to his lord, and retired to his chamber. It smelled of human from Skeff's long stay there, and the scent only compounded the gnawing sensation in his stomach. He was alone again, now, and his court did not care that he had saved them. His court cared only that he was a halfbreed and a whore, and the knowledge that he had no one, once again, left him shaking and dizzied, nails scraping fruitlessly at the walls as he fell.