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emeraldembersLegacy of Kain drabbles
Pairing: Vorador/Janos
Rating: G
Prophecy, 100 words, G.
Vorador grit his teeth, looking pained.
"It is done, then," he murmured to the confused fledgling who had brought the news.
Janos had died as prophecied, his secrets going with him.
And the dark one was there as he died, not Vorador.
Vorador hated Janos, hated his secrets, hated his love. Hated knowing what he had lost to stay with him.
He hated that he loved Janos back.
Vorador stood at the window, sword in hand, and willed himself to appear at the Circle of Nine's lair.
Janos had prophecied this too.
But this time, Vorador would appreciate his prophecy.
Confusion, 100 words, G.
Janos had never fully understood suicide. He had seen it all around him after their kind had been afflicted with the blood curse, but he could never comprehend what desperation it was that made someone take their life - if he could cope with the trauma, why could so few others?
He had asked Vorador his opinion, once. Vorador had looked at him as if he were telling a sick joke, then shook his head, looking out of the window.
"If you don't understand, it's for the best." Memories flashed before his eyes, too clear, too recent. "You don't want to."
Pairing: Vorador/Janos
Rating: G
Prophecy, 100 words, G.
Vorador grit his teeth, looking pained.
"It is done, then," he murmured to the confused fledgling who had brought the news.
Janos had died as prophecied, his secrets going with him.
And the dark one was there as he died, not Vorador.
Vorador hated Janos, hated his secrets, hated his love. Hated knowing what he had lost to stay with him.
He hated that he loved Janos back.
Vorador stood at the window, sword in hand, and willed himself to appear at the Circle of Nine's lair.
Janos had prophecied this too.
But this time, Vorador would appreciate his prophecy.
Confusion, 100 words, G.
Janos had never fully understood suicide. He had seen it all around him after their kind had been afflicted with the blood curse, but he could never comprehend what desperation it was that made someone take their life - if he could cope with the trauma, why could so few others?
He had asked Vorador his opinion, once. Vorador had looked at him as if he were telling a sick joke, then shook his head, looking out of the window.
"If you don't understand, it's for the best." Memories flashed before his eyes, too clear, too recent. "You don't want to."
