Snippet - Calm before the storm
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wilderthanFandom: The Dark Is Rising
For: Loyalty chapter three
Quality: Unchecked
Characters: Bran, Simon
Bran's voice was oddly quiet -- not a calm quiet, but more like the air around them: charged with tension; it was the calm before the storm. "Serious things? The Dark may rise up to take our world, and you have more serious things to do? Or do you think it's child's play we're at, Simon Drew? Don't you remember Merriman? Did you not stand in the dream with the rest of us and remember things?" He grabbed Simon's shoulders, staring into his face. His voice rose, as if he was trying to break through -- break in -- make Simon hear him. "Do you think this is just a game? It isn't, Simon! This is -- this is the most important thing in the world. In all of time!"
Simon didn't move. "Wasn't that your supposed heroism? Slicing the blossom from the tree?"
"That was the start. This... that wasn't the end. It was the beginning! Will can't do anything, he just has to guide us -- " and as he said that, Bran realised how true it was, and fell silent for a moment. He took his hands from Simon's shoulders, voice soft again. "This is... the age of men. This is our time -- that's why Merriman went. Simon, we have to -- "
"I'm tired of this," Simon said, suddenly, forcing Bran to break off again. "I'm tired of all of it! We were kids, and we thought we were saving the world. But we're not kids anymore!"
"One of us is," Bran said, sneering.
"Better a child than delusional."
Bran laughed. "Then your little brother is the most delusional of the lot, Sais bach."
"You think I don't know that? I'm worried about him. That's the only reason I was coming up to join you!"
For: Loyalty chapter three
Quality: Unchecked
Characters: Bran, Simon
Bran's voice was oddly quiet -- not a calm quiet, but more like the air around them: charged with tension; it was the calm before the storm. "Serious things? The Dark may rise up to take our world, and you have more serious things to do? Or do you think it's child's play we're at, Simon Drew? Don't you remember Merriman? Did you not stand in the dream with the rest of us and remember things?" He grabbed Simon's shoulders, staring into his face. His voice rose, as if he was trying to break through -- break in -- make Simon hear him. "Do you think this is just a game? It isn't, Simon! This is -- this is the most important thing in the world. In all of time!"
Simon didn't move. "Wasn't that your supposed heroism? Slicing the blossom from the tree?"
"That was the start. This... that wasn't the end. It was the beginning! Will can't do anything, he just has to guide us -- " and as he said that, Bran realised how true it was, and fell silent for a moment. He took his hands from Simon's shoulders, voice soft again. "This is... the age of men. This is our time -- that's why Merriman went. Simon, we have to -- "
"I'm tired of this," Simon said, suddenly, forcing Bran to break off again. "I'm tired of all of it! We were kids, and we thought we were saving the world. But we're not kids anymore!"
"One of us is," Bran said, sneering.
"Better a child than delusional."
Bran laughed. "Then your little brother is the most delusional of the lot, Sais bach."
"You think I don't know that? I'm worried about him. That's the only reason I was coming up to join you!"
