Post by Moony on Apr 10, 2011 6:59:04 GMT 10
Title: All Hallows (I)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 414
Pairing: Raoul/Sabine
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: She is the only thing that distracts him on All Hollows Eve.
They say that All Hallows Eve is when ghosts walk among men and the dead return to file grievances. This was why Raoul couldn’t sleep. Minute by minute, he stared at the ceiling, seeing only the faces of those he had left dead in the hills. The man with crazed eyes and an axe that had to have weighed as much as he did. The boy (he couldn’t have been much older than Alan, for Mithros' sake) that had cried for his mother as he was given a mercy stroke. Raoul sat up in bed quickly, knowing that another glass (bottle) of brandy was not going to help any more.
He climbed out and dressed hastily, leaving his rooms to stalk the grounds and out-run his demons. Making his way to an overgrown garden off of the south wing, he sank to to a bench and hid his face in his hands. “They have better things to do than come and chase after you, you know.”
Startled by the voice in what he had thought was an empty courtyard, he looked up to find a young woman sitting next to him. She was dressed in an old-style laced shirt and breeches, with tall riding boots. Most curious, though, was the shield leaning against her legs. “The ghosts.” She looked at him meaningfully, widening big brown eyes and speaking as if he was slow. “They would rather be seeing loved ones than chasing after you.”
“How would you know?” He said dropping his head back down. “Ghosts don’t need to make sense, do they?” She ran a hand through his hair, calming him.
“I know more about them than you would think.” He didn’t notice her smile, assuming she was one of those new-age, vagabond fortune tellers.
“You just need a distraction. Come then, I’ll get you back to bed.” She pulled him up and led him to his rooms (it was only latter that he would question how she knew the way). When she pushed him into his bed, he held on, pulling her down and hiding his face in her neck. She kissed him, mumbling reassurances until he came back to this world.
Soon he was kissing her back and clumsily undoing her blouse. When he woke in the morning, though, he was in an empty bed with not so much as a dent in the sheets or a bit of warmth to make him think it was anymore than a drunken dream.
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 414
Pairing: Raoul/Sabine
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: She is the only thing that distracts him on All Hollows Eve.
They say that All Hallows Eve is when ghosts walk among men and the dead return to file grievances. This was why Raoul couldn’t sleep. Minute by minute, he stared at the ceiling, seeing only the faces of those he had left dead in the hills. The man with crazed eyes and an axe that had to have weighed as much as he did. The boy (he couldn’t have been much older than Alan, for Mithros' sake) that had cried for his mother as he was given a mercy stroke. Raoul sat up in bed quickly, knowing that another glass (bottle) of brandy was not going to help any more.
He climbed out and dressed hastily, leaving his rooms to stalk the grounds and out-run his demons. Making his way to an overgrown garden off of the south wing, he sank to to a bench and hid his face in his hands. “They have better things to do than come and chase after you, you know.”
Startled by the voice in what he had thought was an empty courtyard, he looked up to find a young woman sitting next to him. She was dressed in an old-style laced shirt and breeches, with tall riding boots. Most curious, though, was the shield leaning against her legs. “The ghosts.” She looked at him meaningfully, widening big brown eyes and speaking as if he was slow. “They would rather be seeing loved ones than chasing after you.”
“How would you know?” He said dropping his head back down. “Ghosts don’t need to make sense, do they?” She ran a hand through his hair, calming him.
“I know more about them than you would think.” He didn’t notice her smile, assuming she was one of those new-age, vagabond fortune tellers.
“You just need a distraction. Come then, I’ll get you back to bed.” She pulled him up and led him to his rooms (it was only latter that he would question how she knew the way). When she pushed him into his bed, he held on, pulling her down and hiding his face in her neck. She kissed him, mumbling reassurances until he came back to this world.
Soon he was kissing her back and clumsily undoing her blouse. When he woke in the morning, though, he was in an empty bed with not so much as a dent in the sheets or a bit of warmth to make him think it was anymore than a drunken dream.
QC by PeroxidePirate