Post by Therin Shahrizai de Leveque on Nov 14, 2009 18:49:20 GMT -5
I ran my horse through the streets of Kusheth, barely paying attention to the people around me. My horse was a good one and she always watched her steps. At times like this it was one thing that kept me from killing someone. Of these people around me, I didn't care. They were all healthy and active while the person I cared about the most lay dieing.
A message came for me, Lucis wanted to se me. He had taken a turn for the worse less than a week ago and I feared the reason why he wanted to see me. I had visited him every hour that I could so he knew that I would be there as soon as my duties at home set me free. As soon as I got the message I left, leaving my father in the middle of another boring lecture. I didn't care if he was angry or not. It was something I would deal with later.
As the horse's shoes and hooves pounded the pavement I could not help but to think of the many days we spent together. Our relationship had been long and complicated, but had leveled itself out a few years ago when the pains of gaining our manhood also started to level out. We both had our own lovers but at times still enjoyed the company of each other. Mostly we just rode horses, gamed, and enjoyed other mutual activities. We were a little closer than just friends but our personalities did not create in us a good set of lovers.
I rounded a turn, my horse having made this trip enough times to know where to go on her own, and saw a familiar and warm house. I rode her right up to the door where a man waited, my arrival expected. He took my steed off to the barn as I ran through the doors. I didn't care for announcements or any other forms of custom. I took the stair two at a time and reached the door to his bedroom. Here I paused for a moment. My heart was pounding and my breath seemed to want to escape me completely. How many times had I walked through this door, a smile on my face. Today, though, there would be no smile.
I opened it, walking in quickly, but trying not to cause Lucis to much alarm. As I approached his bed I could tell that he had not much time left. His already pale face seemed to have found a way to become paler. It had a gray cast about it. His once red lips seemed to have no color in them at all. The bright blond hair that made him stand out looked dead. I rare tear try to escape me, but I held back. I wanted to cry out and demand that someone bring back his spark, but I held that back as well. Instead, I simply sat next to him. He wanted to say something and I would give him all of the time that he needed.
A shaky and gaunt hand reached up toward my face as he found the strength to smile. I grabbed his hand, resting it on my cheek for him. I didn't want him to use up what little strength he had left.
"Thank you," He said, the words slow and faint. "I wanted to see you one more time." He paused for a moment, wanted to add something more, but changing his mind.
I shook my head no, not even realizing it at first. The tears had started, though I don't know when. "NO!" I said, louder than I intended. "This won't be the last time, it won't." I realized then that my grip on his hand had tighten, so I loosened it. I lay down beside him, laying as close as I possibly could without being on top of him. I buried my head into the side of his face and his hair, smelling his sweat. He had not had his hair washed in some time, but I did not care. It was still his smell. I held him close, taking care not to crush him, but afraid that if I let go he would disappear.
We laid like that for a few moments before I felt him try to move his head toward me. I moved my head back, out of his hair, so that he could. His eyes were full of sadness and joy. A sight that part of me couldn't bare to see. They were so pale, deep blue no more. He found the strength to lean in and rest his lips on mine, though he had no strength to do anything more. I simply laid there, not caring that I was risking my own life, breathing in his sickness.
I don't know when it happened, but at some point I realized that his chest moved no more and that his breath was no longer falling on my own. I sat up then, startled, looking for signs of life in him. A healer had been standing near by, but she simply shook her head no when I looked at her questionably. What did she mean no? I turned back to him, shaking him, but there was nothing. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to look, Lucis dad was there, tears in his eyes.
"It's time," was all he said.
I cried out then, letting all of my anger and frustrations out. Why did Lucis have to get sick and die. I had been with him day in and out, ignoring any quarantine laws. I wanted to catch it, to take it away from him. But, no, I had remained healthy throughout the entire ordeal. Only Lucis suffered.
I shoved his dad out of the way and ran out of the house. I grabbed my horse from the barn, setting up her saddle and the rest on my own. I needed to leave, I needed to think.
I just let her run, to anyplace that she wished. The only thing I saw was the past. Me and Lucis growing up, his laughter and joy that he had naturally Lucis keeping my life interesting when nothing else did. He was the perfect companion, keeping me out of trouble when I tried to go to far, but playing along when I didn't.
At some point the horse slowed and stopped. She had came up to a stream, one that was in the middle of the wood somewhere. It was a place that we had spent many of days, just me and her and more times with Lucis and his mare.
I dismounted my horse and let her be. I knew she wouldn't run off. I simply walked to a tree and then, my strength leaving me I fell down in front of it. My knees hit the ground hard, but I barely noticed. I grabbed my hair, the long dark locks that Lucis loved so much, and cried. I cried until I couldn't possibly cry anymore. Then I rested, my forehead having found it's way into the grass and leaves, my fingers still tangled in my hair. I simply knelled, in a ball, and at some point I fell asleep.
I dreamed, but I dreamed of happier times. Of me and Lucis walking through a bazaar with some of our friends. Lucis teasing me, telling everyone of the time he caught me in a closet with a servant girl 3 years my senior. Lucis having a grand time and me simply smiling, his happiness contagious though I was the butt of his jokes.
(and little image of his dream)
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A message came for me, Lucis wanted to se me. He had taken a turn for the worse less than a week ago and I feared the reason why he wanted to see me. I had visited him every hour that I could so he knew that I would be there as soon as my duties at home set me free. As soon as I got the message I left, leaving my father in the middle of another boring lecture. I didn't care if he was angry or not. It was something I would deal with later.
As the horse's shoes and hooves pounded the pavement I could not help but to think of the many days we spent together. Our relationship had been long and complicated, but had leveled itself out a few years ago when the pains of gaining our manhood also started to level out. We both had our own lovers but at times still enjoyed the company of each other. Mostly we just rode horses, gamed, and enjoyed other mutual activities. We were a little closer than just friends but our personalities did not create in us a good set of lovers.
I rounded a turn, my horse having made this trip enough times to know where to go on her own, and saw a familiar and warm house. I rode her right up to the door where a man waited, my arrival expected. He took my steed off to the barn as I ran through the doors. I didn't care for announcements or any other forms of custom. I took the stair two at a time and reached the door to his bedroom. Here I paused for a moment. My heart was pounding and my breath seemed to want to escape me completely. How many times had I walked through this door, a smile on my face. Today, though, there would be no smile.
I opened it, walking in quickly, but trying not to cause Lucis to much alarm. As I approached his bed I could tell that he had not much time left. His already pale face seemed to have found a way to become paler. It had a gray cast about it. His once red lips seemed to have no color in them at all. The bright blond hair that made him stand out looked dead. I rare tear try to escape me, but I held back. I wanted to cry out and demand that someone bring back his spark, but I held that back as well. Instead, I simply sat next to him. He wanted to say something and I would give him all of the time that he needed.
A shaky and gaunt hand reached up toward my face as he found the strength to smile. I grabbed his hand, resting it on my cheek for him. I didn't want him to use up what little strength he had left.
"Thank you," He said, the words slow and faint. "I wanted to see you one more time." He paused for a moment, wanted to add something more, but changing his mind.
I shook my head no, not even realizing it at first. The tears had started, though I don't know when. "NO!" I said, louder than I intended. "This won't be the last time, it won't." I realized then that my grip on his hand had tighten, so I loosened it. I lay down beside him, laying as close as I possibly could without being on top of him. I buried my head into the side of his face and his hair, smelling his sweat. He had not had his hair washed in some time, but I did not care. It was still his smell. I held him close, taking care not to crush him, but afraid that if I let go he would disappear.
We laid like that for a few moments before I felt him try to move his head toward me. I moved my head back, out of his hair, so that he could. His eyes were full of sadness and joy. A sight that part of me couldn't bare to see. They were so pale, deep blue no more. He found the strength to lean in and rest his lips on mine, though he had no strength to do anything more. I simply laid there, not caring that I was risking my own life, breathing in his sickness.
I don't know when it happened, but at some point I realized that his chest moved no more and that his breath was no longer falling on my own. I sat up then, startled, looking for signs of life in him. A healer had been standing near by, but she simply shook her head no when I looked at her questionably. What did she mean no? I turned back to him, shaking him, but there was nothing. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to look, Lucis dad was there, tears in his eyes.
"It's time," was all he said.
I cried out then, letting all of my anger and frustrations out. Why did Lucis have to get sick and die. I had been with him day in and out, ignoring any quarantine laws. I wanted to catch it, to take it away from him. But, no, I had remained healthy throughout the entire ordeal. Only Lucis suffered.
I shoved his dad out of the way and ran out of the house. I grabbed my horse from the barn, setting up her saddle and the rest on my own. I needed to leave, I needed to think.
I just let her run, to anyplace that she wished. The only thing I saw was the past. Me and Lucis growing up, his laughter and joy that he had naturally Lucis keeping my life interesting when nothing else did. He was the perfect companion, keeping me out of trouble when I tried to go to far, but playing along when I didn't.
At some point the horse slowed and stopped. She had came up to a stream, one that was in the middle of the wood somewhere. It was a place that we had spent many of days, just me and her and more times with Lucis and his mare.
I dismounted my horse and let her be. I knew she wouldn't run off. I simply walked to a tree and then, my strength leaving me I fell down in front of it. My knees hit the ground hard, but I barely noticed. I grabbed my hair, the long dark locks that Lucis loved so much, and cried. I cried until I couldn't possibly cry anymore. Then I rested, my forehead having found it's way into the grass and leaves, my fingers still tangled in my hair. I simply knelled, in a ball, and at some point I fell asleep.
I dreamed, but I dreamed of happier times. Of me and Lucis walking through a bazaar with some of our friends. Lucis teasing me, telling everyone of the time he caught me in a closet with a servant girl 3 years my senior. Lucis having a grand time and me simply smiling, his happiness contagious though I was the butt of his jokes.
(and little image of his dream)
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