Clænheort
Author: Luxorien
Title: Clænheort
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: N/A
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: For Arthur, anything.
Warnings: Somewhat dark.
Word Count: 193
Prompt: #31 Heartbeat
Author's Notes: N/A
He cast his awareness out like a fisherman's net, instantly aware of every stone and plank that formed the lower town. The heartbeats of the invaders stood out with a ghastly tolling, and his magic sought them with deadly heat and ferocity. The spell was of his own devising, a fact that would have horrified him only a few years previously. But wars have a way of changing men; what once seemed unthinkable becomes routine when the streets run red with the blood of the fallen. Before, he'd had to push himself to use the magic that was his life in such a destructive way, but now it was as natural as breathing.
"Deadlic ligbyrne geæled."
As he spoke the words, his power tumbled after them, seeking out those steady beats and ending them in agony. He'd done the same so many times that it had ceased to have any meaning for him. It was just one more duty that he performed for his king.
But this time, when he turned away from the battlements, he found Arthur behind him, a bare blade in his hand and a horrible devastation in his eyes.
Title: Clænheort
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: N/A
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: For Arthur, anything.
Warnings: Somewhat dark.
Word Count: 193
Prompt: #31 Heartbeat
Author's Notes: N/A
He cast his awareness out like a fisherman's net, instantly aware of every stone and plank that formed the lower town. The heartbeats of the invaders stood out with a ghastly tolling, and his magic sought them with deadly heat and ferocity. The spell was of his own devising, a fact that would have horrified him only a few years previously. But wars have a way of changing men; what once seemed unthinkable becomes routine when the streets run red with the blood of the fallen. Before, he'd had to push himself to use the magic that was his life in such a destructive way, but now it was as natural as breathing.
"Deadlic ligbyrne geæled."
As he spoke the words, his power tumbled after them, seeking out those steady beats and ending them in agony. He'd done the same so many times that it had ceased to have any meaning for him. It was just one more duty that he performed for his king.
But this time, when he turned away from the battlements, he found Arthur behind him, a bare blade in his hand and a horrible devastation in his eyes.