#vanyel

Valdemar Series

Rated G Words: 1920 No Ships - Vanyel focused Entry to the April Foolery Crack-fest

If Kinnon, Alim's boyfriend in Kinloch Hold, met Vanyel.

I'm screaming. I was talking a little bit with @rosesutherlandwrites about Mercedes Lackey and yesterday had a bit of a moment where I vaguely remembered writing Alim into Valdemar. It makes sense because Vanyel Ashkevron is really the Uber Mage in my mind, and every magical twink I have written ever after had, at least, a miniscule bit of Vanyel in them in some way. Anyhow, I went looking and found it.

It's incomplete, but actually not too bad. I had a ton of fun rereading it. I'm not sure if I meant for them to be hooking up, because Alim has Zev's earring, so that means he's taken. Any way, here's a snippet, but let me tag @fivekoboldsinacoat because I know you're a Misty Lacky alumni too:

Chapter Four- Two Heartbeats

Tylendel sat on the sofa, his book forgotten in his hand as he gently stroked his lover’s brow. Vanyel was asleep again, head pillowed in his lap, tired out from the excitement of his visitors earlier. Even in sleep there was slight furrow of pain between his elegant brows and he tried to soothe it away with his fingertips.

He was so incredibly proud of his beloved he thought he might burst. When Vanyel’s court butterflies had shown up ready to defend their friend, he’d been a little concerned, even though it was a bit like being menaced by a pack of those little fluffy yap dogs. But Vanyel had just told them the truth, admitted his love for him in front of his peers and then told them to tell everyone, he’d thought he’d grin his own head in half.

It wasn’t just his own selfish desire to be acknowledged, though he admitted there was a little of that, it was good for Vanyel to realize that he had friends. That there were those who would support him. That people liked him and his company and weren’t all just just trying to get something from him or trying to get in his breeches. He smiled a little, wondering if Vanyel had the slightest inkling that it was actually the dark-haired girl Kertire who was the one who fancied him.

And then there had been the visit from the Duke, he thought his eyebrows were probably still residing somewhere in his hairline over the revelation that he was shay’a’chern like them. And that he’d just come out and admitted it to them. Maybe not out loud, but a nod between gentleman was as much of an admission as a soliloquy.

And Oden had called Van brave for daring to be open and not caring who knew. He’d all but admitted that he thought Vanyel was braver than he himself was. Perhaps his love would actually believe such high praise when it came from the instructor he admired most.

There was a hidden strength in Vanyel that wasn’t apparent from his outwards appearance. It was easy to think of his beloved as delicate, especially while he was hurt right now. He was just so beautifully slender and graceful. But Duke Oden’s visit reminded him that his lover was like one of those deadly rapiers he was so good with. Deceptively slight, but wickedly fast and sharp.

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When healer Andrel finally let him go outside to see Yfandes Vanyel had been so glad to throw his arms around her neck and lean into her soothing presence that he was able to forgot for a short time some of his perplexing new feelings and new problems. Even though she was one of those new perplexing things. As soon as he touched her he felt a wave of love envelope him and distinct lessening of some of the distant crowd noises. There was even a bit of a buffer it seemed between him and ‘Lendel’s constant low thrum of anger.

:Chosen…: Her voice in his mind the softest and gentlest of whispers. So full of love and unspoken acceptance it made tears sting his eyes. He buried his face in her neck and just held onto her tightly for several moments breathing in sweet hay-scent and feeling the solid warm reality of her in his arms.

“Hey Van, lets get you settled down ‘fore you fall over.” Donni said lightly from beside him. “I promised Andrel I’d keep an eye on you.”

He pulled back a bit to see she was standing beside a handsome stallion with several little braids in his mane and tail. He smiled a little at that, it reminded him of how his sisters were forever plaiting braids and putting ribbons and flowers on their favorite horses. He took her proffered hand so that Yfandes could fold her legs and lay down with far more grace and dignity than any horse he’d ever seen.

As soon as he’d taken her hand, Vanyel could feel Donni’s concern for him, a surprisingly good-natured concern. She didn’t blame him for hurting Mardic, nor did she resent having to take care of him. Despite her earlier assurances that she wasn’t angry, that was a relief. She got him settled against Yfandes side, tucking his cloak around him, then carefully wove another type of dome over them that made the sheltered spot in the sun as warm as indoors.

It occurred to him that he’d been so happy to see Yfandes that he’d forgotten about Tylendel, but a quick glance over his shoulder showed him that he was standing off to one side with Gala, his hands cupped around her head. They seemed to be in deep communion and he turned away to give them privacy, perfectly happy to just rest his cheek on Yfandes satiny coat and occasionally stroke her neck.

Even the burning in his head seemed a little further away with her there. Or maybe it was whatever had been in the cup of foulness that Andrel had given him. Everything was just a little distant and gently blurred around the edges. A bit like being very slightly drunk, when everything was sort of golden and beautiful like a painting.

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Chapter two of my fix-it fic where Tylendel doesn’t die and has to actually Deal With It.

Chapter Two- The Morning Bright

Vanyel knelt in tall weeds, wind tore at his clothes and hair. The Gate. That horrible opening into Darkness and fear had ahold of his soul and was trying to pull it from his body. He looked up seeing the Void opened vast before him, reaching out hungry tendrils for him.

He looked quickly to either side. He was alone.

Frantically he tried to raise a dome like he had seen the others make. But his walls were pale and thin and he couldn’t seem to form them together into a whole. And his effort hurt. Burning pain flooded his mind.

“Vanyel!”

At the sound of his lover’s shout Vanyel looked up to see Tylendel atop Gala, leaping into the ruined courtyard, shining like a hero in a ballad. His lover threw his hands up and a glowing yellow orb appeared between them. He flung it forward, it swelled as it flew slowly through the air and was nearly twice as big as the Companion when it landed on the earth. It sat a moment turning slowly, then shuddered and exploded silently.

Where the orb had been was now a twisting mass of shadowy shapes, writhing as sinuous as snakes, as dark as the Void. Somehow there and not there. Then the shapes broke apart into distinct and horrible beings. Like if some mad god had combined a coursing hound with a viper, they were unnaturally attenuated and disconcertingly boneless in their movements. Eyes that glowed the same sullen yellow as the orb and mouths full of needle teeth as long as his thumb. There were five of them.

Tylendel pointed to the Gate and shouted something and made a throwing gesture. The creatures looked to where he pointed and then back to Tylendel. Their heads lowered and they leapt as one attacking the Companion and trying to reach the one who had so recklessly summoned them.

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