Bow Before The Lord Marshal

Reunion

   You could hear his boot steps as he come through the halls. They were rushed, and uncaring of the others around them. No Necromonger stopped hi along his way; they knew to let him go the way he needed, and everyone knew where he was going. It had spread quicker than a wildfire that you were awake, and well. Everyone knew their Lord Marshal was going to check on his Lady.

   Pausing just before the door, his steps stopped. A hint of worry coursed through your veins when he didn't open the door immediately, but a moment later the metal door creaked open and slammed shut after he stepped inside. You had your own back to the door, waiting for him. Cautiously, he stepped forward and walked around to stand in front of you. Your Y/E/C eyes were pointed towards the floor, so the first thing you saw were the metal of his boots. A gloved hand, gently, placed itself below your chin, and with little force, you pulled your eyes up to him.

"Y/N," he said softly.

   His hazel eyes gleamed in the dim light, and worry was written all over his face. His hair wasn't kept very well, and bagged had formed under his eyes.

"As a Lord Marshal," you started. "You shouldn't allow others to see yourself weakened."

"I could care less of what others thought," he growled, as his faced hardened.

   As quickly as his body tensed, he softened. A tear flowed from your eye, and you smiled.

"You needn't worry, my love," you said softly. "I won't harm you for it."

   Slowly, he placed both of his hands on your cheeks. String at nothing, but you, he leaned forward and placed his forehead against yours.

"You think you are my weakness," he whispered. "But you're my strength. My... Godess."

   You smiled brightly, and Vaako chuckled. Closing your eyes, you felt him kiss where your heads had met, then your cheek, you nose, then finally, he brought his lips to yours. You gently kissed him back, then you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. The metal of his amor felt like it was separating the two of you, so you began to unstrap each metal piece you could. A shiver ran through his body as you continued to strip him of his protection. His hot breaths fanned against you neck, and a soft growl escaped his throat.
  Each piece of armor clanged against the floor of the room. He kept his face close to your neck, and he shuttered with each piece that left his body. You felt like you were taking away the layer that hid his true self from everyone around.

"Vaako," you whispered softly. "I heard you while I was unconscious."

Slowly, he puled his head away to look into your eyes. His eyes were like a storm fighting itself. There... wa fear, anger, sadness, and maybe even regret within his eyes. Gently placing a hand on his cheek, he closed his eyes and a tear fell onto his face. Watching the path that the tear took, Vaako took a deep breath.

"You don't need to say anything, but..." you paused for a moment, and he opened his eyes to look at you. "Darvik told me... of who you were before. He didn't go into detail, but..."

Vaako sighed, and he grabbed ahold of your hands in his own. He now was only armor from the waist down, and his chest was clothed in a black shirt.

"I am far from the man I was before," he stated calmly. "The people who I had then are no longer here."

"Vaako," you started. "Who you are now was created from that time."

Tilting his head slowly, he swallowed the fear that was holding him back.

"I was the Prince of my home world, Darokko," he began. "Back then, the Necromonger Legion was searching for a world that seemed to remain hidden from them... That world was Furya. Zhylaw was searching for Furya to end a prophecy that was told to them ages before: that a Furyan male would end the Crusade of the Necromongers."

Silence enveloped the room, and you placed you hands on his arms. His eyes, looking dark, looked down at you.

"The moment I saw you," he stated softly. "I fell in love with you."

Placing his hands on your cheeks again, he stared deeply into your eyes.

"I could see the spirit you held within you. At the time I didn't know you were half Furyan," he whispered. "It wasn't until after I had you taken to the Quasi-Dead that I knew. I don't wish to lose you, but I am now tied to the faith. I know you don't see this as faith as your own."

"I feel a darkness, or a bad feeling," you interrupted. "I sense that deep down... I do not wish to be here in this faith, but I don't want to leave you, or lose you. I'm scared. I know we aren't supposed to feel it, nor pain, but I can."

Leaning down, he kissed you softly.

""What are you scared of," he asked. "I can name my next successor, then say it is my time to go to the Underverse, and take you with me. We could vanish from the Necromonger faith, and we could be together."

   Shaking your head, you take a small step back from his hands. Confusion, and sadness slap across his face. You stare into his eyes, and calmly begin to speak your mind.

"Vaako, we can't leave Darvik here, and I know he is Furyan."

   Vaako takes a breath and averts his eyes for a moment, but they gradually make their way back to you own Y/E/C eyes.

"There's something, no... someone here, on this ship," you begin. "Someone who makes me uneasy, and at first I didn't understand why, but now I do."

"I saw you dead."

   There's a silence between you, and you feel the tears from the emotions you felt in that dream.

"I had your blood on my hands, but I didn't kill you. Someone had killed you, but didn't claim your death. You died, and the Necromongers believed it was I who took your life."

   Vaako still did not say a word as he listened to you. Tears streamed down your face, and you lowered your eyes to the ground. The pain you felt in your heart was almost unbearable.

"In this... dream, I was named Lord Marshal, but I did not want it. I did not need it," you sobbed, then you looked back at Vaako.

   Taking a step back into your space, you felt as Vaako placed his hands on your shoulders. Feeling yourself weaken in your pain, you crumpled down, and he caught you in his arms.

"No one is capable of ending my life," he stated softly. "At least not without an audience."

   Pressing your face against his neck, you inhaled his scent.

"That's not what I'm so worried about, Vaako," you said. "I worry more about what I'd become without you."

   With those last words, Vaako looked down at you. Tears fell from his eyes, and he stroked your cheek.

"I will not go to the Underverse before you," he stated, then he kissed your forehead gently.

   Placing a hand on his cheek, you pulled his lips to your own. His lips felt soft against yours, and the skin of his face felt rough in comparison. A soft growl came from his throat, and in response you gave a small whimper. Again, submitting to his power, you felt safer, but also hungry for him. It wasn't a hunger that was ravenous, but instead it was a soft and gentle hunger, more of a thirst.

   Feeling the edge of your soul with his own. Vaako felt that same thirst, and the layers of clothing between you felt like too much.