Post by mistrali on May 18, 2020 15:58:53 GMT 10
Title: The Gods are Just
Rating: G
For: MythicMistress
Prompt: Keth post-Shatterglass
Summary: Keth, reflecting on his beliefs.
Notes: It's very rough, and very short, sorry - I'm pretty out of practice. Kind of fits your prompt but covers some of the same ground as Shatterglass. Title from a quote that is apocryphal, but attributed to Marcus Aurelius.
Winter brought cooler winds and more storms. Keth wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed. Nights like the one he and Tris had spent drinking in the lightning last summer were to be savoured, yet the storms were too tempting to pass by. He’d tried it again twice, but each time he’d only managed to last a few seconds before he’d slammed his shield up, trembling all over, heart racing, half-exultant and half-terrified.
He’d returned to Ferouze’s vowing never to do something so stupid again, stubbornly ignoring the little voice in his head that told him his fear of lightning had vanished with that first blaze of white fire he'd absorbed. He knew Tris would have told him so, but Tris had gone to a vision conference on the northern outskirts of Tharios.
Sometimes he caught himself wondering if the gods had foreseen all this. Had Vrohain and not Sythuthan struck him down that day at the lake, fated him to work for the Elya Street arurimat? Then he would shake his head to clear such thoughts. Who knew why gods did what they did, or even if they existed at all? He wasn’t like the priests of the All-Seeing, who ascribed every event to a long chain of divine foreordainment. He wasn’t even like Tris, who believed that the gods were just, and alive and present in the forces of water, air, earth and fire. The idea of anyone being in charge of his accident just so he could turn investigator gave him a creeping feeling. He was the one who had done all the work of clawing back his life and his magic and reforming them, strand by gleaming strand, after that first awful day in his uncle’s workshop - he and Tris and Antonou and Yali.
Rating: G
For: MythicMistress
Prompt: Keth post-Shatterglass
Summary: Keth, reflecting on his beliefs.
Notes: It's very rough, and very short, sorry - I'm pretty out of practice. Kind of fits your prompt but covers some of the same ground as Shatterglass. Title from a quote that is apocryphal, but attributed to Marcus Aurelius.
Winter brought cooler winds and more storms. Keth wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed. Nights like the one he and Tris had spent drinking in the lightning last summer were to be savoured, yet the storms were too tempting to pass by. He’d tried it again twice, but each time he’d only managed to last a few seconds before he’d slammed his shield up, trembling all over, heart racing, half-exultant and half-terrified.
He’d returned to Ferouze’s vowing never to do something so stupid again, stubbornly ignoring the little voice in his head that told him his fear of lightning had vanished with that first blaze of white fire he'd absorbed. He knew Tris would have told him so, but Tris had gone to a vision conference on the northern outskirts of Tharios.
Sometimes he caught himself wondering if the gods had foreseen all this. Had Vrohain and not Sythuthan struck him down that day at the lake, fated him to work for the Elya Street arurimat? Then he would shake his head to clear such thoughts. Who knew why gods did what they did, or even if they existed at all? He wasn’t like the priests of the All-Seeing, who ascribed every event to a long chain of divine foreordainment. He wasn’t even like Tris, who believed that the gods were just, and alive and present in the forces of water, air, earth and fire. The idea of anyone being in charge of his accident just so he could turn investigator gave him a creeping feeling. He was the one who had done all the work of clawing back his life and his magic and reforming them, strand by gleaming strand, after that first awful day in his uncle’s workshop - he and Tris and Antonou and Yali.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!