Fic: Moonrise (11.10 episode coda)
Firstly, happy birthday, Dean Winchester!
[Spoiler (click to open)]Secondly...there were things I liked and things I didn't like about the last ep, but I'm still engaged and intrigued and have many thinky thoughts about where things might be going, so all is good.
This piece is mostly an RIP for Rowena, even though I don't think she will (and don't want her to), this being Supernatural and all.
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Title: Moonrise
Author: zara_zee
Beta: Not beta’d
Genre(s): Episode coda. Rowena POV.
Rating: PG-13, Gen
Spoilers: Episode 11.10
Word Count: ~700
Warnings: SPN 'verse God. Portrayal may seem sacrilegious to some
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing in the sand box.
Summary: “I want to remake the world.”
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She often dreams of Boreczek. Of the spindly, white-barked trees and the muddy puddles. Of Oskar running through the coarse grass, leading little black Kozica on a short length of rope.
The light is a diffused yellow and the edges of her vision are soft, the way edges always are in dreams. Rowena smiles and tells Oskar that she’s made his favorite kołacz and his grin breaks her heart all over again.
The raven-haired woman is a surprise.
“Who are you?” Rowena asks. “What are you doin’ in my dream?”
“I’m a sister who knows what it is to be betrayed,” the woman comes closer, almost floating. She’s beautiful. Warm brown eyes and full, sensual lips.
Rowena swallows. Her hands go to her hips. “But who are you?”
The woman purses her lips. “I go by many names. You can call me Amara.”
The air is sucked from Rowena’s lungs and she gasps. “The Darkness?”
Amara smiles, small and private.
“And God said let there be light, and there was light,” she rolls her eyes. “Actually, God said, hey, how about I lock up my sister and suck out her power to fuel my own Meccano project.”
Rowena’s hand flutters to her mouth.
“God’s your brother?”
Amara nods. “The original douche-bro. Men were created in his image and they’ve been sucking the life out of women ever since.”
Rowena’s lips twist. “Don’t I know it. Smug, self-righteous bastards, plundering our spells, our secrets and using them for their own sanctimonious ends. Whipping up the hatred of the Church. Having us burnt at the stake.”
“Exactly,” says Amara. Her face is close and her eyes are intense. “And all because they were trying to emulate Him.”
Rowena stares into Amara’s eyes. “Pleasant though this little chat has been-and believe me, I could happily bitch about men all day-I’m sure there’s a purpose behind this visit?”
Amara inclines her head. “He will visit you in your dreams.”
Rowena raises her eyebrows incredulously. “Who? God?”
Amara shakes her head. “The Morning Star.”
Rowena’s mouth falls open. “Lucifer?”
Amara nods. “He needs your help. He’ll promise you a place at his side, but he can’t be trusted. He’ll take what he wants from you and then he’ll abandon you.”
Rowena harrumphs. “Typical. So Lucifer’s going to ask me to put out, and then leave me with blood-slicked thighs, half-dead on a straw mat?”
Amara shakes her head. “He won’t leave you half-dead; he’ll snap your neck.”
“Oh,” Rowena turns away. It wouldn’t be the first time a man had used and betrayed her. Promised her the world and given her filth and death. “I take it you’re here because you have a plan?”
“I want to remake the world,” Amara’s face glows. “No forbidden knowledge, no serpents. A paradise, where the Moon has won. My world needs women like you, Rowena. I won’t make you empty promises.”
“Not to put too fine a point on it,” Rowena says over her shoulder, “but last time, you lost the fight.”
“That’s true. But I learned a lot and I’ve had time to think about it, to figure out what to do differently.” Amara puts a hand on Rowena’s shoulder. “I want you to play along with Lucifer. Do what he wants. He will kill you. But I’ll bring you back.”
“If you win.”
“Oh I’ll win. I’m already four moves ahead of everyone else and I have a master chess player in my corner,” Amara smiles. “More Mistress than Master these days, of course, and looking to settle a score of her own.”
“Say I do help you,” Rowena says. Amara nods encouragingly. “What are you going to need me to do?”
Amara smiles. “I’m going to need you to make a couple of teeny-weeny amendments to a certain spell.” She leans forwards and whispers in Rowena’s ear.
Rowena blinks. Her eyes widen. “When?” she says, her voice hushed with awe.
“You’ll know when I’m coming. I’ll send you a message. You won’t be able to miss it.”
“And I have your word-woman to woman-that if I do this and something happens to me, you’ll bring me back?”
Amara smiles and leans in close, her lips dancing close to Rowena’s. “It’s a promise.”
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[Spoiler (click to open)]Secondly...there were things I liked and things I didn't like about the last ep, but I'm still engaged and intrigued and have many thinky thoughts about where things might be going, so all is good.
This piece is mostly an RIP for Rowena, even though I don't think she will (and don't want her to), this being Supernatural and all.
--
Title: Moonrise
Author: zara_zee
Beta: Not beta’d
Genre(s): Episode coda. Rowena POV.
Rating: PG-13, Gen
Spoilers: Episode 11.10
Word Count: ~700
Warnings: SPN 'verse God. Portrayal may seem sacrilegious to some
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing in the sand box.
Summary: “I want to remake the world.”
--
She often dreams of Boreczek. Of the spindly, white-barked trees and the muddy puddles. Of Oskar running through the coarse grass, leading little black Kozica on a short length of rope.
The light is a diffused yellow and the edges of her vision are soft, the way edges always are in dreams. Rowena smiles and tells Oskar that she’s made his favorite kołacz and his grin breaks her heart all over again.
The raven-haired woman is a surprise.
“Who are you?” Rowena asks. “What are you doin’ in my dream?”
“I’m a sister who knows what it is to be betrayed,” the woman comes closer, almost floating. She’s beautiful. Warm brown eyes and full, sensual lips.
Rowena swallows. Her hands go to her hips. “But who are you?”
The woman purses her lips. “I go by many names. You can call me Amara.”
The air is sucked from Rowena’s lungs and she gasps. “The Darkness?”
Amara smiles, small and private.
“And God said let there be light, and there was light,” she rolls her eyes. “Actually, God said, hey, how about I lock up my sister and suck out her power to fuel my own Meccano project.”
Rowena’s hand flutters to her mouth.
“God’s your brother?”
Amara nods. “The original douche-bro. Men were created in his image and they’ve been sucking the life out of women ever since.”
Rowena’s lips twist. “Don’t I know it. Smug, self-righteous bastards, plundering our spells, our secrets and using them for their own sanctimonious ends. Whipping up the hatred of the Church. Having us burnt at the stake.”
“Exactly,” says Amara. Her face is close and her eyes are intense. “And all because they were trying to emulate Him.”
Rowena stares into Amara’s eyes. “Pleasant though this little chat has been-and believe me, I could happily bitch about men all day-I’m sure there’s a purpose behind this visit?”
Amara inclines her head. “He will visit you in your dreams.”
Rowena raises her eyebrows incredulously. “Who? God?”
Amara shakes her head. “The Morning Star.”
Rowena’s mouth falls open. “Lucifer?”
Amara nods. “He needs your help. He’ll promise you a place at his side, but he can’t be trusted. He’ll take what he wants from you and then he’ll abandon you.”
Rowena harrumphs. “Typical. So Lucifer’s going to ask me to put out, and then leave me with blood-slicked thighs, half-dead on a straw mat?”
Amara shakes her head. “He won’t leave you half-dead; he’ll snap your neck.”
“Oh,” Rowena turns away. It wouldn’t be the first time a man had used and betrayed her. Promised her the world and given her filth and death. “I take it you’re here because you have a plan?”
“I want to remake the world,” Amara’s face glows. “No forbidden knowledge, no serpents. A paradise, where the Moon has won. My world needs women like you, Rowena. I won’t make you empty promises.”
“Not to put too fine a point on it,” Rowena says over her shoulder, “but last time, you lost the fight.”
“That’s true. But I learned a lot and I’ve had time to think about it, to figure out what to do differently.” Amara puts a hand on Rowena’s shoulder. “I want you to play along with Lucifer. Do what he wants. He will kill you. But I’ll bring you back.”
“If you win.”
“Oh I’ll win. I’m already four moves ahead of everyone else and I have a master chess player in my corner,” Amara smiles. “More Mistress than Master these days, of course, and looking to settle a score of her own.”
“Say I do help you,” Rowena says. Amara nods encouragingly. “What are you going to need me to do?”
Amara smiles. “I’m going to need you to make a couple of teeny-weeny amendments to a certain spell.” She leans forwards and whispers in Rowena’s ear.
Rowena blinks. Her eyes widen. “When?” she says, her voice hushed with awe.
“You’ll know when I’m coming. I’ll send you a message. You won’t be able to miss it.”
“And I have your word-woman to woman-that if I do this and something happens to me, you’ll bring me back?”
Amara smiles and leans in close, her lips dancing close to Rowena’s. “It’s a promise.”
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