Ash

:D

2008-08-26T08:52:32Z

I am still working on my Gabransa fic. I promise you that. But like I said before, life has an iron grip on me and unfortunately real life has to come first XD;;

:o

2008-07-29T03:49:42Z

I'm alive! I swear!!! Real life stuff just has an iron grip on me XD;

paleash @ 2008-04-11T07:14:00

2008-04-11T11:14:48Z

Changed my mood theme. Now it's cute li'l bunny heads. That is all XD

Holy fuck!

2008-04-04T10:27:55Z

I haven't updated since September? That's pitiful. I am still working on my Gabransa fic though. Too bad real life keeps getting in the way of what's important ;)

No new revelations.

2007-09-12T09:05:37Z

Except that I'm now playing Final Fantasy X and I am now officially in love with Auron. I'd be in love with Wakka too if he'd cut out the 'ya?' thing. Be in love with Tidus as well if he had a VA that didn't make my ears cry. So yes, Auron gets all the love. Lucky him :)

Boredom. Gotta love it.

2007-09-11T11:04:00Z

Made myself into a South Park character:

Am I cute or what?? ;)

Still (slowly) working on my fic. I changed tact in the middle of it so I had to rewrite a lot of it. Oh well. If you want to inspire me and make me go faster give me links to Gabransa fanart :p

Ha ha. Shit.

2007-08-03T10:53:33Z

I didn't think so much time had passed between my last entry and this one. Real life has a way of grabbing time and zooming way far ahead with it. My Gabransa fic is half finished so I'm getting there.

And I did pay off my boyfriend's mother so now I don't have to work as hard and I'll have more time to goof off on the internetz ;)

I liiive!

2007-05-26T02:43:10Z

I'm alive. I promise. Just have to work to survive and all that pleasant stuff. I'll have time to write this weekend so expect something to be posted in the near future :)

Cross posted everywhere. Deal with it.

2007-04-24T09:33:58Z

I made some ~~crappy~~ icons. No need to credit me if you take them, but if you claim that you made them two things will happen:

1. I will wonder why you'd want to take credit for my crappy workmanship.
2. I will throw a dead squid at your head.

That being said:

Teaser =

Icons (1 Basch, 1 Balthier, and 3 Vaan.):

1.

2.

3. 4. 5.

paleash @ 2007-04-17T02:23:00

2007-04-17T08:25:57Z

Working on both a Balthier/Vaan fic and a Gabransa fic. However work is really kicking my ass right now so writing is slow going. Gods, I'm so fucking tired. Oh well. Off to work now XD

sigh

2007-03-30T22:47:40Z

Please people. I beg of you. Stop limiting yourselves. Seme and uke roles should not be defined by looks, personality, and age. A short, blond, shy, faggy-looking thing can screw a large, loud, hairy man. Believe me. I know :)

Edit: *grinds teeth* I nearly replied to this on the journal I found it on, but I didn't think it fair to the journal owner and so I'm putting it here in case the author of this decides to respond. Anyway, the ridiculous post in question:

"And you're right, Balthier can't be an uke and Vaan can't be a seme. Reason 1; Vaan was BORN an uke, he wouldn't know what to do as a seme. Reason 2; The leading dude's NEVER an uke."

And I must ask this person, what the FUCK kind of daft logic is that? This is what I was talking about earlier. People limit themselves and it's very sad. What's even more sad is that most of these people complain about others stereotyping without even realizing that they're doing it themselves -_-;

The Happy Ending

2007-03-17T21:42:34Z

Guarding Larsa was a lot harder in the following weeks. The brunet evaded Gabranth constantly, slipping off whenever the judge turned his back and forcing the man to look for him. He also stopped talking to the blond unless it was absolutely necessary. And when he did talk he avoided looking at Gabranth, speaking in a quiet voice.

With a sigh the judge rolled out of bed, not really looking forward to another maddeningly silent day. He missed the happy, smiling Larsa who insisted that he drop the ‘Lord’ formality when they were alone. He even missed the Larsa he’d frightened out of his chambers all those nights ago. He still had a faint memory of the brunet’s taste on his tongue. Another sigh and Gabranth stripped his sleeping pants off, tossing them onto his bed. He dressed in his hot leather clothes and heavy armour, putting his helmet on.

As he approached the young lord’s room disturbing sounds reached his ears. He could hear the sounds of a scuffle and a man’s angry shouts. Then Larsa’s voice cried out,

“No! Stop it! Release me at once!”

Kidnappers? Gabranth unsheathed his weapons and smashed the door open. What he saw made his heart drop into his stomach. Larsa, his eyes full of tears, was being held in place tightly by a hand on his upper arm. It was Vayne holding his brother still, his other hand cupping the boy’s crotch. Both brunets had frozen when Gabranth burst in, but the shock was wearing off. Vayne released his brother, straightening up and patting the boy’s bottom.

“Run along, Larsa.” He said.

Larsa ran. Fast. Right by Gabranth, rubbing his teary eyes. Gabranth’s fingers twitched convulsively around the handles of his weapons.

[You bloody bastard.]

Vayne stared impassively at him, not abashed in the slightest over being discovered groping his younger brother. After a few tense moments Gabranth put his weapons away.

“I thank you for your discretion.” Vayne said.

[If you hurt him I will kill you.] “Yes Lord Vayne.”

“Shouldn’t you be going after him? You are his guardian after all.”

“Yes Lord Vayne.”

Gabranth turned and left Larsa’s room, sick with rage.

[I am sleeping in a chair by Larsa’s door from now on. That bastard is not going to get another chance.]

He decided to look for Larsa in the garden first. The brunet had once told him that when he felt sad he always went to the flower garden. With that thought in mind the man headed off.

If there were no path it would be easy to get lost in the garden. It was a massive four acre square located in the palace’s middle courtyard and it overflowed with nearly every flower you could think of. Gabranth walked quietly down the red dirt path, looking for any sign of his young lord. He turned a corner nearly in the center of the garden and spotted Larsa. He was sitting on the foot bridge that spanned the small man-made stream that flowed through the garden. He was looking very forlorn indeed and feeding what looked like stale bread crumbs to the koi fish in the water. Gabranth stood there, watching the boy, and it pained him to see such a look on Larsa’s face. The brunet probably felt like he had no one to trust anymore. The judge removed his helmet and something soft brushed against his face. He looked up to see some pale purple flowers hanging from a vine-covered tree. He didn’t remember their name, but did remember that they were Larsa’s favorite. Tucking his helmet under his arm he reached up and picked one of the flowers. He walked out onto the bridge and stood beside the boy, dropping the bloom softly onto Larsa’s knee.

“…Can you forgive me for being a brute to you?” He asked.

Larsa brushed the remainder of his bread crumbs into the water before picking the blossom up. He sniffed the flower, a sad smile on his face.

“Of course, Gabranth. I deserved what I got. I understand now.”

“What do you understand?” The judge frowned.

“That I am a terrible person.” The brunet replied miserably, a tear rolling down his cheek.

“You are not a terrible person.” Gabranth replied hotly. “Why would you think that?”

“Because… of what I did to you.”

The blond was stunned, “What?”

“Vayne touched me and I didn’t like it. I didn’t want him to.” The boy let out a shuddering sigh. “I told him to stop, but he didn’t listen. That is what I did to you. I touched you when you didn’t want me to, when you didn’t like it. I didn’t listen when you said to stop. If I made you feel half as bad as Vayne made me feel then I am truly a terrible and disgusting person. I’m sorry, Gabranth-“

“Stop.” Gabranth snapped. “Don’t say such daft things. You and Lord Vayne are nothing alike. I… damnit.” He ran his hands through his hair and paced the bridge. “…I liked it. That is why I acted the way I did. I wanted it very much and that scared me.”

Larsa looked up at the man in surprise. The fact that something actually scared Gabranth was more surprising to the brunet than the fact that the man had enjoyed what they’d done.

“I don’t understand. Why… would that frighten you?”

Gabranth let out an exasperated sigh, “I told you Lord Larsa, it isn’t appropriate for a man my age to be with someone of your age. You are too young to understand… to know what you want.”

The judge knew he’d said the wrong thing the moment it was out of his mouth. Larsa’s face had darkened like a storm cloud and he got to his feet.

“If Vayne dropped dead I would be expected to take his place immediately. I am not too young to rule an entire Empire and yet I am too young to know if I like being touched by you or not? Too young to know if you arouse me or not?”

Gabranth was about to tell Larsa to keep it down when he realized that the brunet was being quiet. He wasn’t shouting like someone his age would normally do in a quarrel. All his words came out in an angry hiss, something an adult would do if they realized the argument called for some discretion.

“Do you think I did not come across predators and molestation in my reading?” Larsa asked. “I asked you, you did not ask me. You did not manipulate me into doing what you wanted. I…I… seduced you…!”

The man was speechless and he stared at Larsa, who’d gone very red in the face.

“You didn’t molest me, Gabranth and you are not a bad person for taking pleasure in what we did. I am not dull-witted. I knew full well what I was asking for.”

And with that the boy spun on his heel and crossed the bridge, vanishing between two flowering bushes.

“Lord Larsa! Stop!” Gabranth jogged after the boy. “You’ll get lost in there!”

“I’ve been wandering these gardens since I was three years old.” Larsa’s voice responded somewhere to his right. “I won’t get lost.”

Gabranth crashed through a rose bush and caught a glimpse of Larsa’s curled hair vanishing behind a tree.

“Lord Larsa…” He sighed.

The boy peeked out from behind the tree he’d just vanished behind. “Yes?”

“Where are you going?”

“Away from you, you infuriating man.” He replied primly, vanishing again.

Was that a hint of a smile on Larsa’s lips he’d seen? He followed the boy. He could hear Larsa quietly walking through the trees and bushes, but didn’t catch sight of him again until they reached a tiny clearing in one corner of the courtyard. Larsa looked up at the massive stone walls before sighing and sitting in a bed of small white clover flowers. Gabranth approached the boy and set his helmet on the ground before straightening up again.

“When I came upon you and Lord Vayne I wanted to kill him.”

Larsa didn’t look up, but the judge knew he was listening.

“You realize that if the situation had been reversed that Lord Vayne would have killed me on the spot.”

“Yes…”

“You understand that any relationship we may have will have to be kept secret.”

“Of course.” Larsa replied, trying to contain his excitement.

The brunet squeaked and flailed his arms as Gabranth suddenly picked him up by the scruff of his shirt, lifting him right off the ground and into a hug.

“You know that I will protect you until my last breath has been expelled.”

“Yes.” The boy replied, clinging to Gabranth and blushing furiously.

“I will make sure Lord Vayne never gets another chance but if he finds some way and he hurts you, you will tell me.”

“Gabranth...”

“Say it, Larsa!” The man ordered. “You will tell me if Lord Vayne hurts you!”

Larsa was starting to feel all warm and tingly inside from Gabranth’s fierce proclamations.

“I will tell you if Vayne hurts me.” He whispered.

“Know that if he hurts you I will kill him and willingly be imprisoned or beheaded for it.”

The boy’s face was beet red by this time and he could only manage a nod. Gabranth nodded back and set Larsa on his feet. The brunet stared up at him with a mixture of awe and yearning on his face.

“I never knew… how devoted...” He murmured.

Gabranth just stroked the side of Larsa’s face, a rare smile coming to his lips as the boy nuzzled his hand.

“Gabranth…”

“Yes my Lord?”

“I’m happy that I have you again.”

The judge slowly ran his fingers through Larsa’s hair. “And I am pleased to have you back as well, Lord Larsa.”

“...Just Larsa, Gabranth.”

“Of course. Larsa.”

~Fin~
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More innocent Gabransa sex later. I thought this ‘ending’ would be better without sex. Anyway, I’m labelling this the "unofficial" ending to ‘Lord and Guardian’ because I still like my angsty ending better XD

And yes I do like Vayne, but let’s face it… the guy has a “I would molest my brother in a minute!” sticker on his forehead.

lol

2007-03-17T08:00:40Z

Cloud makes a good woman, don't you think?

(Found on 4chan)

o.O?

2007-03-15T10:45:01Z

Why the fuck does LJ add you to your own friend's list?

Ha ha.

2007-03-13T23:55:26Z

The definition of irony: me being called a "sicko pervert" by a Penelo/Larsa writer in which her Penelo diddles Larsa with a strap-on. We wrote virtually the same thing, lady. You're in no position to judge me.

Might as well post this here too.

2007-03-12T11:14:24Z

Gabranth was jolted out of a particularly deep sleep by someone tugging on his arm. Still half asleep he grabbed his knife from under the pillow and brandished at the intruder. The gasp of surprise he heard in response however couldn’t belong to any kind of dangerous intruder. He snapped into full alertness almost immediately and lit the lamp beside his bed to see Larsa, clad in a pair of cream-colored pyjamas, standing there. The brunet’s eyes were very wide and the tip of Gabranth’s knife was nearly poking against his neck.

“Lord Larsa!” He said, quickly setting the knife aside. “I apologize. I did not know it was you.”

“I-it’s okay, Gabranth.” The boy replied. “And I thought I told you to call me Larsa.”

“Larsa. What’s wrong?”

Larsa’s cheeks turned slightly red and he motioned for his guardian to look down.

“Oh…” Gabranth said, seeing the protrusion in the young lord’s pants. “I told you how to get rid of that did I not?”

“You did and I tried it, but I think I did it wrong.” Larsa whispered. “It hurt and you told me it wasn’t supposed to hurt.”

With a grunt Gabranth sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “What did you try?”

Larsa’s face was steadily turning a darker hue of red. “Just stroking it, but it was difficult to and it started to hurt so I stopped.”

“Ah.” Gabranth muttered. “Forgive me. I forgot to tell you…”

The judge leaned over and opened the drawer in his beside table and pulled out a bottle of amber liquid.

“You need something like this to help you.” He said.

“What… what is it?” Larsa asked.

“It’s lubricant.” The blond held the bottle out. “Go on. You can have it.”

Larsa didn’t take the bottle and he stared down at his feet.

“What’s troubling you, Larsa?”

“Will you… will you show me?” The brunet asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

Gabranth nearly dropped the glass vial in surprised. It slipped just to the tips of his fingers, but he managed to keep a hold on it.

“N-no! I cannot!”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s… it’s not appropriate.”

“Why not?”

Gabranth sighed, “It is not right for a man my age to… to… show things like that to someone of your age. Your brother would have me imprisoned.”

“How is he going to find out?” Larsa asked, a stubborn tone coming into his voice.

“Larsa, I cannot. Please do not ask me.” Gabranth nearly pleaded.

“I’m afraid that if I do it it will hurt again. Please Gabranth. Just this once. Then I will know how to do it and I can do it on my own.”

Larsa stepped forward and gently took a hold of one of the man’s wrists, giving him a pleading look.

[No, no, no. Bad, bad, bad.] The internal sirens in the judge’s body were wailing at maximum volume.

“Larsa… I…”

The brunet squeezed Gabranth’s wrist. “Please.”

[BAD!]

“This once and only this once.” He finally replied, ignoring all of his internal alarms.

Larsa smiled, “That is what I said. Once.”

“…Come here.”

Larsa clambered onto the judge’s bed and the man pulled his legs back up onto the bed. He sat back against his headboard with a sigh, trying to figure out how they should do this. His question was soon answered for him as Larsa plopped down into his lap like he was expecting a bed time story.

[NO GOOD!!]

Larsa tilted his head back to look up at Gabranth.

[Don’t look at me.]

Larsa continued to look anxiously up at him and the man sighed, uncorking the vial. He was hoping that the brunet’s erection would be gone by now, but no such luck.

“Pull-“ He choked on the words.

“Gabranth? Are you all right?”

“Pull your pants down enough so that you can see.” The judge croaked.

The blond stared off at the wall while Larsa wiggled in his lap, pulling his pyjama bottoms down to the middle of his thighs. Gabranth continued to stare at the wall as he poured some of the amber liquid into his palm. He set the vial aside and swirled his fingers around his palm, warming the liquid, getting his hand wet. Larsa watched with interest. The liquid contrasted greatly with Gabranth’s pale skin. Gabranth glanced down briefly to make sure his hand was going in the right direction before looking over at the other wall. His fingers made contact with Larsa’s erection and the brunet let out a squeak. The man’s internal alarms were cringing and wailing at the same time, but he ignored them.

[Maybe he won’t like it and tell me to stop.]

Gabranth’s warm fingers wrapped around Larsa’s penis. His large hand enclosed the brunet’s entire length. Larsa wriggled and squirmed. It felt weird having his guardian touching him, but good at the same time. The man swallowed hard and slowly began to stroke Larsa. The boy squeaked and squirmed again, though a tiny moan also escaped his lips. The judge’s heart was beating wildly against his ribs. Larsa could feel the wild tattoo of it on his back. Unconsciously Larsa moved his legs a bit wider apart pushing his pyjama bottoms down to his knees. Gabranth felt his penis stir within his own sleeping pants and he nearly groaned in embarrassment.

[Please no. Anything but that.]

Larsa watched Gabranth’s hand fondle him with rapt attention. This felt much better than his first solo attempt. The man’s fingers were rough with calluses but made slick by the lubricant.

“Ga-gabranth.”

The brunet’s arms reached back and wrapped around Gabranth’s neck. The judge tried not to listen to Larsa’s small, breathy moans. He tried not to feel Larsa’s arms around his neck and the boy’s rear instinctively grinding down against his lap. And speaking of instinct… the man’s hand had travelled down to Larsa’s testicles, cupping them gently, without Gabranth even taking notice.

“Ah!” Larsa said, one hand grabbing onto the blond’s wrist with a surprisingly strong grip.

Gabranth expected Larsa to try and pull his hand away not push it down further, holding it in place. He gently squeezed the brunet’s balls and massaged them slowly. Larsa’s body trembled and he turned his head, burying it against the side of Gabranth’s neck. The judge grit his teeth. His penis was hardening against Larsa’s rear. It wouldn’t be long before the young lord would feel it there. He tried to think of all his turn-offs but any time Larsa moaned or mewled in his ear the thoughts would vanish and his focus would return to the brunet. He now stroked Larsa’s virgin entrance with his middle finger while the rest continued to caress his testicles. The arm Larsa had around Gabranth’s neck tightened and he whined softly. The brunet had no idea that it could feel *this* good. His pyjama bottoms were pushed all the way down to his ankles as Larsa spread his legs a bit wider. The young lord felt something warm and hard against his bottom, but didn’t register what it was quite yet. Gabranth grit his teeth again as his erection throbbed in sync with every one of Larsa’s moans. He continued to stare determinedly at the wall. His finger rubbed against and nudged Larsa’s asshole, but he didn’t penetrate it. That was one thing he was wholly determined not to do.

“Gabranth. It hurts…” Larsa whined.

The man slowed his ministrations and forced himself to look down at Larsa. “Where?”

“Here…” The brunet whimpered, guiding the judge’s hand to the base of his penis. “All over.”

Gabranth gently rubbed his hand over Larsa’s lower belly, not all that surprised to find more than a few crisp curls growing there. His boy was turning into a man. Wait… his boy?

“Your orgasm is building up.” Gabranth explained. “But if it hurts too much I’ll stop.”

“No.” Larsa shook his head. “I want you to keep going. Please?”

After a moment’s pause Gabranth nodded and returned to slowly stroking the brunet’s erection.

“Could you…” Larsa tugged the man’s free hand back down to his balls. “Please? I…I liked that thing your middle finger was doing…”

“Yes Larsa…” The man murmured, nibbling very lightly on the shell of Larsa’s ear.

Larsa’s cheeks reddened but he didn’t tell the judge to stop. He didn’t want him to stop. With his hands busy stroking, caressing and rubbing the blond slowly ran his tongue up behind Larsa’s ear.

[Wait. What in the bloody hell am I doing?]

Gabranth straightened up and went back to staring at the wall. Larsa looked up at him with a faint pout on his lips. But before he could open his mouth to ask Gabranth why he stopped a shudder ran through his body and he moaned. Gabranth’s thumb was rubbing almost roughly against the head of his erection while his other finger pressed hard against his anus.

“Gab…” Larsa panted. “Gabranth, I think it’s coming soon. I…”

The brunet’s testicles felt tight and his lower belly was tensing up. He wrapped both arms around the blond’s neck, hugging him tight.

“Ooohhh!”

Gabranth had to bite the inside of his lip to stop himself from watching Larsa obtain his fruitless orgasm. Nevertheless he felt the brunet’s seed spread out into his palm and his erection throbbed in response. Larsa sat there, panting, his arms still around the judge’s neck. Gabranth quickly wiped his hand on the sheets before the thought of tasting Larsa’s release even crossed his mind.

“Mm?” Larsa lifted his head up. There was still something warm, hard, and pulsing pressed against his bottom.

The brunet blushed when he realized what that thing was and he looked up at Gabranth. The man was still trying, almost frantically, to wipe his hand clean on the blanket. He didn’t even notice Larsa had slipped out of his lap until he felt the front his pants being pulled down.

“No…! Lars-AH.” He cried as Larsa’s small hands gently took a hold of his penis, extracting it from his pants.

“Wow…” Larsa murmured, running his thumb along the vein on the underside of the judge’s erection, completely fascinated.

“Larsa…” Gabranth grabbed the brunet’s shoulder. “Stop.”

“Why? I can try what I learned on you and you can tell me if I’m doing it right.”

Before Gabranth could protest against this Larsa had the vial of lubricant and was pouring some into his hand then rubbing his hands together, wetting them both.

“It’s all right, Gabranth. I want to.” He said, cheeks turning dark red.

With a resigned moan the blond flopped down on his pillows. He couldn’t fight it anymore. Larsa had won. The brunet untangled his pants from around his ankles and removed them completely before straddling Gabranth’s thighs. His small, trembling fingers just fit around the blond’s girth and he stroked the man hesitantly.

“That’s good, Larsa…” Gabranth muttered.

That small praise added confidence to Larsa’s strokes and they became more eager. Small drops of pre-cum beaded on the tip of Gabranth’s penis and Larsa was suddenly tempted to lick them away. He leaned in and lapped the pre-cum up, tasting it almost pensively. Kind of salty, but not bad. He jumped when Gabranth’s hand threaded into his hair, but the man didn’t push him away. In fact when Larsa looked up at the blond he was looking down at him with a look he’d never seen on the judge’s stony face before. It was almost… feral? Larsa was filled with more confidence and he cupped the shaft of Gabranth’s erection between his hands, stroking it while his tongue lapped at the head.

“Larsa…” The man purred, releasing the young lord’s hair. “Straddle my chest instead.”

The brunet blinked, confused, but did as the man asked. He turned to face away from the blond, straddling his chest.

“Oh!” He gasped his he felt Gabranth’s tongue lick at where his middle finger had been prodding before.

“All right?” Gabranth asked, taking a hold of Larsa’s skinny hips.

“Y-yes.”

“You are sure.”

“Yes.” The boy replied with more certainty.

The man dragged Larsa backwards, parting his buttocks and running his tongue continuously over the brunet’s opening. Larsa’s tongue could just reach the head of Gabranth’s erection and he continued to lick it while his hands rubbed the man’s shaft. The blond groaned and squeezed Larsa’s hips, his tongue writhing against the boy’s hole. Wondering what would happen Larsa very gently prodded the slit on the head of Gabranth’s penis with his tongue. The man moaned and ran his hands up Larsa’s shirt and over his back. Liking that reaction very much Larsa repeated the action and Gabranth’s balls tightened.

“Larsa.” He panted. “Stop. I’m going to come. Lar…”

Larsa ignored the man and took advantage of his lax grip, wiggling forward enough to suckle on the tip of the judge’s penis briefly before licking it again. Gabranth tried to pull Larsa backwards but the brunet only wiggled away from him again, dabbling his tongue into his slit once more.

“Ughn!” The man grunted, ejaculating in Larsa’s face.

The brunet wasn’t affronted in the least. He turned to face Gabranth wiping the man’s sperm off his cheek with a finger then tasting it thoughtfully. Still salty. Still not bad. The judge watched him with a lop-sided smirk on his face. If only he could have cum buried balls-deep in that supple…

[What are you thinking?]

The smirk slid off Gabranth’s face and his stomach clenched. Suddenly he felt quite sick and watching Larsa sampling his sperm only made it worse. He grabbed Larsa by the wrist, moving the boy’s hand away from his face. The brunet took this to mean that Gabranth wanted to clean him off and started crawling happily up the man’s body.

“You have to go.” Gabranth said, abruptly sitting up.

Larsa blinked. “Pardon me?”

The man lifted Larsa up by his armpits and set him on the floor beside his bed. “Go.”

He grabbed the boy’s pyjama pants and held them out to him.

“But…” Larsa stammered, putting his pants back on. “What…?”

“You must leave.”

“Gabranth…” Larsa reached out to touch the man’s shoulder.

“GET OUT!” Gabranth roared, suddenly losing his temper and slapping Larsa’s hand violently away from him.

The brunet stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock, holding his stinging hand. Then without a word he turned and fled from the room. Gabranth put his lamp out by tossing it onto the stone floor then he punched his mattress viciously. With his fists smarting and stomach churning queasily Gabranth lay on his side in the dark, trying to forget Larsa’s sweet taste.

~~~
Gabranth still felt sick the next day and he was glad he had his helmet to hide behind so Larsa wouldn’t see the look of self-loathing and shame on his face. When he entered the young lord’s chambers he was sitting at his desk, already writing up imporant papers for his brother. The judge slowly approached the desk then stood at his usual spot beside it.

“…Good Morning, Larsa.”

“Lord Larsa.” The boy quietly corrected him, not looking up.

“Right. Forgive me. Lord Larsa.”

~Fin~
***
Don’t say I didn’t warn you. If enough people really want a happy ending I may write one, but for now it remains an angsty, sad ending :(

Well...

2007-03-12T02:02:25Z

...finally got a LJ. I thought I could resist the allure of an online journal but no. I think I'll probably only use it to contribute to communities and the like. My life isn't terribly exciting so my journals are always boring XD

Ash

:D

:o