Post by domluvr on Jul 17, 2010 1:32:26 GMT 10
Title: Not Supposed to be This Way
Rating: PG
Warning: Character Death
Length: 501 words
Summary: Kel and Raoul decide to get married but fate stands in their way.
Original and subsequent haunts: Glake SMACKDOWN, The Kings Own, FF.net
She swallowed. Carefully keeping her face blank, she thought, I am stone. Glancing up at the temple doors, she could hear the soft music coming from within, could smell the flowers that were plastered throughout the temple. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
When she had emerged from the chamber after her Ordeal, he had been there to guide her off, to comfort her. He had spent the following nights holding her through her nightmares and would gently coax her back to sleep, her dreams haunted by the nothing-man. He never questioned what caused her to wake through the night, gasping and sweating. He knew her Ordeal was haunting her, and it terrified him. He hated the thought of leaving her, knowing he would soon return to Steadfast. How would she get through the nights without him?
He knew she loved him as a father. But he had grown so used to holding her through her nightmares that he almost looked forward to their nights together. Almost. But her uncharacteristic fear that overtook her when she would awake yelling of Blayce, was enough to break his heart. How was he to protect her from that? But he would murmur to her, hold her tightly and rock her gently; and she would eventually smile at him and snuggle in closer. She felt safe with him.
And he knew how he could always protect her. How he could ensure she would always be under his wing. On their last night in Corus, he asked her to marry him. She'd had to think about it. She was newly knighted, not ready to settle down. But she knew he understood that. He knew her ambitions and supported her more than anyone.
As they went to part on the road, him to go to Steadfast, her to go to Mastiff to receive her assignment, she knew. She knew that he was the one who would love her unconditionally, respect her as she explored her knighthood, all the while making her a better commander, knight, and person. Allowing herself a small smile, she accepted his proposal before they parted ways.
They were to be wed when they next returned to Corus.
And now here she was. In Corus. At the Temple. With her love inside waiting for her. Her friend. Comrade in arms. I am stone, she thought, pushing open the doors. She gripped the flower tightly in her hands, willing them not to shake.
She did not see her audience; how all eyes turned to her as she slowly made her way. She had eyes only for the alter. She couldn't believe it. It wasn't supposed to be this way. She stopped, looking down at her dress in disbelief. She was supposed to be wearing white. Not black.
Lifting her gaze, she continued on her way. She was trying to keep her face calm. She was failing, she knew. A tear managed to escape down her cheek as she placed her flower on his casket.
Rating: PG
Warning: Character Death
Length: 501 words
Summary: Kel and Raoul decide to get married but fate stands in their way.
Original and subsequent haunts: Glake SMACKDOWN, The Kings Own, FF.net
She swallowed. Carefully keeping her face blank, she thought, I am stone. Glancing up at the temple doors, she could hear the soft music coming from within, could smell the flowers that were plastered throughout the temple. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
* * * * *
When she had emerged from the chamber after her Ordeal, he had been there to guide her off, to comfort her. He had spent the following nights holding her through her nightmares and would gently coax her back to sleep, her dreams haunted by the nothing-man. He never questioned what caused her to wake through the night, gasping and sweating. He knew her Ordeal was haunting her, and it terrified him. He hated the thought of leaving her, knowing he would soon return to Steadfast. How would she get through the nights without him?
He knew she loved him as a father. But he had grown so used to holding her through her nightmares that he almost looked forward to their nights together. Almost. But her uncharacteristic fear that overtook her when she would awake yelling of Blayce, was enough to break his heart. How was he to protect her from that? But he would murmur to her, hold her tightly and rock her gently; and she would eventually smile at him and snuggle in closer. She felt safe with him.
And he knew how he could always protect her. How he could ensure she would always be under his wing. On their last night in Corus, he asked her to marry him. She'd had to think about it. She was newly knighted, not ready to settle down. But she knew he understood that. He knew her ambitions and supported her more than anyone.
As they went to part on the road, him to go to Steadfast, her to go to Mastiff to receive her assignment, she knew. She knew that he was the one who would love her unconditionally, respect her as she explored her knighthood, all the while making her a better commander, knight, and person. Allowing herself a small smile, she accepted his proposal before they parted ways.
They were to be wed when they next returned to Corus.
* * * * *
And now here she was. In Corus. At the Temple. With her love inside waiting for her. Her friend. Comrade in arms. I am stone, she thought, pushing open the doors. She gripped the flower tightly in her hands, willing them not to shake.
She did not see her audience; how all eyes turned to her as she slowly made her way. She had eyes only for the alter. She couldn't believe it. It wasn't supposed to be this way. She stopped, looking down at her dress in disbelief. She was supposed to be wearing white. Not black.
Lifting her gaze, she continued on her way. She was trying to keep her face calm. She was failing, she knew. A tear managed to escape down her cheek as she placed her flower on his casket.