Feb. 11th, 2017

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Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- The Avatar and his Shield Kovar must face a conspiracy that threatens everyone and everything they love. Kovar and Aeren get to know one another a little better. Comedy and Drama Ensues.

PART I PART II PART III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part VIX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII Part XIV Part XV Part XVI Part XVII Part VXIII Part VIX Part XX Part XXI XXII Part XXIII XXIV XXV XXVI


Kovar carefully held Aeren long into the night, until the young squire stopped thrashing and crying out, calling for comfort and protection from one who had likely never been able to give it. The Prince finally fell asleep, long after Aeren did, only to be awakened a short time later when Aeren quietly slipped from Kovar’s embrace and out of bed. Kovar pretended to slumber on, shielding himself tightly to prevent Aeren from sensing his wakefulness. He could feel Aeren’s eyes on him as he held the curtain aside and studied Kovar’s prone form lit by the pale light of the dying fire. Then Aeren allowed the bed curtains to close again, enfolding Kovar in darkness once more.

The Prince could hear Aeren’s light step, the sound of items being moved quietly about, clothing being drawn over flesh, and then the swish of a door and a blast of cold air as it opened and closed again. Aeren had left the chamber. Kovar stared into the darkness, expecting his quick return. Perhaps Aeren had food stores somewhere, or had left something in the cave entrance. But he did not return.

The silence was punctuated by the sound of the fan on the coal fire, which pumped what little warm air remained of the dying embers into the room. Kovar lay in the great bed, chilly and stiff, wondering if he should try to follow Aeren wherever he had gone. He realized no one knew these underground caves and chambers like the crystalcutter: one could become hopelessly lost in minutes without a guide. Kovar bit his lip, and tentatively reached out with his senses, feeling once again the strange and disturbing hum that greeted him when he first entered the caves, discomforting and invasive. He pulled back into himself quickly.

Frowning, he sat up and pulled aside the bedcurtains. The room was left as it had been the night before, but the fire was dim. A soft glow emanated from the far end of the room. Perhaps Aeren had left a light on. The bedside table bore other evidence of Aeren’s presence: he’d placed a bowl of fruit, a large hot plate of pastries and meat pies, and a fresh carafe of spring water next to it. There was a sprig of a fresh fragrant herb as well, remat, favored for cleansing the palate. Kovar smiled at the scent. Aeren must grow it in the hothouse he mentioned. A pot of cider with a small, hand written label HOT placed upon it, in case Kovar might thoughtlessly touch it and burn himself, and another hand written note: BACK SOON.

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