Warning: Rated G, but if incest squicks you, read no further.
Inspired by an exchange of comments with LJ user Aesc about which brother might hide from the other, if it came to confrontations about brotherly love.
Inspired by an exchange of comments with LJ user Aesc about which brother might hide from the other, if it came to confrontations about brotherly love.
How old were we when you told me the meaning of the White Tree?
Where were we when you told me the meaning of being a Steward?
You led me by the hand, guided. You showed the way by your example, though you did not know it at the time. There was no need for most conversations, for your actions said all. Explained the inexplicable, a missing parent, a parent missing.
What were we doing when you told me the meaning of courage?
Why were we speaking when you told me the meaning of being a soldier?
You could not be less than you are, brave. To be otherwise would be someone else, a brother I have not. Your fearlessness shielded my doubts, kept me safe from harm. Preserved hope, when hope was nearly gone.
When were you going to tell me the meaning of love?
How long would you have stayed silent before you told me the meaning of your heart?
You taught all, yet you would not instruct me in one final act, the greatest lesson. You would not brave my heart, afraid not to find there what you needed most. Instead, I heeded your example, showed you my fearlessness: dared you, brother, to exceed definition. To know the meaning of a lover, beloved.