Post by jazzyjess on Feb 17, 2010 16:58:26 GMT 10
Title: Intensity
Rating: PG
Length: 367
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: There’s a darkness in his heart, and though he tries, he just can’t stop.
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It starts with a wine bottle and a long, cold night, remembering his wife and an arrow in her heart. For a long time he wishes he’d moved faster, so that maybe he would not have lost the thing dearest to his heart. He can stand up to giants but wishes he had the courage to seek vengeance on the soldier who ruined his world.
The next week it’s ale and he’s sitting in a tavern in a city he doesn’t know. He is alone but for his coin purse and a man on a bench who has theories about life that Raoul doesn’t want. Noble after noble brings him tankard after tankard and he wishes he could forget the sight of his men in pieces on an open plain. They say “it isn’t your fault” but though they may say that the sky is green, it doesn’t change true fact and he will never be caught off guard again.
This is a habit he promised he would never take up again, but it calls to his soul and he can’t help but call back. There is something comforting in the feel of oblivion. For a while he can hide it, but on the day that Jonathan drowns in his own bath, the weight of the world is too heavy even for a Giantkiller. With one last regret, Raoul leaves his life with his sword and lance in the King’s Own stables.
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She finds him with brandy in his waterskin and gently tugs it away from him. “Kel,” he says and his hands are on her arms, dragging her up until his mouth is on hers and she doesn’t fight back because she knows he needs a release.
For a moment they stand there and he’s breathing hard while she has a familiar smooth expression on her face, until he finally looks away and she offers her hand. It’s a symbol of hope and he wants to grab hold of it like he fears it will fly away. But he isn’t that strong, and he leaves her there with her hand outstretched. Wishes are for pennies, he knows, and so he saves none for himself.
Rating: PG
Length: 367
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: There’s a darkness in his heart, and though he tries, he just can’t stop.
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It starts with a wine bottle and a long, cold night, remembering his wife and an arrow in her heart. For a long time he wishes he’d moved faster, so that maybe he would not have lost the thing dearest to his heart. He can stand up to giants but wishes he had the courage to seek vengeance on the soldier who ruined his world.
The next week it’s ale and he’s sitting in a tavern in a city he doesn’t know. He is alone but for his coin purse and a man on a bench who has theories about life that Raoul doesn’t want. Noble after noble brings him tankard after tankard and he wishes he could forget the sight of his men in pieces on an open plain. They say “it isn’t your fault” but though they may say that the sky is green, it doesn’t change true fact and he will never be caught off guard again.
This is a habit he promised he would never take up again, but it calls to his soul and he can’t help but call back. There is something comforting in the feel of oblivion. For a while he can hide it, but on the day that Jonathan drowns in his own bath, the weight of the world is too heavy even for a Giantkiller. With one last regret, Raoul leaves his life with his sword and lance in the King’s Own stables.
-
She finds him with brandy in his waterskin and gently tugs it away from him. “Kel,” he says and his hands are on her arms, dragging her up until his mouth is on hers and she doesn’t fight back because she knows he needs a release.
For a moment they stand there and he’s breathing hard while she has a familiar smooth expression on her face, until he finally looks away and she offers her hand. It’s a symbol of hope and he wants to grab hold of it like he fears it will fly away. But he isn’t that strong, and he leaves her there with her hand outstretched. Wishes are for pennies, he knows, and so he saves none for himself.
Gorgeous. 
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!