Snippet - It's already faded
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Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
For: Will/Bran fic for
darthanne
Quality: Barely checked
Characters: Will, Bran
Notes: This request response might turn out to be a long one, so I wanted to post proof I'm working on it.
"You underestimated me, didn't you?"
Will took a moment to understand what he was hearing. It'd been days -- perhaps weeks -- since he'd heard a human voice, an honest-to-god human voice, rather than the whisperings of the rising darkness. It took more than a moment to realise who owned that voice: the Welsh lilt, the hint of arrogance -- "Bran?"
"That's me." Bran put a hand under his elbow and hauled him up. "You and your kind thought you could take it all from me, didn't you?"
"Huh?"
"My memories. My... heritage." There was the sound of fabric shifting: Will guessed that Bran had shrugged. "You know what I mean, Old One. And so you've come to this, all alone and being beaten back by the Dark that wasn't quite as beaten as you'd always hoped... I wonder if your masters already knew it'd be so. Until the Dark is chased out of human hearts, you'll never have vanquished it..."
"You..."
"I remember, yes." Bran sighed softly. "Look at you now... I know your kind have amazing healing powers. Will you ever -- "
"No," Will said, and he swayed on his feet a little. "The pain -- it's already faded somewhat. But..."
"I'm sorry," Bran said, and moved closer, putting his arms around Will: steadying him and comforting him all at once. "I'm sorry. Once I remembered, I should have come to you sooner, but my Da -- you know how my Da was. I thought you'd be alright."
"It's not your fault."
For: Will/Bran fic for
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Quality: Barely checked
Characters: Will, Bran
Notes: This request response might turn out to be a long one, so I wanted to post proof I'm working on it.
"You underestimated me, didn't you?"
Will took a moment to understand what he was hearing. It'd been days -- perhaps weeks -- since he'd heard a human voice, an honest-to-god human voice, rather than the whisperings of the rising darkness. It took more than a moment to realise who owned that voice: the Welsh lilt, the hint of arrogance -- "Bran?"
"That's me." Bran put a hand under his elbow and hauled him up. "You and your kind thought you could take it all from me, didn't you?"
"Huh?"
"My memories. My... heritage." There was the sound of fabric shifting: Will guessed that Bran had shrugged. "You know what I mean, Old One. And so you've come to this, all alone and being beaten back by the Dark that wasn't quite as beaten as you'd always hoped... I wonder if your masters already knew it'd be so. Until the Dark is chased out of human hearts, you'll never have vanquished it..."
"You..."
"I remember, yes." Bran sighed softly. "Look at you now... I know your kind have amazing healing powers. Will you ever -- "
"No," Will said, and he swayed on his feet a little. "The pain -- it's already faded somewhat. But..."
"I'm sorry," Bran said, and moved closer, putting his arms around Will: steadying him and comforting him all at once. "I'm sorry. Once I remembered, I should have come to you sooner, but my Da -- you know how my Da was. I thought you'd be alright."
"It's not your fault."
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Date: 2007-10-17 01:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-10-17 02:10 am (UTC)*Hugs both of them *
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Date: 2007-10-17 10:09 am (UTC)