[FIC] Waltz of the Moon, 06
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mdseiranTitle: Waltz of the Moon, Chapter 06
Fandom: Original
Leiander had never been the type to be jealous or selfish. Despite the fact that he was an only child, his parents had made sure he didn't always receive what he'd asked for unless he deserved it, and Leiander grew up believing that good things come to those who work and work and work some more. And because there had never been a reason for him to be jealous, he didn't understand it when men of his age shunned him over his popularity with the girls of Seria. It wasn't as if he'd asked for their attention; he considered it a nuisance rather than a blessing and more than once entertained the idea of telling the jealous suitors that they were welcome to all of them. If he timed it right, maybe he could drive away the young ladies as well, if they overheard him speaking. But even though Leiander wasn't jealous or selfish, he had a healthy dose of fear for his mother, and so he never went through with the threats he made to himself. It was weird then that, of all the people to use his first bout of jealousy on, it had to be the father of the one girl he did like.
The soft pop emanating from behind him was so familiar now that it startled him no longer. He took a deep breath of the fresh air that he had fled to the balcony for, and turned to look at the teal eyes he had been expecting to see. She smiled at him, a bright smile like she used to before, but he couldn't find it in him to smile back. It would be all too easy to grab her in a fierce hug and hide her away from the world, and the part of his head that was insistently saying 'mine mine mine' in an endless mantra approved of the thought. The rest of him realized that even if he really wanted to, she wouldn't let him, and perhaps that was the part that frustrated him the most.
Her lips twisted into the semblance of a self-deprecating smirk as she placed both elbows on the railing and let her back lightly rest against it. "Just say it," she told him with a hint of her old good cheer, "you'll feel much better when you do."
He let out a mirthless laugh. "I wouldn't know where to start," he told her honestly, and she nodded as if she honestly understood. He was still deciding on a course of action when Mikke threw up a force shield, effectively blocking the door for anyone who wanted to enter, and the hand motion required by the spell bared the stark white bandages to his eyes. She turned her attention back to him when he asked her, "Why," and when she didn't answer he walked towards her and grabbed her shoulders in a tight grip, giving her a little shake and asking all the questions his mind had been plagued with. "Why did you hurt yourself, why wouldn't you talk to anyone, why couldn't I help you, why could they help you," and halfway through his tirade her hands went from hanging limply at her sides to cradling his face and she was pressing her mouth against his to stem the tide. The anger and frustration found a better outlet, and he crushed the siriyu girl in his arms and repeated, "Mine, mine, mine," against her lips.
Later, when she lay curled up against his side and the moonlight drew patterns on their skin, she told him about her childhood, especially the years she spent with her mother. She talked about their small house with the garden at the back, where her mother would plant daffodils and lavender and yellow roses, because she said yellow was the most cheerful color. He got to hold her when her voice turned a little shaky and for the first time since the beginning of the ordeal he felt like he belonged. He shared the experience of his father's death with her and when she fell into an exhausted slumber, he smoothed stray hairs away from her eyes and thought about families, his and hers and how different they both were. But in some things they were exactly the same, and the thought brought a smile to his face.
When he noticed Mikke stirring, he waited until her eyes were half open and planted a kiss on the tip of her nose, grinning a little as he said, "I think my Ma would like you." She laughed and he realized how much he had missed the sound and vowed to himself that he would make sure he heard it more often. They left her room that morning hand-in-hand and came to face with three males in various degrees of anger, frustration and amusement. Leiander held his head high and looked each of them straight in the eye, and Mikke rolled her eyes at her three fathers. "Can we go down? I'm starving."
Siercyn was the first to break the silence, a stern look encompassing them both. "Young lady, it's not proper for men to be spending the night in your room," and Tylendel cut in with, "You're much to young for anyone to be with you at night unless it's family," and it was almost like a dam breaking lose as both he and Tylendel berated them. The accusations seemed to be directed at both of them equally, though the glares all went to Leiander. There was some talk of his seducing her against her will and that she knew better, delivered by a frustrated Tylendel. The only silent person, next to the young couple, was Breiden, and Mikke tilted her head at him and raised her eyebrow in a silent question. The Tigruaidh shrugged and yawned. "Ty dragged me along."
Her smirk was a thin hair away from evil. "I thought so." When she cleared her throat and turned back to her other two fathers, they both fell silent, although Tylendel continued to shoot Leiander evil glares. "Stop glowering at him, Daddy," and the frown turned on her instead. "Before you start again please rethink your position. I've- we've done nothing wrong and even if we did, it was all three of you that taught me." Tylendel choked, and Siercyn's frown deepened the way it did when he was about to say something very serious. "Daddy Siercy, remember you taught me how to flirt. Not intentionally, of course, but it's hard not to pick the method up when you hardly ever stop. And you," she turned from the bemused druid to face her father, "You and Brei are all over each other all the time." Breiden's muffled snicker earned him a sharp prod from Tylendel. "All three of you are bad influences, and shouldn't be shocked that I'd follow in your footsteps. Now if you'd excuse us," she neatly pulled Leiander after her as she circled around Breiden, "we're going to eat. If you think you can stop lecturing you can come join us."
They heard a lot of hissed communication as they took the stairs to the dining room, and Mikke turned her face into his side to stifle her giggling. Leiander was hard-pressed not to join her, but it wouldn't do for both of them to be laughing like a pair of loons. And when the trio joined them at the table a few minutes later, Leiander shared a grin with his partner in crime and didn't even get a gaze full of daggers when he offered Tylendel more juice. Things were starting to look up at last.
Fandom: Original
Even if I don’t see you
I can regain what we seek in the night;
I can regain what we seek in the night;
Leiander had never been the type to be jealous or selfish. Despite the fact that he was an only child, his parents had made sure he didn't always receive what he'd asked for unless he deserved it, and Leiander grew up believing that good things come to those who work and work and work some more. And because there had never been a reason for him to be jealous, he didn't understand it when men of his age shunned him over his popularity with the girls of Seria. It wasn't as if he'd asked for their attention; he considered it a nuisance rather than a blessing and more than once entertained the idea of telling the jealous suitors that they were welcome to all of them. If he timed it right, maybe he could drive away the young ladies as well, if they overheard him speaking. But even though Leiander wasn't jealous or selfish, he had a healthy dose of fear for his mother, and so he never went through with the threats he made to himself. It was weird then that, of all the people to use his first bout of jealousy on, it had to be the father of the one girl he did like.
The soft pop emanating from behind him was so familiar now that it startled him no longer. He took a deep breath of the fresh air that he had fled to the balcony for, and turned to look at the teal eyes he had been expecting to see. She smiled at him, a bright smile like she used to before, but he couldn't find it in him to smile back. It would be all too easy to grab her in a fierce hug and hide her away from the world, and the part of his head that was insistently saying 'mine mine mine' in an endless mantra approved of the thought. The rest of him realized that even if he really wanted to, she wouldn't let him, and perhaps that was the part that frustrated him the most.
Her lips twisted into the semblance of a self-deprecating smirk as she placed both elbows on the railing and let her back lightly rest against it. "Just say it," she told him with a hint of her old good cheer, "you'll feel much better when you do."
He let out a mirthless laugh. "I wouldn't know where to start," he told her honestly, and she nodded as if she honestly understood. He was still deciding on a course of action when Mikke threw up a force shield, effectively blocking the door for anyone who wanted to enter, and the hand motion required by the spell bared the stark white bandages to his eyes. She turned her attention back to him when he asked her, "Why," and when she didn't answer he walked towards her and grabbed her shoulders in a tight grip, giving her a little shake and asking all the questions his mind had been plagued with. "Why did you hurt yourself, why wouldn't you talk to anyone, why couldn't I help you, why could they help you," and halfway through his tirade her hands went from hanging limply at her sides to cradling his face and she was pressing her mouth against his to stem the tide. The anger and frustration found a better outlet, and he crushed the siriyu girl in his arms and repeated, "Mine, mine, mine," against her lips.
Later, when she lay curled up against his side and the moonlight drew patterns on their skin, she told him about her childhood, especially the years she spent with her mother. She talked about their small house with the garden at the back, where her mother would plant daffodils and lavender and yellow roses, because she said yellow was the most cheerful color. He got to hold her when her voice turned a little shaky and for the first time since the beginning of the ordeal he felt like he belonged. He shared the experience of his father's death with her and when she fell into an exhausted slumber, he smoothed stray hairs away from her eyes and thought about families, his and hers and how different they both were. But in some things they were exactly the same, and the thought brought a smile to his face.
When he noticed Mikke stirring, he waited until her eyes were half open and planted a kiss on the tip of her nose, grinning a little as he said, "I think my Ma would like you." She laughed and he realized how much he had missed the sound and vowed to himself that he would make sure he heard it more often. They left her room that morning hand-in-hand and came to face with three males in various degrees of anger, frustration and amusement. Leiander held his head high and looked each of them straight in the eye, and Mikke rolled her eyes at her three fathers. "Can we go down? I'm starving."
Siercyn was the first to break the silence, a stern look encompassing them both. "Young lady, it's not proper for men to be spending the night in your room," and Tylendel cut in with, "You're much to young for anyone to be with you at night unless it's family," and it was almost like a dam breaking lose as both he and Tylendel berated them. The accusations seemed to be directed at both of them equally, though the glares all went to Leiander. There was some talk of his seducing her against her will and that she knew better, delivered by a frustrated Tylendel. The only silent person, next to the young couple, was Breiden, and Mikke tilted her head at him and raised her eyebrow in a silent question. The Tigruaidh shrugged and yawned. "Ty dragged me along."
Her smirk was a thin hair away from evil. "I thought so." When she cleared her throat and turned back to her other two fathers, they both fell silent, although Tylendel continued to shoot Leiander evil glares. "Stop glowering at him, Daddy," and the frown turned on her instead. "Before you start again please rethink your position. I've- we've done nothing wrong and even if we did, it was all three of you that taught me." Tylendel choked, and Siercyn's frown deepened the way it did when he was about to say something very serious. "Daddy Siercy, remember you taught me how to flirt. Not intentionally, of course, but it's hard not to pick the method up when you hardly ever stop. And you," she turned from the bemused druid to face her father, "You and Brei are all over each other all the time." Breiden's muffled snicker earned him a sharp prod from Tylendel. "All three of you are bad influences, and shouldn't be shocked that I'd follow in your footsteps. Now if you'd excuse us," she neatly pulled Leiander after her as she circled around Breiden, "we're going to eat. If you think you can stop lecturing you can come join us."
They heard a lot of hissed communication as they took the stairs to the dining room, and Mikke turned her face into his side to stifle her giggling. Leiander was hard-pressed not to join her, but it wouldn't do for both of them to be laughing like a pair of loons. And when the trio joined them at the table a few minutes later, Leiander shared a grin with his partner in crime and didn't even get a gaze full of daggers when he offered Tylendel more juice. Things were starting to look up at last.
