[fic] [round 20] Would you catch me if I fall?
Author/Artist: terraharpel
Characters/Pairings: Yozak, Conrad/Alford
Word Count: 553
Rating: PG (to be on the safe side)
Any Warnings: it´s a metaphor/dream, Yozak´s innermost feelings
Theme/Prompt being used: Jealousy
„The deepest and achiest wounds are those which were struck from persons who are wearing the mask of friendship.“
(translation of the following quote: Am tiesten schmerzen Wunden, uns geschlagen von Menschen, die der Freundschaft Maske tragen. By Friedrich Martin von Bodenstedt)
He was falling down like a stone in a dark abyss where nobody could see what would be at the end of it. They made a dare with each other and he had taken up that challenge. In his mind he was still convinced that his friend would be there to catch him if he fell. The same blind trust was still in his mind even as he fell in that hostile darkness, even as it seemed that invisible hands tried to pull him apart. He was sure that in the end he would stand there and catch him in his arms of friendship, love and trust.
But in the end his mortal body crashed down on a hard ground, lying there, bleeding and full of pain. Bloody lips opened and closed in disbelief, deep blue eyes looked up from the ground into the grey sky. Not even a beam of sunshine seemed to care for the person lying on the ground, taking their last breath, betrayed in the end from their own blind and endless trust in that special person.
They had sworn to each other that their friendship would never end. That they could count on each other through thick and thin. That if one of them would be weak, the other one would be strong, helping the weak to carry on. They would be there for each other, only one call apart. They would create something which was strong enough that fear and despair had no place there.
He had done all that. He had been true to their promise, cherishing it like a holy relic and in the end he was the only one who had remembered the promise through the course of time. Now when he needed his other half it wasn‘t there, it had forgotten to remember their promise.
Even worse than the physical pain was the pain of his breaking heart. With an almost unbelievable effort the broken man turned his head and watched his other half as he stood there with his arms around another person. Somebody had taken the soul´s place, brown hair, aquamarine eyes and innocence......
Were all his past efforts for nothing? Had he failed that special person that he was punished like this now?
A choked mumbling was crying out from his blood filled lungs to that person for help, he didn‘t want to die alone. He didn‘t want to be left behind. He needed that person, he needed that light which had rescued him from his first death. However, that person only smiled at him, turned around with his new friend in his arms and walked away. Leaving behind a broken, beaten and betrayed soul which had the first taste of true betrayal as a parting gift for his last breath of life. And at the same time the first spark of a powerful dark emotion was born out of this betrayal. The first tender tendrils of jealousy which would haunt him even in his afterlife.
„Conrad, don´t leave me, please.....“
Characters/Pairings: Yozak, Conrad/Alford
Word Count: 553
Rating: PG (to be on the safe side)
Any Warnings: it´s a metaphor/dream, Yozak´s innermost feelings
Theme/Prompt being used: Jealousy
„The deepest and achiest wounds are those which were struck from persons who are wearing the mask of friendship.“
(translation of the following quote: Am tiesten schmerzen Wunden, uns geschlagen von Menschen, die der Freundschaft Maske tragen. By Friedrich Martin von Bodenstedt)
He was falling down like a stone in a dark abyss where nobody could see what would be at the end of it. They made a dare with each other and he had taken up that challenge. In his mind he was still convinced that his friend would be there to catch him if he fell. The same blind trust was still in his mind even as he fell in that hostile darkness, even as it seemed that invisible hands tried to pull him apart. He was sure that in the end he would stand there and catch him in his arms of friendship, love and trust.
But in the end his mortal body crashed down on a hard ground, lying there, bleeding and full of pain. Bloody lips opened and closed in disbelief, deep blue eyes looked up from the ground into the grey sky. Not even a beam of sunshine seemed to care for the person lying on the ground, taking their last breath, betrayed in the end from their own blind and endless trust in that special person.
They had sworn to each other that their friendship would never end. That they could count on each other through thick and thin. That if one of them would be weak, the other one would be strong, helping the weak to carry on. They would be there for each other, only one call apart. They would create something which was strong enough that fear and despair had no place there.
He had done all that. He had been true to their promise, cherishing it like a holy relic and in the end he was the only one who had remembered the promise through the course of time. Now when he needed his other half it wasn‘t there, it had forgotten to remember their promise.
Even worse than the physical pain was the pain of his breaking heart. With an almost unbelievable effort the broken man turned his head and watched his other half as he stood there with his arms around another person. Somebody had taken the soul´s place, brown hair, aquamarine eyes and innocence......
Were all his past efforts for nothing? Had he failed that special person that he was punished like this now?
A choked mumbling was crying out from his blood filled lungs to that person for help, he didn‘t want to die alone. He didn‘t want to be left behind. He needed that person, he needed that light which had rescued him from his first death. However, that person only smiled at him, turned around with his new friend in his arms and walked away. Leaving behind a broken, beaten and betrayed soul which had the first taste of true betrayal as a parting gift for his last breath of life. And at the same time the first spark of a powerful dark emotion was born out of this betrayal. The first tender tendrils of jealousy which would haunt him even in his afterlife.
„Conrad, don´t leave me, please.....“