Post by Moony on Apr 7, 2011 6:37:04 GMT 10
Title: Sightings
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 406
Pairing: Raoul/Sabine
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: the four times Raoul Saw Sabine
Warning: Character death and some violence
The first time he met her, it was dark out and he didn’t fully understand what she was. Tall and lithe and all white gold. She just smiled at him. But as soon as he approached her, she turned off and headed into the woods, fading into the mist. It turned out latter that he had walked straight from the path of an arrow. All the same, he would say latter that seeing things was part of the reason he got off the drink.
The second time was the night before his vigil for the ordeal. He was sitting in what he thought was a locked library when a tall woman came and sat next to him. She wore breeches and a shirt and something about the way she held herself screamed knight. She talked to him until the sun came up, giving out bawdy tales and stories of friends he never knew until he was too exhausted to even think of the dull grey chapel. “It’s not so bad you know. Don’t fret.” She leaned down and kissed him and he felt, for one brief moment, he glowed too.
The third time was right after Alanna had been discovered. He had gone for a ride in the woods, only to find he couldn’t accept his own idiocy in not seeing it before. Suddenly, as he stopped, she was there again. “You know, it doesn’t really change anything. She is still a fine knight and so are you. Why shouldn’t you be accept it?” She was about to walk away when he remembered the question that had been taunting him for so long.
“Who are you? “
She laughed. “Think of me as…a guardian. You can do great things, Raoul, but not if you get to caught up in this scandal nonsense.” She shook her head, picking up a shield he hadn’t seen and walking into the trees. “But really, you should work on your powers of observation. You didn’t even realize I’m a ghost.”
The last time he saw her was hardest of all. He lay on a battle field with an arrow through his chest thinking that if blood was so warm, he shouldn’t feel so cold. She was accompanied by a dark, hooded figure and she just nodded, though he knew what she meant. And so this time, he took her hand and walked into the mist with her, disappearing all the same.
QC by: wordy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 406
Pairing: Raoul/Sabine
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: the four times Raoul Saw Sabine
Warning: Character death and some violence
The first time he met her, it was dark out and he didn’t fully understand what she was. Tall and lithe and all white gold. She just smiled at him. But as soon as he approached her, she turned off and headed into the woods, fading into the mist. It turned out latter that he had walked straight from the path of an arrow. All the same, he would say latter that seeing things was part of the reason he got off the drink.
The second time was the night before his vigil for the ordeal. He was sitting in what he thought was a locked library when a tall woman came and sat next to him. She wore breeches and a shirt and something about the way she held herself screamed knight. She talked to him until the sun came up, giving out bawdy tales and stories of friends he never knew until he was too exhausted to even think of the dull grey chapel. “It’s not so bad you know. Don’t fret.” She leaned down and kissed him and he felt, for one brief moment, he glowed too.
The third time was right after Alanna had been discovered. He had gone for a ride in the woods, only to find he couldn’t accept his own idiocy in not seeing it before. Suddenly, as he stopped, she was there again. “You know, it doesn’t really change anything. She is still a fine knight and so are you. Why shouldn’t you be accept it?” She was about to walk away when he remembered the question that had been taunting him for so long.
“Who are you? “
She laughed. “Think of me as…a guardian. You can do great things, Raoul, but not if you get to caught up in this scandal nonsense.” She shook her head, picking up a shield he hadn’t seen and walking into the trees. “But really, you should work on your powers of observation. You didn’t even realize I’m a ghost.”
The last time he saw her was hardest of all. He lay on a battle field with an arrow through his chest thinking that if blood was so warm, he shouldn’t feel so cold. She was accompanied by a dark, hooded figure and she just nodded, though he knew what she meant. And so this time, he took her hand and walked into the mist with her, disappearing all the same.
QC by: wordy