Post by Moony on Apr 21, 2011 10:14:03 GMT 10
Title: Stay (1)
Rating:PG
Word Count: 273
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 2/B
Summary: Clary will stand by, no matter what, waiting for the morning to come as she waits for Mattes to heal. A series loosely based on "Stand By" By Senit. Because yes, I'm one of those silly Americans who listens to Eurovision
It was painful, looking at Mattes and seeing him this close to death. He was splayed in the healer’s bed with both legs broken and his consciousness hanging on by a thread. It was terrible to think about what could have happened. What if it had been his chest? His head? What if the man had done something a little more permanent? It kept dancing in her head. The possibilities. The horrible, horrible possibilities.
Everything else was gone, it didn’t matter. There would be hell in the morning, when the riot had been cleared out and the market was closed. But that wasn’t here, it wasn’t Mattes, her Mattes, laying there seeming so close to the Black God’s door no matter what he (and the healers) said.
Tonight, though, until Sabine came in the morning and cleaned him up and took him home, she would pretend it wasn’t real. That time was not passing by and that they were here, or even better, anywhere else. She would think, at least to herself, that he was healthy and happy and they were together. And whole.
He looked up at her through drug muddied eyes, “Clary, girl, get yourself home, you don’t need to be here.” He swallowed, a hard thing it seemed, making her reach for the glass of water so she could help him drink. “Get to your own man, tend your own bruises.”
“You think I’m leaving you, you looby?” She hid her tearful voice behind insults. “I’m standin’ right here. Right by your side until your Lady can do it for you.”
He laughed. “Good," he mumbled, falling back into sleep.
QC by: journeycat
Rating:PG
Word Count: 273
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 2/B
Summary: Clary will stand by, no matter what, waiting for the morning to come as she waits for Mattes to heal. A series loosely based on "Stand By" By Senit. Because yes, I'm one of those silly Americans who listens to Eurovision
It was painful, looking at Mattes and seeing him this close to death. He was splayed in the healer’s bed with both legs broken and his consciousness hanging on by a thread. It was terrible to think about what could have happened. What if it had been his chest? His head? What if the man had done something a little more permanent? It kept dancing in her head. The possibilities. The horrible, horrible possibilities.
Everything else was gone, it didn’t matter. There would be hell in the morning, when the riot had been cleared out and the market was closed. But that wasn’t here, it wasn’t Mattes, her Mattes, laying there seeming so close to the Black God’s door no matter what he (and the healers) said.
Tonight, though, until Sabine came in the morning and cleaned him up and took him home, she would pretend it wasn’t real. That time was not passing by and that they were here, or even better, anywhere else. She would think, at least to herself, that he was healthy and happy and they were together. And whole.
He looked up at her through drug muddied eyes, “Clary, girl, get yourself home, you don’t need to be here.” He swallowed, a hard thing it seemed, making her reach for the glass of water so she could help him drink. “Get to your own man, tend your own bruises.”
“You think I’m leaving you, you looby?” She hid her tearful voice behind insults. “I’m standin’ right here. Right by your side until your Lady can do it for you.”
He laughed. “Good," he mumbled, falling back into sleep.
QC by: journeycat
