Plotbunnies gone wild.
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volieredeatoriI had this scene pop into mind on the train over from Colorado. Why did I have to decide Arumat totally had a lover when he was younger? Fffff. Now I have a new muse and oceans of plot to contend with.
"Raven?" Arumat's hand stole shyly close, fingers twining amidst his superior's. "Do you think...well, you know...will you ever stop fighting at all?"
Raven paused before answering, something Arumat was unaccustomed to; he opened his mouth, shut it again, and finally took breath to speak slow. "You mean to ask me if I ever plan to retire - is that it?"
Though it embarrassed, the frankness also soothed Arumat. The boy flushed red and nodded, sheepish relief writ large on his face. "Well, basically..."
Glove tightened on glove, an affectionate squeeze. "Do you mean to steal my position away from me?" Raven teased his protege, showing a brief curl of smile before sobriety took him. "I can't," he responded at length, his tone suddenly cold finality. "I was born to the battlefield, and so shall I die. I can't - I won't stop; I'll fight forever if I must."
The thought brought nausea, but nonetheless, Arumat understood. Now it was his turn for silence, for lengthy rumination before finally he murmured, "I envy you - your will."
Raven smiled bitter weariness. "You shouldn't. You may yet break away. No more such hope remains for the likes of me."
"Raven?" Arumat's hand stole shyly close, fingers twining amidst his superior's. "Do you think...well, you know...will you ever stop fighting at all?"
Raven paused before answering, something Arumat was unaccustomed to; he opened his mouth, shut it again, and finally took breath to speak slow. "You mean to ask me if I ever plan to retire - is that it?"
Though it embarrassed, the frankness also soothed Arumat. The boy flushed red and nodded, sheepish relief writ large on his face. "Well, basically..."
Glove tightened on glove, an affectionate squeeze. "Do you mean to steal my position away from me?" Raven teased his protege, showing a brief curl of smile before sobriety took him. "I can't," he responded at length, his tone suddenly cold finality. "I was born to the battlefield, and so shall I die. I can't - I won't stop; I'll fight forever if I must."
The thought brought nausea, but nonetheless, Arumat understood. Now it was his turn for silence, for lengthy rumination before finally he murmured, "I envy you - your will."
Raven smiled bitter weariness. "You shouldn't. You may yet break away. No more such hope remains for the likes of me."
