Post by Muse on May 31, 2013 4:12:54 GMT 10
Title: Black City Paradox II
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 342
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: The city built to watch another city stands empty and forgotten.
Warnings: Cultural genocide
AN: Another Paradox prompt, #2; "Alanna and Jon don't go to the Black City"
Years later, Alanna remembers standing in a room, in a tower, in a palace, in an oasis in the middle of the desert.
She remembers the stare of dark eyes, on her and on the Prince, of gazes shadowed by burnooses and veils, and now she wonders if the memories of those eyes accuse her.
She remembers Persopolis, remembers the noise and the bustle and the sound of life surrounding her.
She remembers Jonathan, showing up in her rooms the day after her knighthood ceremony. I need you to go south. he told her that day. There’s something wrong, in the desert.
“They’re gone.” Alanna’s voice is flat, and next to her Sir Myles shivers in apprehension. “Every single one of them.”
She remembers the heat and the sun and the sand and the endless sky, and that’s all that remains; relentless sun, and the endless, burning blue bowl of the sky.
“They had a legend,” Myles said, as they climbed empty staircases with sand collecting in the corners, “Or maybe it was a prophecy, about the Nameless Ones. That one day, those unnamed Gods would come and devour their people, down to the smallest child.”
Alanna shivers, and steps through a door swinging on its hinges. She remembers this room, remembers the way that Jon pointed out the black dot on the horizon. She remembers standing in a darkened hall and arguing with Jon about that dot, until he gives in and goes back to bed, and she draws a glowing violet line across the threshold of his doorway.
She runs her fingers over the tiles on the walls, and pauses at one scene. She didn’t see it before, when she was here last. It’s odd, and chilling, but there two figures in the scene: one with black hair, and one with red hair, and they are inlaid with blue and purple stones.
Cold fingers pull back, and the memories of dark eyes in this room haunt her when she leaves.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 342
Pairing: Alanna/Jonathan
Round/Fight: 3A
Summary: The city built to watch another city stands empty and forgotten.
Warnings: Cultural genocide
AN: Another Paradox prompt, #2; "Alanna and Jon don't go to the Black City"
Years later, Alanna remembers standing in a room, in a tower, in a palace, in an oasis in the middle of the desert.
She remembers the stare of dark eyes, on her and on the Prince, of gazes shadowed by burnooses and veils, and now she wonders if the memories of those eyes accuse her.
She remembers Persopolis, remembers the noise and the bustle and the sound of life surrounding her.
She remembers Jonathan, showing up in her rooms the day after her knighthood ceremony. I need you to go south. he told her that day. There’s something wrong, in the desert.
“They’re gone.” Alanna’s voice is flat, and next to her Sir Myles shivers in apprehension. “Every single one of them.”
She remembers the heat and the sun and the sand and the endless sky, and that’s all that remains; relentless sun, and the endless, burning blue bowl of the sky.
“They had a legend,” Myles said, as they climbed empty staircases with sand collecting in the corners, “Or maybe it was a prophecy, about the Nameless Ones. That one day, those unnamed Gods would come and devour their people, down to the smallest child.”
Alanna shivers, and steps through a door swinging on its hinges. She remembers this room, remembers the way that Jon pointed out the black dot on the horizon. She remembers standing in a darkened hall and arguing with Jon about that dot, until he gives in and goes back to bed, and she draws a glowing violet line across the threshold of his doorway.
She runs her fingers over the tiles on the walls, and pauses at one scene. She didn’t see it before, when she was here last. It’s odd, and chilling, but there two figures in the scene: one with black hair, and one with red hair, and they are inlaid with blue and purple stones.
Cold fingers pull back, and the memories of dark eyes in this room haunt her when she leaves.