Sess + Swords - #7 Longing
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30shardsTitle: A Quick Stroke, Only
Rating: PG for death
Genre: Introspection/Angst/Drama?
Couple: Sess + Swords
Theme: #7 - Longing
Words: 447
Squicks: Character death…
Summary: 'You know you want to,' the insidious voice hissed within his inner ear…
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'You know you want to.'
He stared out into the darkness, refusing to answer.
'It will not take very long.' The insidious voice hissed within his inner ear, twining so sweetly about his thoughts as if it owned them. As if it knew everything.
It did.
"This Sesshoumaru will not listen to this nonsense." He said it, but he didn't believe it. And it knew. But it also knew enough to let him sit, to wait patiently for his long-winded thought process. To wait through all the denial and empty promises to himself.
He tried to move on to others things, to leave this behind, but all thoughts spiraled back in to one single notion, one single soul. A being with breath heavy and strained, body aged yet small wrapped in layers of battered cloth, lay just beyond. Just on the edge of his senses and yet overbearing upon his mind.
'I know what you want. I can give you what you're longing for.'
It would be so very simple… so simple.
Drawing the blade from its resting-place, he brought it round front, gazed into the luminescent steel. It reflected everything. The shoddy hut walls. The eager faces waiting for the truth behind the fairytale. There, larger than the rest. That body. Decay and death, smiling upon him with unseeing eyes.
'She understood you, didn't she? She cared for you. Years and years she followed, never complaining, never leaving. It was you who made her leave. It was you who made her become this.'
He refused to listen. He would not be swayed. He would not be forced from his chosen path.
Except, he did not have one. He felt that dead stare and remained rooted, unmoving.
'It's such a simple thing -- a quick stroke only-- and then you can be with her again.'
Again that push, so serene and plausible. So compassionate…yet selfish.
"No."
'No? But she is still so young! Her life was nothing in time; there is so much left to share…'
"I said no." Rising up on creaking knees--he felt so old, staring down at her wizened face-- he passed the imploring façades, which desperately wanted the stories that their wife-mother-grandmother told them to be true. They wanted to believe in her benevolent master, the power of life.
They would never understand. No one would. No one but her.
One last look, a moment engrained forever, he left.
He would not be selfish. She never was.
The cold morning air wove itself about him, the eternal sky stretching blue. He breathed it in, closed his eyes. And thought of her.
'You will regret this forever,' Tenseiga whispered, mourning.
"I know."
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A nice, happy one for Easter, huh? (if you celebrate, that is...)
Rating: PG for death
Genre: Introspection/Angst/Drama?
Couple: Sess + Swords
Theme: #7 - Longing
Words: 447
Squicks: Character death…
Summary: 'You know you want to,' the insidious voice hissed within his inner ear…
--
'You know you want to.'
He stared out into the darkness, refusing to answer.
'It will not take very long.' The insidious voice hissed within his inner ear, twining so sweetly about his thoughts as if it owned them. As if it knew everything.
It did.
"This Sesshoumaru will not listen to this nonsense." He said it, but he didn't believe it. And it knew. But it also knew enough to let him sit, to wait patiently for his long-winded thought process. To wait through all the denial and empty promises to himself.
He tried to move on to others things, to leave this behind, but all thoughts spiraled back in to one single notion, one single soul. A being with breath heavy and strained, body aged yet small wrapped in layers of battered cloth, lay just beyond. Just on the edge of his senses and yet overbearing upon his mind.
'I know what you want. I can give you what you're longing for.'
It would be so very simple… so simple.
Drawing the blade from its resting-place, he brought it round front, gazed into the luminescent steel. It reflected everything. The shoddy hut walls. The eager faces waiting for the truth behind the fairytale. There, larger than the rest. That body. Decay and death, smiling upon him with unseeing eyes.
'She understood you, didn't she? She cared for you. Years and years she followed, never complaining, never leaving. It was you who made her leave. It was you who made her become this.'
He refused to listen. He would not be swayed. He would not be forced from his chosen path.
Except, he did not have one. He felt that dead stare and remained rooted, unmoving.
'It's such a simple thing -- a quick stroke only-- and then you can be with her again.'
Again that push, so serene and plausible. So compassionate…yet selfish.
"No."
'No? But she is still so young! Her life was nothing in time; there is so much left to share…'
"I said no." Rising up on creaking knees--he felt so old, staring down at her wizened face-- he passed the imploring façades, which desperately wanted the stories that their wife-mother-grandmother told them to be true. They wanted to believe in her benevolent master, the power of life.
They would never understand. No one would. No one but her.
One last look, a moment engrained forever, he left.
He would not be selfish. She never was.
The cold morning air wove itself about him, the eternal sky stretching blue. He breathed it in, closed his eyes. And thought of her.
'You will regret this forever,' Tenseiga whispered, mourning.
"I know."
--
A nice, happy one for Easter, huh? (if you celebrate, that is...)
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Date: 2005-03-27 06:25 pm (UTC)*fan girls*
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Date: 2005-03-27 06:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-27 07:38 pm (UTC)I think I'll fangirl as well. ~_^
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Date: 2005-03-27 08:47 pm (UTC)I'm going to have to start stalking you now...
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Date: 2005-03-28 07:07 am (UTC)Of course, he isn't. That's what proves you have a deathgrip on the nature of his character. This ficlet is sad, but it seems right somehow, as if there's no question that this is what will eventually happen.
I was iffy about the idea of Tenseiga-with-its-own-voice, but you've managed to pull off a self-aware, inanimate object character remarkably well. This was an amazing read, much more vivid and emotional than I was expecting. That'll learn me to underestimate the versatility of IY authors. XD