Spring Fling Drabble:Out Of The Darkness And Into The Light
Title: Out Of The Darkness And Into The Light
Characters/Pairings: Arthur, Arthur/Gwen
Rating/Warnings: PG
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Arthur fights to stay alive
Word Count: 565
Author’s Notes: Done for camelot_love's Spring Fling. The prompt was Sunshine
Tides of darkness are pulling him under, the current strong, dragging him down into the depths as he struggles to fight back. Intense coldness crashes upon his shaking body, knocking failing breaths clear from his aching lungs. Sweat is dripping down his creased forehead as his body trembles.
Arthur wants to break free, he’s not one for giving up; but he’s exhausted, body battered, head spinning. He’s aware that he’s home now, off the bloodied battle field; arrow absent from his chest, stomach, leg, arm…he no longer knows where the fatal weapon pieced him, pain is absolute. Years could have gone by; this agony turns each second into a hundred years.
Arthur can vaguely sense Merlin and others presences in the room, he can’t make out who’s who though, all of them blur into one colour; a colour that changes repeatedly making him feel dizzy. Bile rises from his stomach up into his throat till finally it spills from his cracking lips, splashing onto the floor.
Muffled sounds of incoherent words, orders, incantations, he can’t tell, go in and out of his ears, the words holding no real meaning to resonate within him. Drooping eyelids close and open weakly again till even that simple task becomes too much and they fall shut. It’s completely dark now, no light to be found, no colour; heat, nothing.
Is this it, is this the end?
Still trying to wrestle the beast that eagerly awaits him to falter Arthur groans and writhes on the bed, fever high, skin paling. One little slip is all that’s needed for the game to end and the hungry animal to claim his soul. Inside Arthur knows he’s loosing, slowly slipping away.
Then he feels it, the warmth of the sun, absent for so long. Beams fall onto his burning skin, lighting it with a heat that cools. Gentle scents of wild flowers drift into the air he breaths, calming his nerves and soothing his burning lungs. Floating into his ears comes the beautiful melody of a song bird. O how his missed this, the simplicity, the pureness; too long he’s been in a world of blood and screams. His sprit reviving, Arthur mummers something in response, mouth to dry to speak. The sunshine grows and grows as the bird continues its captivating song. It doesn’t take long until the light pierces through his eyelids, banishing the darkness, lighting the way out. Arthur’s veins begin to burn with his new found fire; memories flood to his weary mind. Dark brown eyes, soft curls; laugher, chocolate skin, blushing cheeks, lips of sweetness, arms that hold him tight, hearts within hearts, souls within souls.
He feels the demon hiss and spit, raging inside of him, making attempts to claw him back to the brink, but the balance has already tipped. Today is not his time; that adventure will have to wait, he has others to live. Using all his will Arthur pulls his heavy eyelids up feeling the sun is not enough, he wishes to gaze upon it. It takes him a while to grow use to the overpowering light but he does and when finally the image stills enough for him to focus even if it’s just for a split second he’s met with the broadest of smiles and shinning eyes that although are still filled with worry now glisten with a spark of relief.
Characters/Pairings: Arthur, Arthur/Gwen
Rating/Warnings: PG
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Arthur fights to stay alive
Word Count: 565
Author’s Notes: Done for camelot_love's Spring Fling. The prompt was Sunshine
Tides of darkness are pulling him under, the current strong, dragging him down into the depths as he struggles to fight back. Intense coldness crashes upon his shaking body, knocking failing breaths clear from his aching lungs. Sweat is dripping down his creased forehead as his body trembles.
Arthur wants to break free, he’s not one for giving up; but he’s exhausted, body battered, head spinning. He’s aware that he’s home now, off the bloodied battle field; arrow absent from his chest, stomach, leg, arm…he no longer knows where the fatal weapon pieced him, pain is absolute. Years could have gone by; this agony turns each second into a hundred years.
Arthur can vaguely sense Merlin and others presences in the room, he can’t make out who’s who though, all of them blur into one colour; a colour that changes repeatedly making him feel dizzy. Bile rises from his stomach up into his throat till finally it spills from his cracking lips, splashing onto the floor.
Muffled sounds of incoherent words, orders, incantations, he can’t tell, go in and out of his ears, the words holding no real meaning to resonate within him. Drooping eyelids close and open weakly again till even that simple task becomes too much and they fall shut. It’s completely dark now, no light to be found, no colour; heat, nothing.
Is this it, is this the end?
Still trying to wrestle the beast that eagerly awaits him to falter Arthur groans and writhes on the bed, fever high, skin paling. One little slip is all that’s needed for the game to end and the hungry animal to claim his soul. Inside Arthur knows he’s loosing, slowly slipping away.
Then he feels it, the warmth of the sun, absent for so long. Beams fall onto his burning skin, lighting it with a heat that cools. Gentle scents of wild flowers drift into the air he breaths, calming his nerves and soothing his burning lungs. Floating into his ears comes the beautiful melody of a song bird. O how his missed this, the simplicity, the pureness; too long he’s been in a world of blood and screams. His sprit reviving, Arthur mummers something in response, mouth to dry to speak. The sunshine grows and grows as the bird continues its captivating song. It doesn’t take long until the light pierces through his eyelids, banishing the darkness, lighting the way out. Arthur’s veins begin to burn with his new found fire; memories flood to his weary mind. Dark brown eyes, soft curls; laugher, chocolate skin, blushing cheeks, lips of sweetness, arms that hold him tight, hearts within hearts, souls within souls.
He feels the demon hiss and spit, raging inside of him, making attempts to claw him back to the brink, but the balance has already tipped. Today is not his time; that adventure will have to wait, he has others to live. Using all his will Arthur pulls his heavy eyelids up feeling the sun is not enough, he wishes to gaze upon it. It takes him a while to grow use to the overpowering light but he does and when finally the image stills enough for him to focus even if it’s just for a split second he’s met with the broadest of smiles and shinning eyes that although are still filled with worry now glisten with a spark of relief.