[Table five] [The Dark Is Rising] [Will/Bran]
Titles: Jealousy, Time, Cardinal Rule, End, Regret
Author: twilightsrain/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: Will/Bran
Table/Theme: V, 16-20
Rating: G-PG13
Word Counts: 119, 106, 102, 92, 99
Warnings: Angst, sap
Disclaimer: Susan Cooper owns all, I'm just playing with them.
16 -- Blue ribbon -- Jealousy
Bran is walking arm in arm with Jane Drew, both making their way to where Will sits, waiting. The jealousy still gnaws inside him at the sight of her, with her smile and the blue ribbons in her hair and the way Bran looks at her, sharing something, some deep connection from Bran to her that was once his alone. It could eat him from the inside out, this feeling, if he let it. He stands up and waves at them both, smiling when Jane looks up and waves back, grinning when Bran makes a derisive face at him. This is the way it should be, the way it has to be, for Bran's happiness, if not for his.
17 -- Writing on the wall -- Time
There was no way in hell it could've worked, and maybe that's why Will so desperately ignored that and clung to hope. Bran's choices had been made, and he knew them, and the memory of them haunted every moment he spent with Bran, but he snatched at everything he could have with his ordinary mortal lover who was still so completely extraordinary.
Ten years, ten years of loving and keeping secrets and watching and Will knows it's nearly time to go, nearly time to move on and watch only. He's had his time. But he doesn't want to leave, not yet, not even if he should.
18 -- Achilles’ heel -- Cardinal Rule
To put more trust in a mortal man than he has the strength to take -- that's the worst thing Will could've done, and that is exactly what he has always done with Bran. He doesn't need to give him some great task for that. Simply by living, by being loved by Will, Bran is in danger, is held in great trust, because the Dark rose and it fell but it lives still in every man's heart. And the Dark wants to get at Will, needs to get at Will, to end his vigil.
And a way could be found, through Bran.
19 -- Flat line -- End
"I think you killed me," Will says, teasing in his voice as he tips his head up to kiss Bran. Bran laughs shakily, still mostly breathless, slowly pulling out of Will to lay down beside him, smiling at the way Will curls to fit against him.
"Or you killed me," he says, nipping lightly at his lover's shoulder, "I swear I saw -- "
There's an odd eagerness deep in Will's voice, an eagerness he tries to bury deep: "Yes?"
"The end of the world," Bran says, thoughtfully, "or something like it."
20 - Generation -- Regret
"Jane's kids are really cute," Will says, softly, and looking over at Bran, he wonders if he regrets any of the choices he's made. The choice to live and die a mortal, the choice to be with Will and not with pretty, ordinary Jane Drew. The choice never to have children, never to pass anything of himself on. It doesn't look as if he does: his eyes are thoughtful behind the dark glasses, yes, thoughtful and far away, but not regretful.
"Yes," he says, and, sensing Will's thoughts, "still glad we can't have any terrors of our own, though."
Author: twilightsrain/edenbound (ficjournal)
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: Will/Bran
Table/Theme: V, 16-20
Rating: G-PG13
Word Counts: 119, 106, 102, 92, 99
Warnings: Angst, sap
Disclaimer: Susan Cooper owns all, I'm just playing with them.
16 -- Blue ribbon -- Jealousy
Bran is walking arm in arm with Jane Drew, both making their way to where Will sits, waiting. The jealousy still gnaws inside him at the sight of her, with her smile and the blue ribbons in her hair and the way Bran looks at her, sharing something, some deep connection from Bran to her that was once his alone. It could eat him from the inside out, this feeling, if he let it. He stands up and waves at them both, smiling when Jane looks up and waves back, grinning when Bran makes a derisive face at him. This is the way it should be, the way it has to be, for Bran's happiness, if not for his.
17 -- Writing on the wall -- Time
There was no way in hell it could've worked, and maybe that's why Will so desperately ignored that and clung to hope. Bran's choices had been made, and he knew them, and the memory of them haunted every moment he spent with Bran, but he snatched at everything he could have with his ordinary mortal lover who was still so completely extraordinary.
Ten years, ten years of loving and keeping secrets and watching and Will knows it's nearly time to go, nearly time to move on and watch only. He's had his time. But he doesn't want to leave, not yet, not even if he should.
18 -- Achilles’ heel -- Cardinal Rule
To put more trust in a mortal man than he has the strength to take -- that's the worst thing Will could've done, and that is exactly what he has always done with Bran. He doesn't need to give him some great task for that. Simply by living, by being loved by Will, Bran is in danger, is held in great trust, because the Dark rose and it fell but it lives still in every man's heart. And the Dark wants to get at Will, needs to get at Will, to end his vigil.
And a way could be found, through Bran.
19 -- Flat line -- End
"I think you killed me," Will says, teasing in his voice as he tips his head up to kiss Bran. Bran laughs shakily, still mostly breathless, slowly pulling out of Will to lay down beside him, smiling at the way Will curls to fit against him.
"Or you killed me," he says, nipping lightly at his lover's shoulder, "I swear I saw -- "
There's an odd eagerness deep in Will's voice, an eagerness he tries to bury deep: "Yes?"
"The end of the world," Bran says, thoughtfully, "or something like it."
20 - Generation -- Regret
"Jane's kids are really cute," Will says, softly, and looking over at Bran, he wonders if he regrets any of the choices he's made. The choice to live and die a mortal, the choice to be with Will and not with pretty, ordinary Jane Drew. The choice never to have children, never to pass anything of himself on. It doesn't look as if he does: his eyes are thoughtful behind the dark glasses, yes, thoughtful and far away, but not regretful.
"Yes," he says, and, sensing Will's thoughts, "still glad we can't have any terrors of our own, though."