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Prompt: As the stars go by we sit and stare
Fandom: Old Kingdom
Length: 298 words
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You know this place as well as I. We know it and recognise it, know the path to get here, and know what the countless stars above mean.
The river is warm here; warm and comfortable, in a way that eases weariness. It's in that ankle-deep water that we now sit, facing each other, the circling and feinting of earlier abandoned.
It's a different fight now; maybe even two different ones. You search and wait for an opening, some way to send me to a final and lasting death through the Gate above. Maybe you're imagining using Astarael to do it, since I doubt you mean to live after this.
Of all people, not you - unless you can betray everything you've lived for to return life to your broken body. Even now you struggle against the Gate's call, living after your time so that I might be called to account for mine.
For my part, my fight is to resist the Gate's call until I can be free of your watchful presence and safely back on the Life side of the Eighth Gate. Unlike you, I do mean to live, to carry on the work of unmaking the Charter. I mean not to repay the debt of centuries that I owe to my own death.
And so we sit here, waiting for a lapse, an opening, a chance. Time doesn't matter; not anymore. There's a new Abhorsen to carry on your pitiful attempts to keep alive a weak and flimsy Charter, and I can find a new body if the time we spend here claims mine. All there is now is waiting; waiting and watching each other, in the silence of those with nothing more to say.
And as the stars go by, we sit and stare.
azdaja_dafemaPrompt: As the stars go by we sit and stare
Fandom: Old Kingdom
Length: 298 words
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You know this place as well as I. We know it and recognise it, know the path to get here, and know what the countless stars above mean.
The river is warm here; warm and comfortable, in a way that eases weariness. It's in that ankle-deep water that we now sit, facing each other, the circling and feinting of earlier abandoned.
It's a different fight now; maybe even two different ones. You search and wait for an opening, some way to send me to a final and lasting death through the Gate above. Maybe you're imagining using Astarael to do it, since I doubt you mean to live after this.
Of all people, not you - unless you can betray everything you've lived for to return life to your broken body. Even now you struggle against the Gate's call, living after your time so that I might be called to account for mine.
For my part, my fight is to resist the Gate's call until I can be free of your watchful presence and safely back on the Life side of the Eighth Gate. Unlike you, I do mean to live, to carry on the work of unmaking the Charter. I mean not to repay the debt of centuries that I owe to my own death.
And so we sit here, waiting for a lapse, an opening, a chance. Time doesn't matter; not anymore. There's a new Abhorsen to carry on your pitiful attempts to keep alive a weak and flimsy Charter, and I can find a new body if the time we spend here claims mine. All there is now is waiting; waiting and watching each other, in the silence of those with nothing more to say.
And as the stars go by, we sit and stare.
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Date: 2006-01-15 06:50 am (UTC)*joy at prompting such pretty words*
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