Fic: Bubastis - Sandman/Watchmen - complete
Title: Bubastis
Fandom: The Sandman/Watchmen
Rating: Uhhh... PG? -is guessing-
Wordcount: 248
Summary: A purr means many things.
Disclaimer: I hold no ownership of any part of either Neil Gaiman's The Sandman, or Watchmen, in any way, shape, or form. This is just for the sheer fun of it.
Spoiler warnings: The end of the movie, pre-Sandman main story
Characters: Bubastis, Bast, Death
Notes: I actually wrote something on my own in this series!
Story warnings: Un-beta'd.
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Bast picked up the purring lynx, who was suddenly merely the size of a kitten. It wasn’t a happy purr. It was a hurt purr, a scared purr.
Death stood behind her.
“May I keep her?” Bubastis keened, a small noise in the darkness and Bast stroked the tips of her ears gently until she settled.
“You know the rules.”
“But she’s barely a kitten, really. It’s not fair on her. May I keep her?”
“There are rules.”
“The same rules that refuse to let me so much as try to aid your brother?”
“And that prevent me too from aiding him.”
Bubastis - what was left of her - looked soulfully between the two not-smells-right who were speaking. They both felt safe enough, but then so had Adrian, and Adrian had made her hurt. She mewled, and purred some more.
“She’s hurt and scared and betrayed and feels all alone. May I keep her?”
“You would keep a ghost? She would still be dead, nothing would change.”
Bubastis mewled again, scared, and Bast scraped her tongue across the top of her head until she stopped, but the purr didn’t cease.
“Once I and she ruled this Earth.”
“I remember. But you lost it like one might forget a dream. And now she and you are memories.”
Death reached out a pale hand, and stroked her fingers gently under Bubastis’ chin.
The purr stopped.
“Let her go, Bast.”
Bast shuddered, but let Death pick up Bubastis.
“I’ll take her someplace warm,” she promised, and Bubastis leant up to lick at Death’s eyebrow.
Bast arched her whiskers, then watched them both walk away into thin air.
Fandom: The Sandman/Watchmen
Rating: Uhhh... PG? -is guessing-
Wordcount: 248
Summary: A purr means many things.
Disclaimer: I hold no ownership of any part of either Neil Gaiman's The Sandman, or Watchmen, in any way, shape, or form. This is just for the sheer fun of it.
Spoiler warnings: The end of the movie, pre-Sandman main story
Characters: Bubastis, Bast, Death
Notes: I actually wrote something on my own in this series!
Story warnings: Un-beta'd.
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Bast picked up the purring lynx, who was suddenly merely the size of a kitten. It wasn’t a happy purr. It was a hurt purr, a scared purr.
Death stood behind her.
“May I keep her?” Bubastis keened, a small noise in the darkness and Bast stroked the tips of her ears gently until she settled.
“You know the rules.”
“But she’s barely a kitten, really. It’s not fair on her. May I keep her?”
“There are rules.”
“The same rules that refuse to let me so much as try to aid your brother?”
“And that prevent me too from aiding him.”
Bubastis - what was left of her - looked soulfully between the two not-smells-right who were speaking. They both felt safe enough, but then so had Adrian, and Adrian had made her hurt. She mewled, and purred some more.
“She’s hurt and scared and betrayed and feels all alone. May I keep her?”
“You would keep a ghost? She would still be dead, nothing would change.”
Bubastis mewled again, scared, and Bast scraped her tongue across the top of her head until she stopped, but the purr didn’t cease.
“Once I and she ruled this Earth.”
“I remember. But you lost it like one might forget a dream. And now she and you are memories.”
Death reached out a pale hand, and stroked her fingers gently under Bubastis’ chin.
The purr stopped.
“Let her go, Bast.”
Bast shuddered, but let Death pick up Bubastis.
“I’ll take her someplace warm,” she promised, and Bubastis leant up to lick at Death’s eyebrow.
Bast arched her whiskers, then watched them both walk away into thin air.