Death Becomes Him (1/?)
Death Becomes Him (AU)
Part 1/?
Characters: Fernando Torres, Daniel Agger
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 375
Disclaimer: This is fictional.
A/N: This is a fantasy fic. This first part is just an introduction to Fernando's character, so it's quite short. More will happen in the next part/s, promise!
Warning: There might be some debatable material here about souls and death, so please pardon me if they clash with your personal beliefs. I'm just making things up. ;-)
He was a young man named Fernando, and Death was in love with him.
He had always been a sickly child, and his more superstitious relatives had been loathe to say that Death was always trying to claim him - illness after illness, Death stood waiting outside his door. He was actually born a sunshine child, with his golden hair, the freckles sprinkled over his rosy cheeks, his bright smile, his expressive face. Perhaps it was ironic then that Death would love him, or perhaps it was only understandable. In any case, one day Death had finally come knocking instead of just waiting, and Fernando fell ill for the last time.
Death made him his companion. Together they traveled to and fro, around and between, and in and out of the realm of the living and the realm of the dead. Death let him keep his name - a gift, it seems, to keep a soul like him concrete, more real than a translucent shapeless matter.
That was ages ago. Sometime between then and now, Death left without warning and has since never been heard from again. And Fernando - as naturally as it would come to anyone made Death’s companion - had immediately taken his place. But he is not Death; he had never inherited that aspect. He remains as Fernando, and now Fernando travels to and fro, around and between, and in and out of the realm of the living and the realm of the dead, alone.
He sometimes likes watching the living go about their daily routines. Everyone and everything he had known in his short life had long been gone, their souls probably even collected by himself. But they are all shapeless, faceless souls without name; it is the curiosities of human life that brings him to watch. And so he watches, but not out of boredom; he does so out of nostalgia.
It actually is a lonely existence. Well, it was. He supposes now that Death had the same reason for taking him in as companion, and like Death, he had to wait until it’s time. He is acting only as Death, after all - not Fate. Fate will tell when he can finally claim his companion, his Daniel.
Until then, he will wait.
Part 1/?
Characters: Fernando Torres, Daniel Agger
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 375
Disclaimer: This is fictional.
A/N: This is a fantasy fic. This first part is just an introduction to Fernando's character, so it's quite short. More will happen in the next part/s, promise!
Warning: There might be some debatable material here about souls and death, so please pardon me if they clash with your personal beliefs. I'm just making things up. ;-)
He was a young man named Fernando, and Death was in love with him.
He had always been a sickly child, and his more superstitious relatives had been loathe to say that Death was always trying to claim him - illness after illness, Death stood waiting outside his door. He was actually born a sunshine child, with his golden hair, the freckles sprinkled over his rosy cheeks, his bright smile, his expressive face. Perhaps it was ironic then that Death would love him, or perhaps it was only understandable. In any case, one day Death had finally come knocking instead of just waiting, and Fernando fell ill for the last time.
Death made him his companion. Together they traveled to and fro, around and between, and in and out of the realm of the living and the realm of the dead. Death let him keep his name - a gift, it seems, to keep a soul like him concrete, more real than a translucent shapeless matter.
That was ages ago. Sometime between then and now, Death left without warning and has since never been heard from again. And Fernando - as naturally as it would come to anyone made Death’s companion - had immediately taken his place. But he is not Death; he had never inherited that aspect. He remains as Fernando, and now Fernando travels to and fro, around and between, and in and out of the realm of the living and the realm of the dead, alone.
He sometimes likes watching the living go about their daily routines. Everyone and everything he had known in his short life had long been gone, their souls probably even collected by himself. But they are all shapeless, faceless souls without name; it is the curiosities of human life that brings him to watch. And so he watches, but not out of boredom; he does so out of nostalgia.
It actually is a lonely existence. Well, it was. He supposes now that Death had the same reason for taking him in as companion, and like Death, he had to wait until it’s time. He is acting only as Death, after all - not Fate. Fate will tell when he can finally claim his companion, his Daniel.
Until then, he will wait.