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overlooked2009-05-19 10:39 am
shanaqui) wrote in overlooked2009-05-19 10:39 am
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The Fionavar Tapestry, Aileron dan Ailell and Kimberly Ford - To Stay Or Go
Fandom: The Fionavar Tapestry
Claim: Aileron dan Ailell and Kimberly Ford
Specific characters/pairings: References to Ailell, Diarmuid, Dave, Ysanne
Theme set + Theme number & prompt: Set I, #8, Don't say anything.
Rating: G
Warnings: Angst.
Summary: Perhaps only Diarmuid would have known.
Diarmuid would have known. Ailell might have known, though perhaps Aileron would have hidden it better from him. Perhaps Ysanne would have known it, too, but she was a special case and she had gone far beyond such things anyway. Kim should probably have known, but she was tired, and thinking of home, and of the look in Dave's eyes besides Ysanne's lake -- not a new look, not entirely, but new enough to still be a little strange, a little unexpected to see it so openly.
She did go to say goodbye, anyway. Aileron did not look at her.
"We still have need of a Seer, in Brennin. In Fionavar."
"My own world needs me, too," she said, moving her shoulders in a shrug. "I've seen that much. Aileron -- "
"It's my duty to rebuild Brennin. You could help me."
Diarmuid would have known how hard it was for Aileron to ask, to suggest this -- the nearest he could ever come to begging. Diarmuid would probably have known that this was, by Aileron's standards, begging. But Diarmuid was dead, and would probably have known not to say anything just then anyway.
"I've already made my decision," Kim said. If she'd known, there might have been a note of apology in her voice, but she was annoyed by his coldness, by the tenseness she could feel in the air, the tight flat line of Aileron's mouth. And she had seen it, she'd seen the need for her back in her own world.
Aileron looked away.
"I came to say goodbye, Aileron." She bit her lip when he didn't even look at her, pushing her hair back from her face. "Are you angry?"
"No," he said, but he stood up, still not quite looking at her. "Go."
"Aileron -- "
"I won't say it." His tone was flat.
Kim should probably have asked why. Things could have been different, then. Perhaps, anyway. They were both stubborn, in their way, so perhaps they would have turned out just the same in the end. But Aileron's tone annoyed her, seeming petulant and childish to her ears, and she turned on her heel and stalked away without saying any of the things she'd planned to say. Not even goodbye.
Aileron stared after her, but he didn't say it, he didn't even whisper it.
Diarmuid was probably the only one who could have voiced it, if he'd been there, and he would have disguised it in dazzle and mockery, but he would probably have said it, for his brother. Not a goodbye, never that, not with Kim.
"Stay."
Claim: Aileron dan Ailell and Kimberly Ford
Specific characters/pairings: References to Ailell, Diarmuid, Dave, Ysanne
Theme set + Theme number & prompt: Set I, #8, Don't say anything.
Rating: G
Warnings: Angst.
Summary: Perhaps only Diarmuid would have known.
Diarmuid would have known. Ailell might have known, though perhaps Aileron would have hidden it better from him. Perhaps Ysanne would have known it, too, but she was a special case and she had gone far beyond such things anyway. Kim should probably have known, but she was tired, and thinking of home, and of the look in Dave's eyes besides Ysanne's lake -- not a new look, not entirely, but new enough to still be a little strange, a little unexpected to see it so openly.
She did go to say goodbye, anyway. Aileron did not look at her.
"We still have need of a Seer, in Brennin. In Fionavar."
"My own world needs me, too," she said, moving her shoulders in a shrug. "I've seen that much. Aileron -- "
"It's my duty to rebuild Brennin. You could help me."
Diarmuid would have known how hard it was for Aileron to ask, to suggest this -- the nearest he could ever come to begging. Diarmuid would probably have known that this was, by Aileron's standards, begging. But Diarmuid was dead, and would probably have known not to say anything just then anyway.
"I've already made my decision," Kim said. If she'd known, there might have been a note of apology in her voice, but she was annoyed by his coldness, by the tenseness she could feel in the air, the tight flat line of Aileron's mouth. And she had seen it, she'd seen the need for her back in her own world.
Aileron looked away.
"I came to say goodbye, Aileron." She bit her lip when he didn't even look at her, pushing her hair back from her face. "Are you angry?"
"No," he said, but he stood up, still not quite looking at her. "Go."
"Aileron -- "
"I won't say it." His tone was flat.
Kim should probably have asked why. Things could have been different, then. Perhaps, anyway. They were both stubborn, in their way, so perhaps they would have turned out just the same in the end. But Aileron's tone annoyed her, seeming petulant and childish to her ears, and she turned on her heel and stalked away without saying any of the things she'd planned to say. Not even goodbye.
Aileron stared after her, but he didn't say it, he didn't even whisper it.
Diarmuid was probably the only one who could have voiced it, if he'd been there, and he would have disguised it in dazzle and mockery, but he would probably have said it, for his brother. Not a goodbye, never that, not with Kim.
"Stay."