#17 Quotable Quotes challenge
Title: Stopping for Death
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Jean-Claude/Anita
Challenge: #17 Quotable Quotes
Cross-Posted to: sabriel_0405
He thought they might have left it too late. That he might be too late. She was soaking in a puddle of her own blood. She had called to him. It had been her choice. The attack had been swift and brutal. Bullets, silver or lead, it made no difference, not to a human and she still was that. Would still be that. He knelt by her body, saw the tears still leaking from her eyes and gently wiped them away.
Because I could not stop for Death*
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
And Immortality
Had she fallen on the pavement or had the impact of the bullets thrown her there? As he knelt by her side, her blood, still warm, seeped into his pants. She was alive only through his will. He ripped open his silk shirt and cut the skin above his nipple. He lifted her boneless body and pressed her lips to the wound.
“Drink, ma petite, drink,” he encouraged, and forced power upon her, giving her the strength to swallow.
He spoke the ancient words and felt it click. They were one. One heart, one soul. He didn’t experience the satisfaction he expected. She was his for eternity but only because the alternative was death. He hoped she would remember.
Since then - ‘tis Centuries - and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity
Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
And Immortality
We slowly drove - He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility -
We pass the School, where Children strove
At Recess - in the Ring -
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain -
We passed the Setting Sun -
Or rather - He passed Us -
The Dews drew quivering and chill -
For only Gossamer, my Gown -
My Tippet - only Tulle -
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground -
The Roof was scarcely visible -
The Cornice - in the Ground -
Since then - ‘tis Centuries - and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Jean-Claude/Anita
Challenge: #17 Quotable Quotes
Cross-Posted to: sabriel_0405
He thought they might have left it too late. That he might be too late. She was soaking in a puddle of her own blood. She had called to him. It had been her choice. The attack had been swift and brutal. Bullets, silver or lead, it made no difference, not to a human and she still was that. Would still be that. He knelt by her body, saw the tears still leaking from her eyes and gently wiped them away.
Because I could not stop for Death*
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
And Immortality
Had she fallen on the pavement or had the impact of the bullets thrown her there? As he knelt by her side, her blood, still warm, seeped into his pants. She was alive only through his will. He ripped open his silk shirt and cut the skin above his nipple. He lifted her boneless body and pressed her lips to the wound.
“Drink, ma petite, drink,” he encouraged, and forced power upon her, giving her the strength to swallow.
He spoke the ancient words and felt it click. They were one. One heart, one soul. He didn’t experience the satisfaction he expected. She was his for eternity but only because the alternative was death. He hoped she would remember.
Since then - ‘tis Centuries - and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity
Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
And Immortality
We slowly drove - He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility -
We pass the School, where Children strove
At Recess - in the Ring -
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain -
We passed the Setting Sun -
Or rather - He passed Us -
The Dews drew quivering and chill -
For only Gossamer, my Gown -
My Tippet - only Tulle -
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground -
The Roof was scarcely visible -
The Cornice - in the Ground -
Since then - ‘tis Centuries - and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity