Post by pandora on Apr 3, 2011 8:25:25 GMT 10
Title: Dreams and Memories
Rating: R
Word Count: 244
Pairing: Neal/Owen
Round/Fight: 1/E
Summary: Neal dreams and remembers. (Companion piece to ‘After the Storm’, written for DE, inspired by Mumford and Sons ‘After the Storm’)
WARNING: Violence and Character Death
Neal watched, frozen in horror, as Owen charged forward to attack Stenmun. He wanted to cry out. He wanted to move; to try and stop what he suddenly realised with a chilling fear was inevitable. He watched as Stenmun threw down Kel's glaive, her severed head still attached to the end.
It was like the sound had been sucked from the world, and everything was slowing down. There was Owen, wild with grief and rage, and there was Stenmun, calm and ready.
The giant Scanran easily avoided Owen's manic swing, pivoting to bring down his two handed axe to bite deep into Owen's belly. Stenmun pulled away and let Owen fall.
A thundering cry brought Neal out of his daze, and suddenly he was moving forward, like Owen, erratically swinging his sword at anyone in his path. As he fell to his knees beside Owen he realised the devastating cry was his own.
Owen's eyes were glazed, blood bubbling between his lips. "Neal..." he gasped, barely audible. "Help. Neal?"
Neal woke, shivering, covered in sweat. He no longer cried out after such dreams. It was now just routine. Dream of Owen, wake up, live through the day, go to sleep, dream of Owen. He untangled himself from his twisted bedroll and turned onto his side. He watched his cousin sleeping quietly beside him. Dom rarely had the dreams these days, but Neal couldn't envy him; envy required feeling, and Neal didn't have that anymore.
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: R
Word Count: 244
Pairing: Neal/Owen
Round/Fight: 1/E
Summary: Neal dreams and remembers. (Companion piece to ‘After the Storm’, written for DE, inspired by Mumford and Sons ‘After the Storm’)
WARNING: Violence and Character Death
Neal watched, frozen in horror, as Owen charged forward to attack Stenmun. He wanted to cry out. He wanted to move; to try and stop what he suddenly realised with a chilling fear was inevitable. He watched as Stenmun threw down Kel's glaive, her severed head still attached to the end.
It was like the sound had been sucked from the world, and everything was slowing down. There was Owen, wild with grief and rage, and there was Stenmun, calm and ready.
The giant Scanran easily avoided Owen's manic swing, pivoting to bring down his two handed axe to bite deep into Owen's belly. Stenmun pulled away and let Owen fall.
A thundering cry brought Neal out of his daze, and suddenly he was moving forward, like Owen, erratically swinging his sword at anyone in his path. As he fell to his knees beside Owen he realised the devastating cry was his own.
Owen's eyes were glazed, blood bubbling between his lips. "Neal..." he gasped, barely audible. "Help. Neal?"
Neal woke, shivering, covered in sweat. He no longer cried out after such dreams. It was now just routine. Dream of Owen, wake up, live through the day, go to sleep, dream of Owen. He untangled himself from his twisted bedroll and turned onto his side. He watched his cousin sleeping quietly beside him. Dom rarely had the dreams these days, but Neal couldn't envy him; envy required feeling, and Neal didn't have that anymore.
QC by PeroxidePirate