Sequel

Having to write papers that are due in a few days and get done one and decide to take a break. So I go to write Sequel because I'm like, I want something light and funny. Annnnd

It's like a frying pan in the face.

This had me in tears and I had to stop writing near the end because everytime I tried I started tearing up again. Thanks a lot guys, I was thinking. And then I finished it and it just made me want to cry again.

Didn't really help that I was bored to tears by the paper in the first place. In my defense.

Muan basically says "Love you more than life itself, (neh is a kind of of course, or always or more and in this case could almost mean any of that) ahhytien(a word that doesn't actually mean anything in Sidhe but could be an indication of someone's name). Why ignore us? Why, why the ignoring? Because of no war?" ----> this made me so very aware of how "bad" the Sidhe speak gramatically. Et means why but apparently one can say et and then use te as why. And Muan technically says "the no war" at the end.

The second bit is: "I'm Muan (with something in the middle of his name that implies priesthood, power, magic, aristocracy or even possibly kingship). My mother, my aunt (implying close breeding, but I'm suspecting that is Muan saying that Harella's blod joined his specific line at least twice and, considerin the claim of "my", very recently). My mother is and your mother is... (either the same person or closely related). But you. You hurt... (the motion implies not me but those close to me) ahhytien. (motion away says, you) caused the hurt. Muan still loves you more than life itself ahhytien."

Sidhe can say a lot with few words.

Read, Review and Enjoy.




There was a long silence following Rel’s prayer. Muan was kneeling beside Rel, hands resting in his lap. Rel glanced at the Sidhe and saw Muan frowning. The man opened his mind towards the Sidhe and found that Muan had no idea what to say. He had dreamed of such a moment his entire life, the ability to kneel before an altar and freely worship.

And now he couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

Rel withdrew very carefully and looked from Muan, to the altar, and back to the Sidhe. He didn’t know what to say to something like that. He understood, with a strange sort of dreamy quality, that if he didn’t have powers then he would think that Muan was frowning about his own prayer. That the Sidhe took Rel’s words as an insult even.

It was so strange.

“Say. What you want,” Rel murmured, “say… everything you’ve ever wanted to say.”

Maun looked at Rel, started. To say what he wanted would be to question the gods and…

“Say it, seriously, Muan, just let it out.”

Muan looked at the altar, eyes narrowing, considering the idea. Lips pressed tight together for a moment before Muan sighed out, “Oohahelunemohyashen, neh, neh, ahhytien. Et sahlhoshwwa? Te? Te sahlhoshwwa? Te awuh sehlhaus?”

Rel got a flash, Muan’s mind opened up with the flow of words. The tribe standing on a plain, speaking to a hooded figure. A broken memory, flickering and whispering against Rel’s consciousness. The hooded figure’s lips moved and Sidhe came out. War, go to war.

With who? The tribe had asked, no tribe was about, no one challenged this territory.

With them. The figure motioned to the budding town within view of the Sidhe old time, long time, ancient, gorgeous, lovely tree.

They had said no to the figure, to that person and soon afterward they had been captured. The Sidhe saw it as punishment for saying no, none of them could ever escape. Someone had told the people how to captivate and keep them.

“Te Mw’l’shuan. Te hareel te seen. Te hareel vah’ te hareel. Esht te. Te gonsh. Te,” Muan’s hand went to his heart, “ahhytien,” then away from himself, “te gonsh.” Muan pressed his lips together and blinked rapidly, “te Mw’n est oohahelunemohyashen ahhytien.”

And the Sidhe burst into tears. Sobbing as he bent over, putting his head in his hands. The program never had really told Rel what had happened to Muan. They had just said that he was hurt by people and had had a trouble past. That Rel and he might connect because Muan was like Rel.

Rel didn’t cry about what had been done to him.

Though he had. That first night when he was taken from his family. After he had been fed and after the questions and the tests and the doctors speaking to him for hours on end. He had been calm and complacent. Okay even. Until they had put him in his little cot in the little room and he had realised that father wasn’t going to visit him that night.

Was never going to visit him again.

And that one realisation, that one thought was enough to make him burst into tears. Rel had cried himself to sleep and when he had woken up he had cried some more.

Rel shifted closer to Muan and wrapped his arms around the Sidhe’s shaking shoulders. It was never easy to face that kind of thing alone, and yet here Rel had been living with Muan and had never suspected a thing. The man pulled Muan upward and shifted yet again, to straddle Muan’s legs and hold him tight as he cried.

“Easy Muan,” Rel murmured, “easy…” what was the word he had heard before that Sidhe used that almost sounded like a people word? It mean something like kitten or cuttie or pet. Started with an ’a’? Ahhh … aaaa… aaaat… “ahata?”

Muan sniffed and pulled away from Rel, “ayata? Lel… Lel ’yata?” and a motion to himself.

“Auh…?”

Muan burst into tears again and yanked Rel close, babbling something in Sidhe too fast and quiet for Rel to understand.

Nope. Rel thought to himself, closing his mind from Muan’s usual curious exploring. No. Ayata did not mean pet or kitty or anything like that. Then he wondered if maybe he had just done something stupid. Just because Ayata meant Mother, and thus love, in people, didn’t mean it meant the same thing in Sidhe. It could mean something completely different.

Wait. Did that mean…

That if ayata did mean love in Sidhe…

Rel was okay with saying it to Muan?

Did… did he love Muan?


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