by Lady Piper
AN: This is a piece of hearty Alanna/George fluff. Unusual for me because I a complete Alanna/Jon fan but I thought I try something new and refreshing. Feel free to tell me what you think—and I am sorry if Alanna is a tinsy bit OOC, it was intended.
George looked up at the stars from the great marble balcony, thinking about one who was far, far away in Corus, helping plan the largest war effort in living memory. He could hear the waves slapping the shore peacefully below him, their waters shimmering silver under the full moon. He could distantly make out the shoreline of Pirate’s Swoop, the murky shadows under the water the remnants of the fief’s name. The stars twinkled like diamonds above him and he closed his eyes, trying to imagine his Alanna with him there, alone under the starlight.
And she was there with him, a beautiful white dress adorning her body, floating gracefully in the wind. The stars were the jewels that lined cuffs and the neckline and her eyes were jewels within their own right. She slipped her hand in his, holding it tightly with her own ghostly pale one. Her coppery curls fluttered about her face, and she was smiling at the world and its beauty. Inside George thought it compared nothing to her.
And they sat there for what seemed like forever, but he didn’t care. Even if Alanna wasn’t really there, he could always be with her in his mind. He would always have his Lioness there with him, no matter what.
Alanna looked out her window of her quarters at the royal palace, watching the moon and the stars, how they glittered in the dull evening. How they brought life to a bland horizon. They were like George, how he brought such light into her darkest days, always there for her no matter what. He was always there to make things clear when they were at their fuzziest. But George wasn’t there to wipe away all her confusion now; he was back home with their children.
She closed her eyes and her thoughts brought George to her. She looked behind her, to find George with his strong arms around her waist, his brown eyes twinkling into her own purple ones. She smiled sadly, wishing the night never to end. She could stand there forever in her love's arms, content with everything and everyone around her.
But like all good things, the night had to end too.
George woke the next morning to the whispering of the tide and the peeking of the sun over the horizon. He had fallen asleep in his chair on the balcony, with Alanna, Alanna’s spirit there with him. But she was gone now, gone to another day of saving the world from destruction. She never rests, he thought with amusement. She can’t stand sitting around while something needs to be done. He missed her terribly. Someone giggled behind him. He turned to see which of his children had snuck up on him—him, the prior King of Thieves—skillfully without a sound. It was Alianne, her long hair that reached well into the small of her three-year-old back. Her purple eyes were just like Alanna’s, like amethysts with too many facets to count. Her hair had turned brown like his own after being born with strawberry blonde locks. He picked her up with ease and set her on his lap, wishing that Alanna were there to see their child, so much like both of them, her face alive with happiness of life…
Alanna sat in the council room, listen to an old courtier drone on, and on about tactics. Dark God take tactics, she thought, What we need is a weapon. A good weapon. We are fighting immortal creatures here and tactics won’t get us anywhere.
Instead, she pretended that she was at home, playing with her children on the beach, not looking out at the ocean so she would spare herself the agony of being sick. She imagined Alianne tumbling into cartwheels that she had learned from the village dancer, falling on her bottom when she forgot to do something, giggling like crazy at the simple sight of a crab limping across the sands in short, fast bursts. Or Alan, playing tag with the water as it flowed in and out, in and out of the cove. Thom would be at his books again, trying to pronounce a word that she at ten didn’t know when his six-year-old expertise would remember it well. As long as he doesn’t turn out like my brother I don’t mind his love of books, she thought airily.
“Alanna? ALANNA?” Called a voice distantly, reviving her from her daydream. She shook her head violently.
“Hmm?” she asked eyes flicking to the speaker, Jon.
“We need your opinion on this arrangement here…” With a sigh, she leaned
forward on the table to see what Jon wanted her to look at. But inside she was
still far away, in her home, where her heart was, with her husband and children…
well, thanks for reading! If you enjoyed it please e-mail me! ~ Lady Piper
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