LegendLand Big Bang Challenge - "Haunted" (PG)
Title: Haunted
Rating: PG; rated for general concepts
Theme: Mother Confessors
Genre: General/Drama
Characters: Amfortas, Viviane
Timeline/Spoilers: Spoilers for "Revenant"
Prompt: Haunted
Word Count: 537
Author's Notes: Again, "spells" are just nonsense words that sounded good to me. *grin*
Amfortas walked the silent corridor, not sure which felt more haunted, him, or Kieran's tomb. He reached a hand out to touch the cool stone.
“I did what had to be done,” he murmured into the stillness. “As I will continue to do,” he added.
That’s when he heard it, a low sound, soft and melancholy. It was faint, but he could hear it whispering through the tomb and could swear that he felt its quiet vibrations in his fingertips. He would have called it a ghost sound, except that it felt more alive than that, mourning and aching, but quietly alive nonetheless.
“Viviane?” he asked in a low voice.
But no one answered.
“Om wen cai qu shi huis,” Amfortas murmured to himself under his breath.
“Viviane?”
Again there was no answer. The wizard took a deep breath in his borrowed body and listened carefully, hearing the sound resolve itself into the low notes of a melody.
He took a deep breath. “It's enough, Viviane,” Amfortas nearly growled.
Slowly, the wizard made his way through the tomb, following the song that seemed to be trying to consume his heart like the touch of confession. The echoes of it lead him through the corridors and to the still sealed doorway of Kieran's secret burial chamber.
“Viviane,” he murmured.
Carefully, Amfortas opened the door to see the spirit of the Mother Confessor standing by her Seeker's remains. She looked up and over to her former wizard with eyes as dark as the shadows that surrounded them. And he noticed then, that she had been crying. He hardened his heart to the sight.
“Viviane.”
Amfortas stepped into the chamber, and Viviane looked back down to the remains of her lover. Quietly, she began to sing again, the notes whispering softly and brushing against the wizard and the tomb's walls like silk in the breeze. Her translucent fingertips reached for Kieran, unable to touch, but equally unable to resist the temptation to try.
Amfortas saw more tears fall from her dark eyes and drift into her hair like stars. The part of him that was the simple man, the trapped soul of the grave robber he had possessed, ached to reach out and capture those stars, ease the spirit's pain. Instead, Amfortas forced the body to approach Viviane and cast a dark shadow over her.
Viviane stopped singing.
“Leave this place,” he commanded, making the naturally warm voice of his possessed body cold and forbidding. “Leave this place now.”
She looked up.
“Release him,” the spirit of the Mother Confessor replied. “Please, Amfortas... let him go... let us be together, as you promised.”
A weaker man, a kinder man, might have given in, but Amfortas was neither.
“Tossus amro,” he chanted, thrusting his hands out toward the spirit.
A flash of blinding blue-white light, and Viviane was gone. Amfortas looked over the remains of the former Seeker, making certain that all the bindings held.
“I did what had to be done,” he murmured into the stillness. “As I will continue to do. Love has no place in destiny or duty,” he declared. “No place...”
Rating: PG; rated for general concepts
Theme: Mother Confessors
Genre: General/Drama
Characters: Amfortas, Viviane
Timeline/Spoilers: Spoilers for "Revenant"
Prompt: Haunted
Word Count: 537
Author's Notes: Again, "spells" are just nonsense words that sounded good to me. *grin*
Amfortas walked the silent corridor, not sure which felt more haunted, him, or Kieran's tomb. He reached a hand out to touch the cool stone.
“I did what had to be done,” he murmured into the stillness. “As I will continue to do,” he added.
That’s when he heard it, a low sound, soft and melancholy. It was faint, but he could hear it whispering through the tomb and could swear that he felt its quiet vibrations in his fingertips. He would have called it a ghost sound, except that it felt more alive than that, mourning and aching, but quietly alive nonetheless.
“Viviane?” he asked in a low voice.
But no one answered.
“Om wen cai qu shi huis,” Amfortas murmured to himself under his breath.
“Viviane?”
Again there was no answer. The wizard took a deep breath in his borrowed body and listened carefully, hearing the sound resolve itself into the low notes of a melody.
He took a deep breath. “It's enough, Viviane,” Amfortas nearly growled.
Slowly, the wizard made his way through the tomb, following the song that seemed to be trying to consume his heart like the touch of confession. The echoes of it lead him through the corridors and to the still sealed doorway of Kieran's secret burial chamber.
“Viviane,” he murmured.
Carefully, Amfortas opened the door to see the spirit of the Mother Confessor standing by her Seeker's remains. She looked up and over to her former wizard with eyes as dark as the shadows that surrounded them. And he noticed then, that she had been crying. He hardened his heart to the sight.
“Viviane.”
Amfortas stepped into the chamber, and Viviane looked back down to the remains of her lover. Quietly, she began to sing again, the notes whispering softly and brushing against the wizard and the tomb's walls like silk in the breeze. Her translucent fingertips reached for Kieran, unable to touch, but equally unable to resist the temptation to try.
Amfortas saw more tears fall from her dark eyes and drift into her hair like stars. The part of him that was the simple man, the trapped soul of the grave robber he had possessed, ached to reach out and capture those stars, ease the spirit's pain. Instead, Amfortas forced the body to approach Viviane and cast a dark shadow over her.
Viviane stopped singing.
“Leave this place,” he commanded, making the naturally warm voice of his possessed body cold and forbidding. “Leave this place now.”
She looked up.
“Release him,” the spirit of the Mother Confessor replied. “Please, Amfortas... let him go... let us be together, as you promised.”
A weaker man, a kinder man, might have given in, but Amfortas was neither.
“Tossus amro,” he chanted, thrusting his hands out toward the spirit.
A flash of blinding blue-white light, and Viviane was gone. Amfortas looked over the remains of the former Seeker, making certain that all the bindings held.
“I did what had to be done,” he murmured into the stillness. “As I will continue to do. Love has no place in destiny or duty,” he declared. “No place...”