[Fic] And You My Love
I have saved a lot of women in a lot of ways from different things--it was kind of in my job description as a knight. You go off, fight an ogre, save some virgins from becoming lady fingers at the next ogre gatherings, ride home to your gorgeous girlfriend to cook her a delicious meal and afterwards, curl up in front of the fireplace and distract her from her book until she gives you a kiss. Just a regular day of work--your personal happy place.
Except the days your personal happy place somehow turns into your own living hell.
There are people--wrong people, wildly incorrect people--who liked to refer to me with an incredibly inappropriate title: hero. Let's be serious here. I was no more a hero then than I am now--there's nothing 'fallen' about me. I just stopped believing in happy endings. How could I, when mine got stolen so neatly out from underneath me?
The day started out normally--fight, kill, all that stuff that makes you think you're a hero. Almost enough to make you practically believe everything they're saying about you. Except a hero saves people. A hero saves everyone.
A hero doesn't sit back and watch the one person they have ever loved die without doing anything.
I tried, at first. I really did, promise on the tattered remains of my honor. I found her the best healers, the best medicine, shouted at people when they said there was nothing to be done, actually shook a guy who would have taken me to court had someone not reminded him that I was going kind of crazy and that my girlfriend was dying.
Ivy was dying, and there was nothing I could do.
So I just gave up. I... just gave up and stopped fighting for her. And I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have given up on her because then she gave up on herself. And all that left us to do was wait for her to get sicker--to wait for her to die.
We weren't fighting--it didn't take very long. Just long enough for me to feel my own heart slowly die in my chest with her--I wish that was hyperbole, but it isn't.
We parted ways on an argument. I refuse to apologize for that, because she knew I hated it when she lied to me, and she kept telling me everything was going to be okay. I said I didn't need her to lie to me and we fought and I left her without another word for a bar and a slew of drinks I don't even remember.
I sucked the fight right out of her. An hangover and a half later, she was dead and I.
I don't even know any more.
Muse: Sir William d'Arcy-Bolt
Word count: 476 words
Prompt: Just stopped believing in happy endings for starletfallen
Except the days your personal happy place somehow turns into your own living hell.
There are people--wrong people, wildly incorrect people--who liked to refer to me with an incredibly inappropriate title: hero. Let's be serious here. I was no more a hero then than I am now--there's nothing 'fallen' about me. I just stopped believing in happy endings. How could I, when mine got stolen so neatly out from underneath me?
The day started out normally--fight, kill, all that stuff that makes you think you're a hero. Almost enough to make you practically believe everything they're saying about you. Except a hero saves people. A hero saves everyone.
A hero doesn't sit back and watch the one person they have ever loved die without doing anything.
I tried, at first. I really did, promise on the tattered remains of my honor. I found her the best healers, the best medicine, shouted at people when they said there was nothing to be done, actually shook a guy who would have taken me to court had someone not reminded him that I was going kind of crazy and that my girlfriend was dying.
Ivy was dying, and there was nothing I could do.
So I just gave up. I... just gave up and stopped fighting for her. And I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have given up on her because then she gave up on herself. And all that left us to do was wait for her to get sicker--to wait for her to die.
We weren't fighting--it didn't take very long. Just long enough for me to feel my own heart slowly die in my chest with her--I wish that was hyperbole, but it isn't.
We parted ways on an argument. I refuse to apologize for that, because she knew I hated it when she lied to me, and she kept telling me everything was going to be okay. I said I didn't need her to lie to me and we fought and I left her without another word for a bar and a slew of drinks I don't even remember.
I sucked the fight right out of her. An hangover and a half later, she was dead and I.
I don't even know any more.
Muse: Sir William d'Arcy-Bolt
Word count: 476 words
Prompt: Just stopped believing in happy endings for starletfallen