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definitelynotscottSo, uh... I didn't actually write this recently. I haven't published it anywhere before though, and I thought having a square, ANY square complete would be inspiring and help me work on the others. So here it is!
One of the reasons I never published it was because while I had Lux and Darius in mind while I was writing it, the setting and the subject of the piece depict the characters as somewhat nonspecific. So I probably still won't be posting it anywhere else.
Title: name/description of first submission plus link
Fandom: Undefined, League of Legends
Prompt: B2: Last Times/Farewells
Rating: G
Warnings: None
They stood at the top of fortune’s wheel, waiting for it to turn the last bit needed for him to take his next chance in the world below. He was older again, so of course he would go first. Her fingers tightened in his, and she glanced up to see him looking ahead. Would it ever be reversed? And would he still want her then?
“How does it look?” he asked her. If his vision was shortening, then the time was coming soon.
“It looks like a long road ahead of us this time, love,” she said, sliding one hand up his arm. She didn’t want to let him go just yet.
He looked down at her, amused, then shook off her grip to take her face in his hands, looking deep into her eyes. “No matter how long the road, I will always find you.”
The heat of a blush prickled her skin. He was always so intense! A smile pulled at her lips. One of her hands went to his chest, resting over his heart, the other reached up to cup his hand closer to her cheek. “Unless I find you first.”
His own lips quirked up at her statement and one of his thumbs brushed at the corner of her mouth. “Unless you find me first,” he agreed, eyes still locked with hers.
They stayed frozen like that, gazing into one another’s eyes, until he abruptly turned, looking back over his shoulder. “The time is come, beloved,” he said, and swooped down for one last kiss before he departed, hand slipping through her fingers.
She watched him fall down into the world, bright like a star to her eyes. His birth made her smile; he always knew how to make an entrance. She also enjoyed watching the early parts of his childhood, but it wasn’t long before his circumstances went down-hill. Why must he always suffer? Soon she could do nothing but curse and cry at the cruel hand of fate, longing for her own turn at mortality and the blessed ignorance it would bring. “You’re so strong,” she whispered, knowing he couldn’t hear her. “Just be strong a little longer. I’ll be there soon.”
Now it was her turn to wait at the top of fortune’s wheel, and she burned with impatience. It was probably for the best if he always went first; she didn’t think he could stand the watching or the waiting. As her time approached she could see less and less of the road that awaited her, until she was only aware of herself. Then even that began to fold in on itself, and soon there was only the sensation of falling. A bright spark streaked across the space between heaven and earth.
Down in the world below a tiny baby girl, still wet and wrinkled from her time in the womb, took her first breath and opened wide blue eyes. The birth attendants all laughed when her sweet face crumpled up and that same breath was let out in a scream of pure rage. Eventually she wore herself out and drank quietly from her mother’s breast, but even in this state she could tell that something was missing. Something… important.
One of the reasons I never published it was because while I had Lux and Darius in mind while I was writing it, the setting and the subject of the piece depict the characters as somewhat nonspecific. So I probably still won't be posting it anywhere else.
Title: name/description of first submission plus link
Fandom: Undefined, League of Legends
Prompt: B2: Last Times/Farewells
Rating: G
Warnings: None
They stood at the top of fortune’s wheel, waiting for it to turn the last bit needed for him to take his next chance in the world below. He was older again, so of course he would go first. Her fingers tightened in his, and she glanced up to see him looking ahead. Would it ever be reversed? And would he still want her then?
“How does it look?” he asked her. If his vision was shortening, then the time was coming soon.
“It looks like a long road ahead of us this time, love,” she said, sliding one hand up his arm. She didn’t want to let him go just yet.
He looked down at her, amused, then shook off her grip to take her face in his hands, looking deep into her eyes. “No matter how long the road, I will always find you.”
The heat of a blush prickled her skin. He was always so intense! A smile pulled at her lips. One of her hands went to his chest, resting over his heart, the other reached up to cup his hand closer to her cheek. “Unless I find you first.”
His own lips quirked up at her statement and one of his thumbs brushed at the corner of her mouth. “Unless you find me first,” he agreed, eyes still locked with hers.
They stayed frozen like that, gazing into one another’s eyes, until he abruptly turned, looking back over his shoulder. “The time is come, beloved,” he said, and swooped down for one last kiss before he departed, hand slipping through her fingers.
She watched him fall down into the world, bright like a star to her eyes. His birth made her smile; he always knew how to make an entrance. She also enjoyed watching the early parts of his childhood, but it wasn’t long before his circumstances went down-hill. Why must he always suffer? Soon she could do nothing but curse and cry at the cruel hand of fate, longing for her own turn at mortality and the blessed ignorance it would bring. “You’re so strong,” she whispered, knowing he couldn’t hear her. “Just be strong a little longer. I’ll be there soon.”
Now it was her turn to wait at the top of fortune’s wheel, and she burned with impatience. It was probably for the best if he always went first; she didn’t think he could stand the watching or the waiting. As her time approached she could see less and less of the road that awaited her, until she was only aware of herself. Then even that began to fold in on itself, and soon there was only the sensation of falling. A bright spark streaked across the space between heaven and earth.
Down in the world below a tiny baby girl, still wet and wrinkled from her time in the womb, took her first breath and opened wide blue eyes. The birth attendants all laughed when her sweet face crumpled up and that same breath was let out in a scream of pure rage. Eventually she wore herself out and drank quietly from her mother’s breast, but even in this state she could tell that something was missing. Something… important.
