Fic: Sing the Wrath, PG, ???
Title: Sing the Wrath
Author: caitri
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy??
Word Count: 228
Summary: Something Greek for rubynye. Companion piece to Stars In Your Eyes, Laurels In Your Hair
Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Trek. Or Greek mythology. Or anything, really.
A/N: I don’t know, I really don’t. I just started to hear this, and yeah.
We followed him at first because we had no other choice. After that, we followed him because we trusted him, because of all those lost during that great battle, he was the one who led us to victory in the end.
Later, because we loved him.
And he loved his best friend.
It wasn’t even a secret. Our elders looked on in amusement, that two who were so different could love as they did. The one who looked like Apollo but fought like Ares himself, the other who drank like Dionysus and was as grim as Hades.
We watched in surprise as the fair-haired youth could win smiles from his dark counterpart, even reluctant ones. How that dark face would lighten and the furrowed brow would smooth in response to some jest or some low word.
And when he died-
Our leader was like a son of Dis then. His light eyes burned, and he ordered our enemies destroyed, completely.
We took their ship and watched it burn.
We felt no regret.
But after that the burning fury was not appeased.
The Second, Athena’s scion as ever, spoke wise counsel.
He did not listen.
Instead, he left. We know not where. We suspect-We know he means to go to Tartarus, one way or another.
We know they’ll be reunited there.
We’ll write songs when they do.
Author: caitri
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy??
Word Count: 228
Summary: Something Greek for rubynye. Companion piece to Stars In Your Eyes, Laurels In Your Hair
Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Trek. Or Greek mythology. Or anything, really.
A/N: I don’t know, I really don’t. I just started to hear this, and yeah.
We followed him at first because we had no other choice. After that, we followed him because we trusted him, because of all those lost during that great battle, he was the one who led us to victory in the end.
Later, because we loved him.
And he loved his best friend.
It wasn’t even a secret. Our elders looked on in amusement, that two who were so different could love as they did. The one who looked like Apollo but fought like Ares himself, the other who drank like Dionysus and was as grim as Hades.
We watched in surprise as the fair-haired youth could win smiles from his dark counterpart, even reluctant ones. How that dark face would lighten and the furrowed brow would smooth in response to some jest or some low word.
And when he died-
Our leader was like a son of Dis then. His light eyes burned, and he ordered our enemies destroyed, completely.
We took their ship and watched it burn.
We felt no regret.
But after that the burning fury was not appeased.
The Second, Athena’s scion as ever, spoke wise counsel.
He did not listen.
Instead, he left. We know not where. We suspect-We know he means to go to Tartarus, one way or another.
We know they’ll be reunited there.
We’ll write songs when they do.