18 Feb 2009

broadsword_babe: (Miranda (b/w tear))
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

She runs towards the sound of swords shrieking in the night, but can't seem to find them. She can feel the duel raging in her blood. She knows that someone will die tonight. Her stomach clenches thinking the worst.

She rounds the side of the warehouse, and the movement is just enough to distract one of the combatants. She watches, horrified, as a blade arcs toward the distracted Immortal's neck. She screams in warning, but it's too late.

"ADAM!!" she yells, hoping her eyes are wrong.

She doesn't remember running, but all of a sudden, she feels his still-warm, yet lifeless body in her arms. The other Immortal laughs as lightning fills the air. She grabs the sword from her love's hand and swings. The dark, hideous laughter is cut short as another body falls to the ground with a thud.

The Quickening is the worst she's ever had. She tries to cling to Adam's memories but five thousand years' worth of experiences leaves her gasping for breath. Tears are streaming down her face as the last current of electricity flickers and fades.

Months go by. She hasn't left his flat. Friends have called, all worried about her, but she doesn't call them back. She can't face them. She can't imagine knowing he isn't out there for her to find anymore.

She looks down at the platinum-and-diamond ring. They had promised to always find each other. Now he's gone. He'll never pitch up at some odd moment. They'll never cross paths again. She'll never see that cheeky-assed smirk anymore. Her life is empty, meaningless.

A year goes by, two. She's on a different continent surrounded by sand and dust. Memories that aren't hers flicker through her mind, showing her what the land had looked like eons ago: the great delta and the city that had been swallowed by the sea. But it isn't good enough. She doesn't want his memories. She wants him.

She has wandered the Earth these past ten years. His memories have taken her to places she had never been. She often finds herself having conversations with someone that isn't there. She knows people look at her oddly, but doesn't care. They say she's gone mad, and perhaps that's true.

The house is cold, empty, when she returns. The dented fridge stands testament to their passion. Though she had planned on the house being hers, she can still feel him there. The island had been her sanctuary once, and would be again.

She stares down at the granite marker, weathered by time. It has been nearly a century since it was carved with his last alias. It has taken her this long to return to the city she so hates. It's still as busy and noisy as ever, and the crush of people makes her long for the quiet solitude of her island.

The platinum ring still adorns her finger. Only the wear and tear of the metal is testament to that long-ago promise. His memories still linger within her, but they are never enough.

She doesn't know she's kneeling until she feels the grass under her. She doesn't know she's crying until her cheeks are wet with tears. She doesn't know she's dreaming, until she opens her eyes...

Quinnleigh Kincaid
Highlander OC
536 Words (not incl. lyrics)
Prompt 1: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse #265 "What did you dream last night?"
Prompt 2: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse #268: "The End"
Prompt 3: [livejournal.com profile] just_muse_me #14.2.5 "What is one thing in your life that would completely shatter you if you lost?"
Based on RP with [livejournal.com profile] iris_angel
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