The drought is a blessing, Scar thinks, smiling to himself on top of Pride Rock. He could not have designed it better himself, and he is, after all, brilliant. How better to drive the prey animals from the pride lands? How better?
The hyenas are unhappy, but what does he care? They were a means to an end, as everything is. They will find something to eat, he is sure. Each other, perhaps. That might be mildly amusing. Or one of the lionesses - they will not live much longer, he thinks.
And oh, oh, there has never been a pleasure better than this, not even Mufasa’s death was better than this, not even watching that little brat Simba flee from him, nothing has ever been better than proud Sarabi coming before him to beg for mercy. To beg to leave the pride lands. Scar will sleep warm for months on that memory, will turn it over and over and polish it until it shines like stone after a rain, will cherish it until his death.
Here, he thinks to Mufasa, so long dead now. Here. This is what you brought to your precious pride, your precious mate, your precious son. This is what you made, when you refused me. This is what your perfect life came to, Mufasa, this dead land and these dying lions, and the hyenas laughing on Pride Rock. If you had loved me, Mufasa, I would have helped you, would have built you a kingdom like has never been seen before and never will be again, would have raised you up and basked in your reflected light, beloved brother. But you refused me, and see? This is what you have made me do, Mufasa. Is it not glorious?
Yes, he thinks, smiling a little wider and listening to the hyenas laugh, the drought is a blessing. They will all die here, bones white on Pride Rock, Mufasa’s last monument. See, brother? he thinks. You should have loved me.
OH MY GOD. OP WHO FUCKING ADORES EVERY FILL YOU'VE EVER FILLED EVER IS CURRENTLY REELING AT THE FACT THAT YOU FILLED THIS AND AND AND AND
IT'S SO PERFECT EVERYTHING, IN EVERY SINGLE FUCKING WAY I DON'T EVEN.
WORDS. I NEED WORDS.
This is EXACTLY my headcannon, so much, has been for YEARS and you pulled it off perfectly I could just taste the bitterness and animosity, and the pain, oh god Scar's fucking pain. He never cared about being king, never, he just wanted....all he ever wanted...
AKJSGHAGLJHJAGHHGALJGHLSHLAJGHDAMNA:GLASG:AG
I LOVE YOU. I. FUCKING. LOVE. YOU.
Be prepared (HA!) to have me randomly come back and read this every few weeks and leave you copious amounts of comments about how much I FUCKING ADORE THIS. THANK YOU!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S. HOW THE HELL DO YOU DO SUCH AMAZING THINGS WITH ONLY FIVE PARAGRAPHS? I CAN'T EVEN...I DON'T EVEN...JUST...YOU ARE WIN. WIN
I feel loved! And hey, if it's going to get this sort of reaction, I should go find and fill more of your prompts... In any case, I'm so very glad you liked it!
DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN YOU WROTE THIS AND I COMMENTED A DOZEN TIMES AND TOLD YOU THAT I'M GOING TO KEEP COMING BACK TO THIS FIC AND COMMENTING BECAUSE IT'S AMAZING? YES. THAT IS WHAT I AM DOING.
GOOD GOD I LOVE YOU CAN I JUST-
I'm trying to be calm here I've read this a million times but I just ADORE it and I adore you and your writing and I hope that one day I will be able to make such a powerful impact with just a few paragraphs like you do. Because holy fucking christ you are incredible. Never stop writing. <3
So... not OP, natch, but this was glorious. I love that last paragraph, about bones for a monument, and oh. Your work is always so powerful and punchy, and this is certainly no exception. Magnificent.
The hyenas are unhappy, but what does he care? They were a means to an end, as everything is. They will find something to eat, he is sure. Each other, perhaps. That might be mildly amusing. Or one of the lionesses - they will not live much longer, he thinks.
And oh, oh, there has never been a pleasure better than this, not even Mufasa’s death was better than this, not even watching that little brat Simba flee from him, nothing has ever been better than proud Sarabi coming before him to beg for mercy. To beg to leave the pride lands. Scar will sleep warm for months on that memory, will turn it over and over and polish it until it shines like stone after a rain, will cherish it until his death.
Here, he thinks to Mufasa, so long dead now. Here. This is what you brought to your precious pride, your precious mate, your precious son. This is what you made, when you refused me. This is what your perfect life came to, Mufasa, this dead land and these dying lions, and the hyenas laughing on Pride Rock. If you had loved me, Mufasa, I would have helped you, would have built you a kingdom like has never been seen before and never will be again, would have raised you up and basked in your reflected light, beloved brother. But you refused me, and see? This is what you have made me do, Mufasa. Is it not glorious?
Yes, he thinks, smiling a little wider and listening to the hyenas laugh, the drought is a blessing. They will all die here, bones white on Pride Rock, Mufasa’s last monument. See, brother? he thinks. You should have loved me.
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IT'S SO PERFECT EVERYTHING, IN EVERY SINGLE FUCKING WAY I DON'T EVEN.
WORDS. I NEED WORDS.
This is EXACTLY my headcannon, so much, has been for YEARS and you pulled it off perfectly I could just taste the bitterness and animosity, and the pain, oh god Scar's fucking pain. He never cared about being king, never, he just wanted....all he ever wanted...
AKJSGHAGLJHJAGHHGALJGHLSHLAJGHDAMNA:GLASG:AG
I LOVE YOU. I. FUCKING. LOVE. YOU.
Be prepared (HA!) to have me randomly come back and read this every few weeks and leave you copious amounts of comments about how much I FUCKING ADORE THIS. THANK YOU!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S. HOW THE HELL DO YOU DO SUCH AMAZING THINGS WITH ONLY FIVE PARAGRAPHS? I CAN'T EVEN...I DON'T EVEN...JUST...YOU ARE WIN. WIN
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GOOD GOD I LOVE YOU CAN I JUST-
I'm trying to be calm here I've read this a million times but I just ADORE it and I adore you and your writing and I hope that one day I will be able to make such a powerful impact with just a few paragraphs like you do. Because holy fucking christ you are incredible. Never stop writing. <3
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I love you.
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