LegendLand Big Bang Challenge - "You Picked Me" (PG)
Title: You Picked Me
Rating: PG; rated for general concepts
Theme: Mother Confessors
Genre: Drama/Romance
Characters: Original Characters
Timeline/Spoilers: Pre-series; historic Mother Confessors
Prompt: Song Title (You Picked Me - A Fine Frenzy)
Word Count: 663
Author's Notes: Nope, none really
“Mother Confessor?”
Nathaniel stepped into the candlelit room and stilled, taking a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dim colors that surrounded him.
“Mother Confessor?”
He looked around, searching for the familiar shape of the young woman that led all the Confessors.
“Sophia? Sophia...”
“Are you the one they chose?”
“Sophia, where are you?”
She stepped quietly from the shadows near the night cloaked window.
“Are you?” She asked in an almost hollow sort of voice.
Nathaniel took a deep breath and nodded slowly.
“Why?”
“Why?” He echoed, unable to hide his confusion.
“Why did they choose you?” She asked in a near whisper. “Why you?”
“I wanted this,” he replied simply, finally stepping further into the room.
“What?”
Nathaniel stepped closer, tilting his head in an effort to see the Mother Confessor's face more clearly.
“I wanted this...” he repeated, holding out a hand in a gesture of warmth and supplication.
“Why?” Sophia asked again, as if unable to help herself.
Nathaniel lowered his hand.
“Why didn't you choose someone?” He countered. “Why didn't you make the choice yourself?”
The Mother Confessor finally stepped out of the cool shadows and into the warm light of the candles that glowed throughout her bedchamber.
“I couldn't,” she admitted before shrugging softly. “And I don't know that...” Sophia had to take a deep breath before she could continue. “I don't know that it much matters, does it?” She asked, gesturing a bit helplessly before sinking down to the floor at the foot of her bed. She tucked her knees up and wrapped her arms around them before resting her chin on top of them.
“You think I have all the power,” she murmured. “I have nothing... nothing...”
Nathaniel moved to join Sophia, kneeling before her.
“You have me,” he whispered. “I chose this. I chose you, Sophia.”
“Why?” She asked once more.
“Do you remember,” Nathaniel said in a soft voice. “When you were five... you wanted one of the apples from that old tree that's in the kitchen gardens?”
Sophia nodded slowly, moving her head on her hands.
“You climbed the tree for me,” she whispered. “And fell...”
“That's why,” he whispered. “I fell for you then...”
Nathaniel smiled wryly.
“I chose to do this, because I fell for you then, and I want to fall for you now, Sophia.”
“You know you won't be the same... the same boy... after... after this...” she whispered back.
“No man is ever the same after...” he replied quietly.
“This is different, Nathaniel,” she argued, raising her head to look him in the eyes.
“Not in the ways that matter... not for me,” he countered gently. “I chose you, Sophia... all I'm asking is that you accept that... that you choose me...”
Slowly and gently he leaned forward to kiss her tenderly.
“Choose me, Sophia,” he whispered against her lips. “I want this... now all you have to do is let yourself want it too.”
He kissed her again.
“And you do want it, Sophia. I know you... I know you...” he whispered fervently. “I know you...”
“Nathaniel...” she murmured in return, her lips moving against his. “You don't know what you're asking.” She pulled back.
“I do,” he insisted. “I know exactly what I'm asking. And I know that I would rather be Confessed to you, for you, than see another man in my place.”
He kissed her once more.
“I know what I'm asking,” he assured her. “Do you know what I'm asking for?”
She met his dark eyes with her own gray ones.
“Do you?” Nathaniel asked again.
Sophia kissed him gently before rising slowly. She held out her hand for him. He took it...
Rating: PG; rated for general concepts
Theme: Mother Confessors
Genre: Drama/Romance
Characters: Original Characters
Timeline/Spoilers: Pre-series; historic Mother Confessors
Prompt: Song Title (You Picked Me - A Fine Frenzy)
Word Count: 663
Author's Notes: Nope, none really
“Mother Confessor?”
Nathaniel stepped into the candlelit room and stilled, taking a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dim colors that surrounded him.
“Mother Confessor?”
He looked around, searching for the familiar shape of the young woman that led all the Confessors.
“Sophia? Sophia...”
“Are you the one they chose?”
“Sophia, where are you?”
She stepped quietly from the shadows near the night cloaked window.
“Are you?” She asked in an almost hollow sort of voice.
Nathaniel took a deep breath and nodded slowly.
“Why?”
“Why?” He echoed, unable to hide his confusion.
“Why did they choose you?” She asked in a near whisper. “Why you?”
“I wanted this,” he replied simply, finally stepping further into the room.
“What?”
Nathaniel stepped closer, tilting his head in an effort to see the Mother Confessor's face more clearly.
“I wanted this...” he repeated, holding out a hand in a gesture of warmth and supplication.
“Why?” Sophia asked again, as if unable to help herself.
Nathaniel lowered his hand.
“Why didn't you choose someone?” He countered. “Why didn't you make the choice yourself?”
The Mother Confessor finally stepped out of the cool shadows and into the warm light of the candles that glowed throughout her bedchamber.
“I couldn't,” she admitted before shrugging softly. “And I don't know that...” Sophia had to take a deep breath before she could continue. “I don't know that it much matters, does it?” She asked, gesturing a bit helplessly before sinking down to the floor at the foot of her bed. She tucked her knees up and wrapped her arms around them before resting her chin on top of them.
“You think I have all the power,” she murmured. “I have nothing... nothing...”
Nathaniel moved to join Sophia, kneeling before her.
“You have me,” he whispered. “I chose this. I chose you, Sophia.”
“Why?” She asked once more.
“Do you remember,” Nathaniel said in a soft voice. “When you were five... you wanted one of the apples from that old tree that's in the kitchen gardens?”
Sophia nodded slowly, moving her head on her hands.
“You climbed the tree for me,” she whispered. “And fell...”
“That's why,” he whispered. “I fell for you then...”
Nathaniel smiled wryly.
“I chose to do this, because I fell for you then, and I want to fall for you now, Sophia.”
“You know you won't be the same... the same boy... after... after this...” she whispered back.
“No man is ever the same after...” he replied quietly.
“This is different, Nathaniel,” she argued, raising her head to look him in the eyes.
“Not in the ways that matter... not for me,” he countered gently. “I chose you, Sophia... all I'm asking is that you accept that... that you choose me...”
Slowly and gently he leaned forward to kiss her tenderly.
“Choose me, Sophia,” he whispered against her lips. “I want this... now all you have to do is let yourself want it too.”
He kissed her again.
“And you do want it, Sophia. I know you... I know you...” he whispered fervently. “I know you...”
“Nathaniel...” she murmured in return, her lips moving against his. “You don't know what you're asking.” She pulled back.
“I do,” he insisted. “I know exactly what I'm asking. And I know that I would rather be Confessed to you, for you, than see another man in my place.”
He kissed her once more.
“I know what I'm asking,” he assured her. “Do you know what I'm asking for?”
She met his dark eyes with her own gray ones.
“Do you?” Nathaniel asked again.
Sophia kissed him gently before rising slowly. She held out her hand for him. He took it...