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feredarStory: Wish
Year: 1006 FY
Rating: G
Characters: Telri
Warnings: References to widespread stigma against blood-mages
Telri travelled with Isshiri for about four months before she realized she was in love with him. And she knew it wasn't really a new sensation--she'd been swallowing butterflies every time she looked at him since practically the very first time, and finding excuses where they would have to touch--even if it was just their hands brushing as they helped each other through obstacles. It hadn't been a conscious thing, exactly, but looking back...well, it was pretty obvious, looking back. She just hadn't put it into those words.
But then...oh, but then, one night, he fell asleep before she did, and she saw the way his hair was falling carelessly across his cheek, a soft shadow in the moonlight, and she--
She knew, in that moment, that she loved him; she ached with knowing it. And she knew that he might not ever love her back, because he was a prince and so beautiful and she was just an Unthreaded blood-mage peasant girl, and...more than anything, she just wanted to wake up tomorrow and find that none of that would matter, that the next time their hands touched, he would hold it for just a moment too long, and maybe...maybe...
Very, very gently, she smoothed the hair out of his face, then closed her eyes and wished that he could love her, too.
Year: 1006 FY
Rating: G
Characters: Telri
Warnings: References to widespread stigma against blood-mages
Telri travelled with Isshiri for about four months before she realized she was in love with him. And she knew it wasn't really a new sensation--she'd been swallowing butterflies every time she looked at him since practically the very first time, and finding excuses where they would have to touch--even if it was just their hands brushing as they helped each other through obstacles. It hadn't been a conscious thing, exactly, but looking back...well, it was pretty obvious, looking back. She just hadn't put it into those words.
But then...oh, but then, one night, he fell asleep before she did, and she saw the way his hair was falling carelessly across his cheek, a soft shadow in the moonlight, and she--
She knew, in that moment, that she loved him; she ached with knowing it. And she knew that he might not ever love her back, because he was a prince and so beautiful and she was just an Unthreaded blood-mage peasant girl, and...more than anything, she just wanted to wake up tomorrow and find that none of that would matter, that the next time their hands touched, he would hold it for just a moment too long, and maybe...maybe...
Very, very gently, she smoothed the hair out of his face, then closed her eyes and wished that he could love her, too.