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valmoraFound this snippet in the front of one of my esoteric notebooks from this most recent school year. I wrote it while without an internet connection, I think, for a fandom that doesn't exist. But. It had to be done.
Title: Summoning Home
Rating: PG-13. Ish.
Fandom: The Fionavar Tapestry
Pairing: Loren Silvercloak x Matt Sören
Disclaimer: I am not Guy Gavriel Kay; I'm just having fun.
Notes: Old-men slash rocks the novel. And so canonically too. Also, WAFF up to high heaven, but honestly... it's hard not to read them this way. I tried.
Spoiler warnings: Who Matt is. The end of the bits with the dwarves.
Summary: Matt only told some of them to leave.
So that was to be how it ended. Matt was King once again, bolstered by the hearts of all his people, and he no longer needed an old scholar following him - no longer needed Loren, sharp-edged and nothing but arcane knowledge.
Loren turned, followed, the words still in his ears (and he had never loved Matt so deeply as now, with Calor Diman at his back), the darkness of the trees shifting with the movement of all the Dwarven warriors, heart heavy. But he would go, as Matt wished. There would be councils of war, when they might meet again, when Loren might see Matt once more (Matt, handsome in the star-shadow of the lake, jagged-edged himself from the torn places in his heart).
And then that voice, forty years familiar, and his name an unheard caress - reassurance, and Matt still wished him there, still held Loren's heart in the palm of his hand, as deeply as Calor Diman held his.
Title: Summoning Home
Rating: PG-13. Ish.
Fandom: The Fionavar Tapestry
Pairing: Loren Silvercloak x Matt Sören
Disclaimer: I am not Guy Gavriel Kay; I'm just having fun.
Notes: Old-men slash rocks the novel. And so canonically too. Also, WAFF up to high heaven, but honestly... it's hard not to read them this way. I tried.
Spoiler warnings: Who Matt is. The end of the bits with the dwarves.
Summary: Matt only told some of them to leave.
So that was to be how it ended. Matt was King once again, bolstered by the hearts of all his people, and he no longer needed an old scholar following him - no longer needed Loren, sharp-edged and nothing but arcane knowledge.
Loren turned, followed, the words still in his ears (and he had never loved Matt so deeply as now, with Calor Diman at his back), the darkness of the trees shifting with the movement of all the Dwarven warriors, heart heavy. But he would go, as Matt wished. There would be councils of war, when they might meet again, when Loren might see Matt once more (Matt, handsome in the star-shadow of the lake, jagged-edged himself from the torn places in his heart).
And then that voice, forty years familiar, and his name an unheard caress - reassurance, and Matt still wished him there, still held Loren's heart in the palm of his hand, as deeply as Calor Diman held his.
