Stormtossed. Billy/Orlando.
Jul. 31st, 2003 12:51 amfor
starfishchick, who bestowed upon me the rotk trailer, i offer in return the fire's stone au. it occurs to me that this technically is a travel fic, a la the lotrips100 challenge. ah well.
William grips the rail, knuckles white, hoping the sailors will assume he's drunk or seasick or both. He prays that the One Abandoned prince will stay below with the crew and his wine flask. He closes his eyes, facing the sea.
He focuses on repairing the walls, blocking out the voices that alternately scream and whisper through memory. He sets wards against the past, not the future.
"Good evening, thief," a soft murmur curls in his ear. The ship bucks and Orlando stumbles, lithe heat against him.
Not that good a thief. The ship crashes down and William is gone.
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William grips the rail, knuckles white, hoping the sailors will assume he's drunk or seasick or both. He prays that the One Abandoned prince will stay below with the crew and his wine flask. He closes his eyes, facing the sea.
He focuses on repairing the walls, blocking out the voices that alternately scream and whisper through memory. He sets wards against the past, not the future.
"Good evening, thief," a soft murmur curls in his ear. The ship bucks and Orlando stumbles, lithe heat against him.
Not that good a thief. The ship crashes down and William is gone.