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Questioning the Emotion
0 ReviewsHow can she claim to love him when she wants to hate him? [Drabble]
Disclaimer: I don't own or make anything off this. Pity.
Warnings: Slight spoilers maybe?
Notes: Drabble for the LJ interest challenge, this one was for Freya.
Questioning the Emotion
by fairady
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Freya had been in love only once in her life. She'd been young then, and dead certain that she had found her other half.
She would wait for him outside the King's council everyday, even though it was only for a moment that he would stop to talk with her. Sir Fratley was a very busy man with an unimaginable burden of duty on him, so those moments he would speak to her were precious beyond anything. They spoke quickly, with formal words that said nothing and shy glances that said everything.
Freya is still in love with the Fratley she so clearly remembers. Even though she is older now, and less certain about that love. After all, how can she claim to love him when she can barely stand to look at him? To look at the wraith of the man who wears her dear Fratley's body so well, but doesn't even remember her name. How can that be love?
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Warnings: Slight spoilers maybe?
Notes: Drabble for the LJ interest challenge, this one was for Freya.
Questioning the Emotion
by fairady
~
Freya had been in love only once in her life. She'd been young then, and dead certain that she had found her other half.
She would wait for him outside the King's council everyday, even though it was only for a moment that he would stop to talk with her. Sir Fratley was a very busy man with an unimaginable burden of duty on him, so those moments he would speak to her were precious beyond anything. They spoke quickly, with formal words that said nothing and shy glances that said everything.
Freya is still in love with the Fratley she so clearly remembers. Even though she is older now, and less certain about that love. After all, how can she claim to love him when she can barely stand to look at him? To look at the wraith of the man who wears her dear Fratley's body so well, but doesn't even remember her name. How can that be love?
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