drabble: guardian - sean a. gen.

When you love someone, you protect them.

And he does. He loves them all, his family, his friends, the fellowship. The three groups nestled, nebulous boundaries in his mind and heart. A part of his being always on the alert, always watching over them, and when the shields go up it's an urgent need, a visceral drive and there's no arguing with nature in that moment.

So when it's over, when the danger, be it perceived or real, is past, Sean laughs with the rest, tells the story first, mocks himself loudest, and hides his weariness behind a sheepish grin.

(originally posted here.)

a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds

[eta - i went away and wrote the lotrips100. guardian, sean a. gen. challenge required use of the word "visceral".]