Post by Kris11 on Mar 21, 2012 8:40:16 GMT 10
Title: Five People Rosethorn Meets in the Afterlife 4: The Huntsman and his Wolf
Rating : G
Word Count: 408
Crossover: Emelan/Once Upon a Time
Summary (and any Warnings): Rosethorn meets five men before her boy comes to fetch her. Don't these freaks know she has more important things to do than deal with their issues?
Notes: I'm still really p.o'd that he is dead.
When Graham closed his eyes, the pain in his chest overwhelming his every thought but one, Emma had been bent over him, panic in her expression as she spoke words he could not follow. When he opened his eyes, the pain was gone and there was, yet again, a woman bent over him, regarding him with the calm consideration of first responders, her fingers pressed lightly to one wrist.
As his eyes opened and he looked around, the stranger took away that light contact between them, brushed her hands on her green robe and tilted her head to one side to regard him carefully.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” she asked slowly.
Graham just shook his head. “I can’t believe Regina – the Queen – she killed me!” The woman raised one eyebrow, sympathetic but not surprised. Graham was, since there was no royalty in the USA he remembered, and the mayor shouldn’t be going around and offing people at will. The Huntsman, who Graham remembered being, wasn’t shocked, of course. He had known as soon as he allowed the girl to live that there was going to be a price. One didn’t sacrifice oneself for the pack and expect to escape unscathed. The world didn’t work that way.
Two worlds struggled for balance in his head, and then he looked around and realized he had no idea what this place was supposed to be. He started to laugh. “Can’t it all slow down?” he asked, not expecting an answer.
“Mila of the Grain’s pace is her own,” she replied and it didn’t make sense, but then again it did. The storm didn’t pass and autumn didn’t stretch and the bramble didn’t lessen for one wolf, and the wolves didn’t expect them to. Only man strained against time, and as Graham faded away like a bad dream and The Huntsman emerged, blinking and sleepy, he accepted the way the world had changed. He would miss Emma, and he would worry for Mary Margaret – Snow trapped in the world the Queen had created.
But, then, the Queen couldn’t slow the earth’s pace forever, either. She only thought she had the power for that.
He stood and held out a hand for the woman, a hand she accepted gratefully and allowed to pull her to her feet. Looking around the unfamiliar landscape, he considered which path to take. From out of the mist, the Wolf emerged, waiting for him.
Rating : G
Word Count: 408
Crossover: Emelan/Once Upon a Time
Summary (and any Warnings): Rosethorn meets five men before her boy comes to fetch her. Don't these freaks know she has more important things to do than deal with their issues?
Notes: I'm still really p.o'd that he is dead.
When Graham closed his eyes, the pain in his chest overwhelming his every thought but one, Emma had been bent over him, panic in her expression as she spoke words he could not follow. When he opened his eyes, the pain was gone and there was, yet again, a woman bent over him, regarding him with the calm consideration of first responders, her fingers pressed lightly to one wrist.
As his eyes opened and he looked around, the stranger took away that light contact between them, brushed her hands on her green robe and tilted her head to one side to regard him carefully.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” she asked slowly.
Graham just shook his head. “I can’t believe Regina – the Queen – she killed me!” The woman raised one eyebrow, sympathetic but not surprised. Graham was, since there was no royalty in the USA he remembered, and the mayor shouldn’t be going around and offing people at will. The Huntsman, who Graham remembered being, wasn’t shocked, of course. He had known as soon as he allowed the girl to live that there was going to be a price. One didn’t sacrifice oneself for the pack and expect to escape unscathed. The world didn’t work that way.
Two worlds struggled for balance in his head, and then he looked around and realized he had no idea what this place was supposed to be. He started to laugh. “Can’t it all slow down?” he asked, not expecting an answer.
“Mila of the Grain’s pace is her own,” she replied and it didn’t make sense, but then again it did. The storm didn’t pass and autumn didn’t stretch and the bramble didn’t lessen for one wolf, and the wolves didn’t expect them to. Only man strained against time, and as Graham faded away like a bad dream and The Huntsman emerged, blinking and sleepy, he accepted the way the world had changed. He would miss Emma, and he would worry for Mary Margaret – Snow trapped in the world the Queen had created.
But, then, the Queen couldn’t slow the earth’s pace forever, either. She only thought she had the power for that.
He stood and held out a hand for the woman, a hand she accepted gratefully and allowed to pull her to her feet. Looking around the unfamiliar landscape, he considered which path to take. From out of the mist, the Wolf emerged, waiting for him.