"Thunder"
[February 2006 prompt :: terror]
Thunder.
Deafening silence.
Polar opposites, and yet taking place within me simultaneously.
How else can I describe the sounds of my heart beating in my chest -- or not beating -- as I stand here and watch my beloved Robert battling for his life with that bastard hunter. No matter what else I may think of him, or how much I may want a divorce, this is still my husband, my lover, mon coeur.
As I watch them fighting, I find myself struggling against Duncan. Why isn't he letting me help my Robert? Rules? Who gives a damn about the rules? My husband may die because of this young bastard who's trying to get as many Quickenings as he possibly can. Rules be damned! And Duncan be damned!
If no one else will do it, I'll save Robert myself.
And then I see the lunge, watch the blade moving closer to my Robert's body in slow motion. And the blood. Mon Dieu, the blood! My Robert is bleeding!
As I run toward Robert to make sure he's all right, I am vaguely aware of Duncan following that bastard that tried to kill my Robert. But all that matters is holding my beloved Robert close, telling him I love him.
And all the while I plot my revenge on that unscrupulous bastard.
Thunder.
Deafening silence.
Polar opposites, and yet taking place within me simultaneously.
How else can I describe the sounds of my heart beating in my chest -- or not beating -- as I stand here and watch my beloved Robert battling for his life with that bastard hunter. No matter what else I may think of him, or how much I may want a divorce, this is still my husband, my lover, mon coeur.
As I watch them fighting, I find myself struggling against Duncan. Why isn't he letting me help my Robert? Rules? Who gives a damn about the rules? My husband may die because of this young bastard who's trying to get as many Quickenings as he possibly can. Rules be damned! And Duncan be damned!
If no one else will do it, I'll save Robert myself.
And then I see the lunge, watch the blade moving closer to my Robert's body in slow motion. And the blood. Mon Dieu, the blood! My Robert is bleeding!
As I run toward Robert to make sure he's all right, I am vaguely aware of Duncan following that bastard that tried to kill my Robert. But all that matters is holding my beloved Robert close, telling him I love him.
And all the while I plot my revenge on that unscrupulous bastard.