Post by max on Feb 5, 2010 16:38:20 GMT 10
Title: War Wounds III
Rating: M
Length: 292
Competitor: Uline
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Final part. Random, but what the hey.
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‘I’m sorry it has to be this way.’
One day Uline will reconcile the Keladry she finds that sublime afternoon with the bright star she loves in the dark. For now, there is only the throwing of a knife to one side, the slap across a face, the tears in her eyes.
‘How dare you.’
The sudden, overwhelming weight of another body falling on her own.
Keladry’s cold tears and her burning skin.
The things she lets out of herself in a floodtide of grief and despair that frightens Uline more than she will ever let anyone know.
They say the Protector Of The Small didn’t cry once when her father died.
In that room, gilded by the rays of the sinking sun, Keladry gives Uline the gift of her suffering, everything she has carried in silence, to the edge of death, for so many others (and for so long) and when it is over, and the haze of it has cleared in her eyes to a finer, focused sense of grief – and a steadiness, too, because Keladry is lying next to her, while her hands smooth the tangled honey-brown hair and her words soothe the tangled soul beneath, and she knows this isn’t enough to rework time, the horrors her beloved has witnessed and endured and inflicted upon others, but it is enough for now, to tell Keladry the things she means with all her unbroken heart.
We are the children of the saved, because of you.
These are the years of sunlight. Of making everything right again.
I am going to fix you.
And Kel, (voice made hoarse by saltwater) finds the strength to whisper back, ‘I think you’re the only one who can.’
It is enough.
Rating: M
Length: 292
Competitor: Uline
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Final part. Random, but what the hey.
============================
‘I’m sorry it has to be this way.’
One day Uline will reconcile the Keladry she finds that sublime afternoon with the bright star she loves in the dark. For now, there is only the throwing of a knife to one side, the slap across a face, the tears in her eyes.
‘How dare you.’
The sudden, overwhelming weight of another body falling on her own.
Keladry’s cold tears and her burning skin.
The things she lets out of herself in a floodtide of grief and despair that frightens Uline more than she will ever let anyone know.
They say the Protector Of The Small didn’t cry once when her father died.
In that room, gilded by the rays of the sinking sun, Keladry gives Uline the gift of her suffering, everything she has carried in silence, to the edge of death, for so many others (and for so long) and when it is over, and the haze of it has cleared in her eyes to a finer, focused sense of grief – and a steadiness, too, because Keladry is lying next to her, while her hands smooth the tangled honey-brown hair and her words soothe the tangled soul beneath, and she knows this isn’t enough to rework time, the horrors her beloved has witnessed and endured and inflicted upon others, but it is enough for now, to tell Keladry the things she means with all her unbroken heart.
We are the children of the saved, because of you.
These are the years of sunlight. Of making everything right again.
I am going to fix you.
And Kel, (voice made hoarse by saltwater) finds the strength to whisper back, ‘I think you’re the only one who can.’
It is enough.