PAT2013 – 03 Older!Hnæf x Security by Morgan Rose
Pair-A-Thon 2013 Entry
Older!Hnæf x Security
by ~Morgan Rose
He was going to be alone again.
He knew it, he wasn’t stupid. Hnaef was in the bathroom, whinging about the grey hair that flawed the perfect chocolate brown and he- he was going to lose the love of his life to the one thing he couldn’t bring to a halt.
Time.
Time was a bastard, this Security knew all too well. But it had never bothered him before. He’d never given a flying rat’s about anyone before.
But Hnaef was wonderful. Hnaef was intelligent and funny and sweet and cheeky and everything Security had been looking for, looking for for years and years and years and finally found only to lose him in less than the blink of an eye. Hnaef would live out his life time. And Security would be all alone again.
Hnaef was dying of old age, as he was want to do. He’d stayed with Security as long as he could and even as his bones ached and he was tired (so tired how did people do this day after day) he stayed alive by the side of his blonde haired lover. They’d stopped acting as lover’s when Hnaef had turned 50. It had hurt more than anything the genius could have thought of. Anything but dying and leaving his love on this planet alone.
And yet he didn’t have an option. For time would take him as it had so many others.
“Security, my love?” He rasped the words. He wasn’t supposed to be talking, wasn’t supposed to be able to speak but his love needed to hear it before he slept for an eternity. With a dim smile the blonde looked up, pressing kisses to Hnaef’s cheeks and forehead.
“I love you.” Hnaef gave a peaceful smile in return as he heaved each broken breath.
“As I love you.” And that breath, those words he spoke were to be his last.
Security cried. Depressed, hardly more than a shattered soul. And yet he stormed on. Saving Janus’s grand children from grudges against the ancestor that reigned an empire. Making sure the children of Wiglaf and Mordred’s adopted son grew up healthy and happy.
And when one day he met a boy of thirteen with chocolate brown hair and eyes and an earring that spoke?
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Morgan. No. NOT OK. WHY WOULD YOU DO THISSSSSS? stone cold Slytherin. But so, so beautiful :’)
I’m not even ashamed.