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Merlin - Revolution #9
This came to me this morning on my way in to work. Finally finished my pre-sets here and figured I had time to get it down and out of my head. Not-beta'd, but it's only 300 words, so hopefully it's not too awful.
Title: Revolution #9
Genre: Gen, Future Fic
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words (triple drabble, if there is such a thing)
Spoilers: General for Series 1 & 2, slight for the myths
Synopsis: Sometimes, he wanted to break the cycle.
Disclaimer: I do not own this interpretation of the myths and am making no profit from this.
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He watched her wash away the taste of Nyquil with a glass of wine, too late to have stopped her from reaching either one. She turned around slowly and looked entirely unsurprised to see him there, despite the doors having been locked.
“You again?” she asked as she drained the dregs from her glass.
He took it from her and set it to the side, wanted to touch her and not the fine crystal. His hand hovered just above her perfectly coifed hair, the fine fabric of her dress. “It doesn’t need to be like this,” he told her.
She snorted, completely unladylike. “Why change a lifetime of history? More than that, really.”
She reached for a bottle of pills, but that he was able to get to in time. He held it in his hands, thought of all the ways he could destroy it, destroy what it was doing to her. “This time can be different,” he promised.
“It’s never different,” she told him. She walked away, but only to where there were more bottles, and he watched her delicate fingers trace etchings in fine glass. When she spoke again, she sounded so tired, the weight of all those lifetimes heavy upon her shoulders. “There are always dreams, always memories, always death, and always betrayal. Do you really think you can change that?”
He saw her eyes reflected in the ornate mirror that hung on the wall before her, knew her question was more of a plea than a condemnation. He could not see the future, that was her realm, but he offered what he could and said, “We can try.”
Later that night, as she slumped against him, dress stained with tears and hair mussed beyond belief, he hoped it would be enough, knew it had to be.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
Title: Revolution #9
Genre: Gen, Future Fic
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words (triple drabble, if there is such a thing)
Spoilers: General for Series 1 & 2, slight for the myths
Synopsis: Sometimes, he wanted to break the cycle.
Disclaimer: I do not own this interpretation of the myths and am making no profit from this.
~~~~~~~~~~
He watched her wash away the taste of Nyquil with a glass of wine, too late to have stopped her from reaching either one. She turned around slowly and looked entirely unsurprised to see him there, despite the doors having been locked.
“You again?” she asked as she drained the dregs from her glass.
He took it from her and set it to the side, wanted to touch her and not the fine crystal. His hand hovered just above her perfectly coifed hair, the fine fabric of her dress. “It doesn’t need to be like this,” he told her.
She snorted, completely unladylike. “Why change a lifetime of history? More than that, really.”
She reached for a bottle of pills, but that he was able to get to in time. He held it in his hands, thought of all the ways he could destroy it, destroy what it was doing to her. “This time can be different,” he promised.
“It’s never different,” she told him. She walked away, but only to where there were more bottles, and he watched her delicate fingers trace etchings in fine glass. When she spoke again, she sounded so tired, the weight of all those lifetimes heavy upon her shoulders. “There are always dreams, always memories, always death, and always betrayal. Do you really think you can change that?”
He saw her eyes reflected in the ornate mirror that hung on the wall before her, knew her question was more of a plea than a condemnation. He could not see the future, that was her realm, but he offered what he could and said, “We can try.”
Later that night, as she slumped against him, dress stained with tears and hair mussed beyond belief, he hoped it would be enough, knew it had to be.
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Feedback is always welcomed.