Not much of a thank you, really.
Title: Decisions.
Genre: Tragic
Characters: Rashnu Lestrange, Cygnus Black, others mentioned
Rating: PG, for violence.
Word Count: 547 words
Summary: Decisions have to be made. Loyalties chosen.
Author's Notes: Fun little blurb to thank trivalent for her Cygnus/Druella fic.
A curse brushed past Cygnus' ear as he dove out of the way. He had refused the Dark Lord one too many times, it seemed. Finally, the man who called himself Lord Voldemort was fed up and wanted him dead. He had sent one of his best to do the job. Even Cygnus, one of the best duelists of his time, had difficulty fending him off. Voldemort had chosen well. Cygnus sent his own curse towards his masked assailant. He smiled when his assailant's Shield Charm failed at his spell and fell backwards.
Cygnus hurried across the house towards the kitchens. If he was going to die, he wasn't going to let the bastard destroy his house in the process. Black antiques and heirlooms were all over the place and he'd be damned before he let those be destroyed for his children by some foolish vendetta. He slid behind a wall and waited for the sound of footsteps.
"Come out, come out, Cygnus."
Cygnus was glad to hear that he seemed to have taken some of the wind out of his friend. He tried to regulate his breathing so he wasn't gasping so audibly.
"Oh, come on. I thought you'd be braver than this, man."
Cygnus refused to let himself be provoked. He had to live. For his children and his grandchildren. And for Druella.
"Got you," the voice came directly into his ear. Cygnus smashed his elbow into the man's mask and dove out of the way. He felt the heat of the spell course over her his head as he stepped back and took a duelist's stance.
"Fuck you, Cygnus," Rashnu hissed angrily, pulling the mask off. "If I ever had a rule, it's never the face!" he growled angrily, wiping the blood of the bridge of his nose.
"And if I ever had a rule, it's you're not allowed in my home, Rashnu," he retorted. "So protective of your face, afraid my wife will stop coming to you if you're not pretty?"
Rashnu spat out the blood that had been in his nose. "Clearly, Cygnus, my face isn't what your wife comes to me for."
"Tch. Well-played," Cygnus smirked.
Druella. She was the problem. She was the reason they would both fail at this duel. If Cygnus used all his resources, he could kill Rashnu. He knew the house better than his attacker did and knew of all the cursed little items. However, if he killed him, he would lose Druella. And he would rather lose his life than her love. Either way would result in death. Rashnu was in the same predicament. He had more experience in the Dark Arts and could probably kill Cygnus if he really tried. Still, if he did suceed at murdering his target, he'd get himself killed by Druella. And if he didn't, he'd get himself tortured by the Dark Lord. Decisions, decisions.
"You know there's only one way this can end, Cygnet," Rashnu said, flicking his wand and assuming an offensive stance.
"Yes, with you dead, Rash," Cygnus retorted.
"So brave," Rashnu retorted.
They had both made their decisions. Rashnu would rather face the Druella than the Dark Lord. Cygnus had had enough of Rashnu taking his wife away from him.
"Avada Kedavra!"
One man left standing.
Rashnu.
Genre: Tragic
Characters: Rashnu Lestrange, Cygnus Black, others mentioned
Rating: PG, for violence.
Word Count: 547 words
Summary: Decisions have to be made. Loyalties chosen.
Author's Notes: Fun little blurb to thank trivalent for her Cygnus/Druella fic.
A curse brushed past Cygnus' ear as he dove out of the way. He had refused the Dark Lord one too many times, it seemed. Finally, the man who called himself Lord Voldemort was fed up and wanted him dead. He had sent one of his best to do the job. Even Cygnus, one of the best duelists of his time, had difficulty fending him off. Voldemort had chosen well. Cygnus sent his own curse towards his masked assailant. He smiled when his assailant's Shield Charm failed at his spell and fell backwards.
Cygnus hurried across the house towards the kitchens. If he was going to die, he wasn't going to let the bastard destroy his house in the process. Black antiques and heirlooms were all over the place and he'd be damned before he let those be destroyed for his children by some foolish vendetta. He slid behind a wall and waited for the sound of footsteps.
"Come out, come out, Cygnus."
Cygnus was glad to hear that he seemed to have taken some of the wind out of his friend. He tried to regulate his breathing so he wasn't gasping so audibly.
"Oh, come on. I thought you'd be braver than this, man."
Cygnus refused to let himself be provoked. He had to live. For his children and his grandchildren. And for Druella.
"Got you," the voice came directly into his ear. Cygnus smashed his elbow into the man's mask and dove out of the way. He felt the heat of the spell course over her his head as he stepped back and took a duelist's stance.
"Fuck you, Cygnus," Rashnu hissed angrily, pulling the mask off. "If I ever had a rule, it's never the face!" he growled angrily, wiping the blood of the bridge of his nose.
"And if I ever had a rule, it's you're not allowed in my home, Rashnu," he retorted. "So protective of your face, afraid my wife will stop coming to you if you're not pretty?"
Rashnu spat out the blood that had been in his nose. "Clearly, Cygnus, my face isn't what your wife comes to me for."
"Tch. Well-played," Cygnus smirked.
Druella. She was the problem. She was the reason they would both fail at this duel. If Cygnus used all his resources, he could kill Rashnu. He knew the house better than his attacker did and knew of all the cursed little items. However, if he killed him, he would lose Druella. And he would rather lose his life than her love. Either way would result in death. Rashnu was in the same predicament. He had more experience in the Dark Arts and could probably kill Cygnus if he really tried. Still, if he did suceed at murdering his target, he'd get himself killed by Druella. And if he didn't, he'd get himself tortured by the Dark Lord. Decisions, decisions.
"You know there's only one way this can end, Cygnet," Rashnu said, flicking his wand and assuming an offensive stance.
"Yes, with you dead, Rash," Cygnus retorted.
"So brave," Rashnu retorted.
They had both made their decisions. Rashnu would rather face the Druella than the Dark Lord. Cygnus had had enough of Rashnu taking his wife away from him.
"Avada Kedavra!"
One man left standing.
Rashnu.