A Thousand Times Goodnight
Nov. 23rd, 2011 09:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leblagueur(PSL with killtosavealife)
This was not how Remy had thought he would be spending his wedding night. Only a few hours ago he had been happy, albeit a bit terrified of his life to come, and now he felt like he had lost everything. He understood the Guilds’ decision, but that didn’t mean he agreed with it; that didn’t make it hurt any less. Julien had attack him, it was kill or be killed, but now he had to leave his home, his family and his new bride to prevent a war. It wasn’t fair.
Stashing his dufflebag in a row of bushes by the road, he snuck silently and swiftly across the lawn, only stopping once he had his back to the outer wall of the house. Taking a few deep breaths he listened intently, and only once he’d determined that the coast was clear did he start to scale the wall.
He shouldn’t be here, he shouldn’t be doing this. He should have obeyed Jean-Luc and just caught the first train out of town, but on his way to the station his feet had developed a mind of their own, bringing him here instead. He shouldn’t be here, not now, not ever again... but he had to talk to her, had to see her, one last time.
This was not how Remy had thought he would be spending his wedding night. Only a few hours ago he had been happy, albeit a bit terrified of his life to come, and now he felt like he had lost everything. He understood the Guilds’ decision, but that didn’t mean he agreed with it; that didn’t make it hurt any less. Julien had attack him, it was kill or be killed, but now he had to leave his home, his family and his new bride to prevent a war. It wasn’t fair.
Stashing his dufflebag in a row of bushes by the road, he snuck silently and swiftly across the lawn, only stopping once he had his back to the outer wall of the house. Taking a few deep breaths he listened intently, and only once he’d determined that the coast was clear did he start to scale the wall.
He shouldn’t be here, he shouldn’t be doing this. He should have obeyed Jean-Luc and just caught the first train out of town, but on his way to the station his feet had developed a mind of their own, bringing him here instead. He shouldn’t be here, not now, not ever again... but he had to talk to her, had to see her, one last time.
