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Title: Bygones
Claim: Vin Tanner (Magnificent 7)
Fandoms: Magnificent 7/Arthurian Legend
(Not the movie "Arthur"! God, don't even get me started on that.)
Prompt: 050 - Spade
Okay, so this might be a little arbitrary prompt-wise, but I'm into Tarot. So Spades and Swords are the same suit, and it just went from there. Blame my twisted logic.
Summary: Vin remembers in dreams.
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Vin dreams often these days. He remembers everything about the dreams, even long after they're over and he should be concerned with things like completing their case and finishing his reports. He’s especially uncomfortable with just how un-dreamlike his dreams feel.
He dreams in vivid detail. The blood is bright red as an enemy falls beneath his sword. It arcs in the orange light of the setting sun and he can feel it warm and just a little sticky as it spatters across his face. He doesn’t even pause to wipe it as he moves onto the next man.
He aches. He aches more than he has in his entire life. His arms feel heavy with exhaustion and when he moves it feels like he’s wading through mud. He keeps moving because if he stops he isn’t sure he’ll start again.
In a crowd of enemy colours - followers of the usurper, Vin thinks disdainfully - he sees a flash of blue and gold. His heart skips a beat and he immediately makes his way through opponents until he’s reached the man bearing the recognisable shield. Grim green eyes look at him from beneath a helmet adorned with a crown.
“My lord," Vin says a little breathlessly, “I believe you could use some assistance.”
The blond man chuckles softly at his gross understatement and they stand back to back against what feels like an entire army. Vin doesn’t think he’s ever felt such a sense of belonging, even amidst all the chaos.
Later, when he arrives at work, feeling a little uneasy, he looks at Chris and knows. He knows that Chris sees the same dreams when he sleeps. He knows too that Chris knows that they aren’t dreams at all.
Claim: Vin Tanner (Magnificent 7)
Fandoms: Magnificent 7/Arthurian Legend
(Not the movie "Arthur"! God, don't even get me started on that.)
Prompt: 050 - Spade
Okay, so this might be a little arbitrary prompt-wise, but I'm into Tarot. So Spades and Swords are the same suit, and it just went from there. Blame my twisted logic.
Summary: Vin remembers in dreams.
Table
Vin dreams often these days. He remembers everything about the dreams, even long after they're over and he should be concerned with things like completing their case and finishing his reports. He’s especially uncomfortable with just how un-dreamlike his dreams feel.
He dreams in vivid detail. The blood is bright red as an enemy falls beneath his sword. It arcs in the orange light of the setting sun and he can feel it warm and just a little sticky as it spatters across his face. He doesn’t even pause to wipe it as he moves onto the next man.
He aches. He aches more than he has in his entire life. His arms feel heavy with exhaustion and when he moves it feels like he’s wading through mud. He keeps moving because if he stops he isn’t sure he’ll start again.
In a crowd of enemy colours - followers of the usurper, Vin thinks disdainfully - he sees a flash of blue and gold. His heart skips a beat and he immediately makes his way through opponents until he’s reached the man bearing the recognisable shield. Grim green eyes look at him from beneath a helmet adorned with a crown.
“My lord," Vin says a little breathlessly, “I believe you could use some assistance.”
The blond man chuckles softly at his gross understatement and they stand back to back against what feels like an entire army. Vin doesn’t think he’s ever felt such a sense of belonging, even amidst all the chaos.
Later, when he arrives at work, feeling a little uneasy, he looks at Chris and knows. He knows that Chris sees the same dreams when he sleeps. He knows too that Chris knows that they aren’t dreams at all.