Ficlet: Skin (King Arthur)
Title: Skin
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Summary: Time is the enemy.
A/N: Could be any pairing.
Years from now I will be but a memory, or maybe you will. It all depends on how things go. Maybe we will both fade from reality, be remembered by those mounds in that cemetery. Who's to say for sure?
For now I am content to exist in your world, to hear your voice. Somehow that is the sweetest sound in the world to me. If I had just one wish I would wish to spend eternity listening to your voice. These last fifteen years haven't nearly been enough.
I have traveled with you, heard your cries, tasted your tears, felt the warmth of your blood. All this time I have stood beside you, loving you, wishing that you would stay safe no matter what you faced.
If time was kind I would be allowed to spend it exploring the land that is your skin. I memorize you like a map. Every scar, every cut, every wound from knife, sword or arrow. I know them all and yet each time I see them, each time I touch them, it is a new experience.
Time is our enemy now. Soon this will all end. I can smell the death in the air. Can you smell it too? That copper scent. That rotting scent. Can you taste its bitterness on the back of your tongue?
In the distance drums are sounding. Or maybe it is the beating of my own heart.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Summary: Time is the enemy.
A/N: Could be any pairing.
Years from now I will be but a memory, or maybe you will. It all depends on how things go. Maybe we will both fade from reality, be remembered by those mounds in that cemetery. Who's to say for sure?
For now I am content to exist in your world, to hear your voice. Somehow that is the sweetest sound in the world to me. If I had just one wish I would wish to spend eternity listening to your voice. These last fifteen years haven't nearly been enough.
I have traveled with you, heard your cries, tasted your tears, felt the warmth of your blood. All this time I have stood beside you, loving you, wishing that you would stay safe no matter what you faced.
If time was kind I would be allowed to spend it exploring the land that is your skin. I memorize you like a map. Every scar, every cut, every wound from knife, sword or arrow. I know them all and yet each time I see them, each time I touch them, it is a new experience.
Time is our enemy now. Soon this will all end. I can smell the death in the air. Can you smell it too? That copper scent. That rotting scent. Can you taste its bitterness on the back of your tongue?
In the distance drums are sounding. Or maybe it is the beating of my own heart.