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Title~ Alone
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ She's mine~ all mine~~~
Notes~ kawa~ 67. Why am I inventing all the bois' wives all of a sudden? I still haven't got the smegging healers figured xX;;; Fina, btw, is Inel's wife, which those of you who know Inel can prolly pick up from the "good listener" bit X3

Also, it's short. It was dragging~~~ so I just cut it off. You get the general gist of it XD;;

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Fina hugged herself tightly, her watery red eyes only half-watching the open door of the bedroom. The sun had risen a good hour ago, but still she refused to move from the bed.

Why was she crying already? He’d only been gone for three weeks, and he’d told her several times that it took at least four to get to the Kazinian border. He was still in Raykin, and in no danger at all. Even when he did get there, he’d been several times before, and just the fact that he rode with the Own meant he was good enough to fight his way through whatever the northern kingdom threw at him. If all else failed, he had fourteen other guys there who were just as good as him.

Fina choked back another sob. He was still in Raykin, he was perfectly safe… but that didn’t stop her from wanting him there in the bed beside her.

It was the same every time, but usually she was at least able to remain strong until the forth week, when she knew he’d be crossing the border.

“I’ll never get used to this,” she murmured quietly.

Every time he left, she wanted to just grab him and not let him go. Four, six, eight months of worrying… it was too much for her to handle. She knew he had to do it, but that didn’t stop her from wanting to keep him here.

She knew she could talk to him about it. She could talk to him about anything, and he would listen. But this was his job. She didn’t want him feeling guilty for her just because it meant he had to go to Kazin for a few months every year. If he did take her words to heart and relinquished his position in the Own, then Fina would feel guilty, and to her, guilt was far worse than worry.

And so she curled up under the covers, the bed seeming even bigger and emptier with only her tiny, scrunched up form in it.

“I miss you,” she whispered, her eyes clouding over with tears again.

Date: 2006-05-05 04:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] drazzi.livejournal.com
I feel so much for the wives and kiddies they leave behind when they go on missions =(

Date: 2006-05-05 05:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] garney.livejournal.com
The Pwned Wives Club

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