Of Secrets

The prompt for this little excerpt was “all the world’s a stage” (Originally from Shakespeare, but I got it from the WriYe DreamWidth).


Dermot chewed at his lip as he made his way through the forest as quietly as possible.  He hated what was happening.  Now that he knew who they were dealing with, the idea of being of any help to the man made him want to scream with rage.  At the same time, he needed to see this through to the end.  It was as if he was an actor in a play.  This was the role he was cast in and he couldn’t argue with the director.  The stakes were higher – much higher.  Still, he would play the role to the best of his ability, at least until something better came along.

So, he was supposed to find out how Eoin and the others were holding up – how they were managing not to go mad with bloodlust.  Well, he knew how Eoin was managing.  What did that leave with Captain Grady and his lieutenant?  How was he meant to explain any of it?  Then, there was the situation with Captain Christy.  How was he to know when she would leave her barracks?

All at once, Dermot was stumbling into a clearing.  Eoin was sitting on a large stone at the center, looking like someone that had just tumbled out of a fairy tale.  His long, blond hair tumbled over his shoulders and down his back to spill over the snowy white cloak he wore.  He was breathtaking in his beauty.  He turned to glance at Dermot and Dermot froze, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Dermot,” Eoin said, his tone thoughtful.  After a moment, his expression changed.  His eyes narrowed and he tilted his head quizzically.  “What’s happened, Derry?”

There was a moment – no longer than the space between one heartbeat and the next – when Dermot considered running.  However, before he could act the choice was taken from him.  Someone caught him around the waist and a hand caught his wrist, preventing him from drawing his sword.  “Lemme go,” Dermot said, squirming helplessly.

“Easy,” Eoin said, moving smoothly to his feet.  He stepped over to Dermot and frowned.  He looked into Dermot’s eyes, setting a hand on his cheek when Dermot fell still.  “Tell me what’s happened.  Let me help.”

Just like that, Dermot was given a new role to play.  He released a shuddering breath and nodded.  This was a role he preferred to that of traitor.


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