Post by Muse on Apr 8, 2011 15:24:06 GMT 10
Title: Coagulation
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 305
Pairing: Roger/Alanna
Round: 1G
Summary: Maybe it was Roger who consumed himself, in the end. Warning: Rated for violence/blood, and possible allusion to character death.)
The world around him is full of blood red fire and Roger sits in the middle of it, imagining it seeping from everything—everyone—everywhere, and puddling warm and slick on the ground; cooling, it coagulates into his mad dreams.
She arrives, dripping red—his red, her red, red red red—and he grins manically at the thought of the approaching end.
Fire flickers in the corners of his eyes, and he closes them, relishing the sight as slowly, behind his eyelids he watches the world burn.
Alanna is yelling, pulling him back to here—now—this where the fire only lurks, embers on the floor.
She has his sword.
He wants it.
Around them, the foundations rock and stone groans under the pressure of his fire, Roger’s blood red fire, and he sees it leach through the stones. He finds he likes the thought of Corus bleeding out, wounded, helpless…
Falling rubble above them is the failing, faltering heartbeat, and one of them, one of those heartbeats soon will crush Jonathan, the cousin he wishes he never had.
Alanna yells at him again, frantic, probably thinking of his darling cousin, and Roger grins.
She has his sword.
He wants it.
So he pulls. He pulls and pulls and watches her struggle like a fish on his line.
That’s right, struggle. Fight for me, fight for this here now, because, little Lioness, you can’t save him. Your beloved king is as good as dead and you will feel it, you will bear the guilt.
He pulls harder.
You will bear the guilt for both of us.
The Conte line ends here; now.
The world around him is full of blood red fire and he sits in the middle of it, puddling warm and slick on the ground.
Cooling, it coagulates into his mad dreams.
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 305
Pairing: Roger/Alanna
Round: 1G
Summary: Maybe it was Roger who consumed himself, in the end. Warning: Rated for violence/blood, and possible allusion to character death.)
The world around him is full of blood red fire and Roger sits in the middle of it, imagining it seeping from everything—everyone—everywhere, and puddling warm and slick on the ground; cooling, it coagulates into his mad dreams.
She arrives, dripping red—his red, her red, red red red—and he grins manically at the thought of the approaching end.
Fire flickers in the corners of his eyes, and he closes them, relishing the sight as slowly, behind his eyelids he watches the world burn.
Alanna is yelling, pulling him back to here—now—this where the fire only lurks, embers on the floor.
She has his sword.
He wants it.
Around them, the foundations rock and stone groans under the pressure of his fire, Roger’s blood red fire, and he sees it leach through the stones. He finds he likes the thought of Corus bleeding out, wounded, helpless…
Falling rubble above them is the failing, faltering heartbeat, and one of them, one of those heartbeats soon will crush Jonathan, the cousin he wishes he never had.
Alanna yells at him again, frantic, probably thinking of his darling cousin, and Roger grins.
She has his sword.
He wants it.
So he pulls. He pulls and pulls and watches her struggle like a fish on his line.
That’s right, struggle. Fight for me, fight for this here now, because, little Lioness, you can’t save him. Your beloved king is as good as dead and you will feel it, you will bear the guilt.
He pulls harder.
You will bear the guilt for both of us.
The Conte line ends here; now.
The world around him is full of blood red fire and he sits in the middle of it, puddling warm and slick on the ground.
Cooling, it coagulates into his mad dreams.
QC by PeroxidePirate
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!