Post by wordy on Oct 11, 2009 16:02:42 GMT 10
Title: No Hope, No Love, No Glory. No Happy Ending.
Rating: PG13
WARNING: Character Death
Prompt: #13 Once Upon A Time
Summary: Kel/Seaver. They had been caught completely unaware by the Scanrans.
A/N: I'm sorry, I had to! Once I got the idea in my head it wouldn't go away! I love this pairing so much! *drops fic and runs* Also, introducing Mercy: Seaver's trusty stead!
"And no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find her," Seaver finished. He looked over at the dwindling candle stub; it had been almost an hour.
Kel poked him in the side. "And then...? You can't finish it there."
He let out a yawn. "I'm too tired. I'll finish it another night." Kel rolled her eyes, but didn't resist when he pulled her closer against his chest. Her bed at New Hope was only made for one person, so it was a tight fit. Not that either of them minded. She twisted her leg around his under the blanket and sighed contentedly.
Walking out to the courtyard, she was startled to see Seaver astride his chestnut mare, Mercy. A private thrill went through her at the sight of him; in light armour, with his dark hair and darker eyes, Seaver looked the very picture of a bold and dashing knight. He smiled when he saw her, though she knew she looked a mess in her rumpled shirt.
"Long morning?" he asked.
Kel motioned for Tobe to get Hoshi before walking forward and leaning against Mercy. Quite friendly with people, Mercy looked back at her before returning to her perusal of the courtyard. "Unbelievably so," Kel replied.
"So you won't be joining us on patrol, then?" he asked. A smile still lingered by the corner of his mouth. He knew that she couldn't say no, since he would be leaving for Steadfast in two days. Even something as mundane as going on patrol could be improved by his company.
"Of course I will, you dolt," she said. Hoshi nudged her back; she was saddled, Tobe holding her reins. Kel nodded to him and mounted up.
Seaver grinned.
They had been caught completely unaware by the Scanrans.
Tears ran uncontrollably down Kel's face. There was a muffled pounding in his ears as he called for help again and again, but no one answered; they were too busy being slaughtered.
His hands were wet with blood - her blood - as he pushed down on the sucking sword wound on her chest. He could hardly feel his arms, he was pressing against the wound so hard, willing her to live. She kept saying his name, feebly hanging on to his arms. He couldn't tell if he was crying; the only things he could feel was the blood. There was too much blood.
Her face was getting whiter. He called for help again, tried to tell her that she'd be alright.
He felt her fingers dig into his arm, making him turn his eyes from the mess of her chest wound to look at her face. She whispered his name, quieter this time. He leaned forward, closer to hear, trying not to lessen the pressure on her wound as he did so.
"Seaver," she whispered, fighting to breathe, "Is this how it ends? Is this how it ends?" Her eyes locked with his and he couldn't look away.
He was crying now, giving up on her wound to grab her face in his hands. There was blood everywhere. It was painful to look at the expression on her face.
He kissed her, as gently as he could. Her lips were soft under his, and he could feel how much it cost her to breathe. His face was wet, but he no longer cared if it was blood or tears. Nothing mattered in that moment when he drew back to find that her eyes were still, lips parted in surprise. Her freckles were barely visible against the ghostly pale tone of her skin.
He howled in pain as the fight continued on around him, clutching her to him.
Is this how it ends?
Rating: PG13
WARNING: Character Death
Prompt: #13 Once Upon A Time
Summary: Kel/Seaver. They had been caught completely unaware by the Scanrans.
A/N: I'm sorry, I had to! Once I got the idea in my head it wouldn't go away! I love this pairing so much! *drops fic and runs* Also, introducing Mercy: Seaver's trusty stead!
"And no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find her," Seaver finished. He looked over at the dwindling candle stub; it had been almost an hour.
Kel poked him in the side. "And then...? You can't finish it there."
He let out a yawn. "I'm too tired. I'll finish it another night." Kel rolled her eyes, but didn't resist when he pulled her closer against his chest. Her bed at New Hope was only made for one person, so it was a tight fit. Not that either of them minded. She twisted her leg around his under the blanket and sighed contentedly.
*
Walking out to the courtyard, she was startled to see Seaver astride his chestnut mare, Mercy. A private thrill went through her at the sight of him; in light armour, with his dark hair and darker eyes, Seaver looked the very picture of a bold and dashing knight. He smiled when he saw her, though she knew she looked a mess in her rumpled shirt.
"Long morning?" he asked.
Kel motioned for Tobe to get Hoshi before walking forward and leaning against Mercy. Quite friendly with people, Mercy looked back at her before returning to her perusal of the courtyard. "Unbelievably so," Kel replied.
"So you won't be joining us on patrol, then?" he asked. A smile still lingered by the corner of his mouth. He knew that she couldn't say no, since he would be leaving for Steadfast in two days. Even something as mundane as going on patrol could be improved by his company.
"Of course I will, you dolt," she said. Hoshi nudged her back; she was saddled, Tobe holding her reins. Kel nodded to him and mounted up.
Seaver grinned.
*
They had been caught completely unaware by the Scanrans.
Tears ran uncontrollably down Kel's face. There was a muffled pounding in his ears as he called for help again and again, but no one answered; they were too busy being slaughtered.
His hands were wet with blood - her blood - as he pushed down on the sucking sword wound on her chest. He could hardly feel his arms, he was pressing against the wound so hard, willing her to live. She kept saying his name, feebly hanging on to his arms. He couldn't tell if he was crying; the only things he could feel was the blood. There was too much blood.
Her face was getting whiter. He called for help again, tried to tell her that she'd be alright.
He felt her fingers dig into his arm, making him turn his eyes from the mess of her chest wound to look at her face. She whispered his name, quieter this time. He leaned forward, closer to hear, trying not to lessen the pressure on her wound as he did so.
"Seaver," she whispered, fighting to breathe, "Is this how it ends? Is this how it ends?" Her eyes locked with his and he couldn't look away.
He was crying now, giving up on her wound to grab her face in his hands. There was blood everywhere. It was painful to look at the expression on her face.
He kissed her, as gently as he could. Her lips were soft under his, and he could feel how much it cost her to breathe. His face was wet, but he no longer cared if it was blood or tears. Nothing mattered in that moment when he drew back to find that her eyes were still, lips parted in surprise. Her freckles were barely visible against the ghostly pale tone of her skin.
He howled in pain as the fight continued on around him, clutching her to him.
Is this how it ends?
Wonderful fic! And the starting, is adorable. 
As I was writing it I was like WHYYYYYYY?
