Drabble: Broken Victory
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starsandseaTitle: Broken Victory
Rating: PG
Pairing: Steve/Diana
Word Count: 209
Disclaimer: I own nothing
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bradygirl_12. Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct. You may want to view this as an AU.
She had placed a crown upon his head, when he had returned from his latest mission. The laurel leaves rested against his hair; made his forehead itch, a little.
It was at times like this that he knew she was missing her homeland.
She looked rather incongruous, in jeans and a white t-shirt. Her blue eyes were dispelling any notion of the young woman that she looked like. Her manner was regal - it always was - but even more so, today.
She looked like a Princess. A Princess who had left her homeland, her people, in self-exile.
Because of him.
Had she realized all that she had been sacrificing, he wondered? There was grief in her eyes that had not been present, before. He wondered if she would stay. He knew she loved him, and he loved her, desperately.
But he loved her enough to let her go. He did not want her to be trapped here, in this world that was so unlike her own, and suffer, for him.
All he could do was hold her and comfort her, as best as he could.
He removed the crown of laurel leaves from his head, then carefully placed it upon her own. And held her, as she wept.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Steve/Diana
Word Count: 209
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For
bradygirl_12. Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct. You may want to view this as an AU. She had placed a crown upon his head, when he had returned from his latest mission. The laurel leaves rested against his hair; made his forehead itch, a little.
It was at times like this that he knew she was missing her homeland.
She looked rather incongruous, in jeans and a white t-shirt. Her blue eyes were dispelling any notion of the young woman that she looked like. Her manner was regal - it always was - but even more so, today.
She looked like a Princess. A Princess who had left her homeland, her people, in self-exile.
Because of him.
Had she realized all that she had been sacrificing, he wondered? There was grief in her eyes that had not been present, before. He wondered if she would stay. He knew she loved him, and he loved her, desperately.
But he loved her enough to let her go. He did not want her to be trapped here, in this world that was so unlike her own, and suffer, for him.
All he could do was hold her and comfort her, as best as he could.
He removed the crown of laurel leaves from his head, then carefully placed it upon her own. And held her, as she wept.
