Snippet - Mortal men who served
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wilderthanFandom: The Dark Is Rising
For: Loyalty chapter five
Quality: Checked twice, still tweaking
Characters: Will, Bran
"I never thought there was. But, look -- surely all these stories can't come from Gwion? Or even from the Light... It just... it doesn't make sense."
"There have been many mortal men who served the Light... many, many mortal men. Men like yourself, and Arthur, and Gwion and Gwyddno, and the Drews... There have been such men in every age, and men who served never knowing the greater cause..." Bran looked up quickly and caught the look on Will's face; a look that was distant and lonely, that made Bran slip his hand into Will's just to say you're not alone: I'm here. He looked like Stonehenge, Bran thought: strange and ancient and remote. He found there was a lump in his throat just looking at him like that. And then Will squeezed his hand and laughed and the world slipped back into place again. "Speaking of the Drews, I'm surprised none of them have come to see the sword."
Bran shrugged, and it was his turn to withdraw, pulling his hand from Will's and standing up. "Jane's more interested in spending time with that man she met, Barney's already seen the sword in his vision, and Simon... I had a fight with Simon."
"A fight?"
"Split his lip," Bran admitted, a little sheepishly. And then, more seriously: "I think the Dark is working at me, making me... I shouldn't have hit Simon, I knew it even when I did. They want me to drive everyone away..."
"You'll have to do better than this to get rid of me," Will said, grinning a little. Then he sobered up again, standing up, and once again the world seemed skewed because Will was no longer a boy but now fully an Old One, with experience and knowledge seventeen years of life couldn't hold. He took Bran's hands. "I'll always be at your side, no matter what the Dark influences you to do."
"My dewin," Bran said, teasing a little. "The Merlin to my Arthur."
Will didn't smile. "Yes," he said, and made it a solemn promise, his eyes fixed on Bran's. "You have my fealty."
"Will -- "
For: Loyalty chapter five
Quality: Checked twice, still tweaking
Characters: Will, Bran
"I never thought there was. But, look -- surely all these stories can't come from Gwion? Or even from the Light... It just... it doesn't make sense."
"There have been many mortal men who served the Light... many, many mortal men. Men like yourself, and Arthur, and Gwion and Gwyddno, and the Drews... There have been such men in every age, and men who served never knowing the greater cause..." Bran looked up quickly and caught the look on Will's face; a look that was distant and lonely, that made Bran slip his hand into Will's just to say you're not alone: I'm here. He looked like Stonehenge, Bran thought: strange and ancient and remote. He found there was a lump in his throat just looking at him like that. And then Will squeezed his hand and laughed and the world slipped back into place again. "Speaking of the Drews, I'm surprised none of them have come to see the sword."
Bran shrugged, and it was his turn to withdraw, pulling his hand from Will's and standing up. "Jane's more interested in spending time with that man she met, Barney's already seen the sword in his vision, and Simon... I had a fight with Simon."
"A fight?"
"Split his lip," Bran admitted, a little sheepishly. And then, more seriously: "I think the Dark is working at me, making me... I shouldn't have hit Simon, I knew it even when I did. They want me to drive everyone away..."
"You'll have to do better than this to get rid of me," Will said, grinning a little. Then he sobered up again, standing up, and once again the world seemed skewed because Will was no longer a boy but now fully an Old One, with experience and knowledge seventeen years of life couldn't hold. He took Bran's hands. "I'll always be at your side, no matter what the Dark influences you to do."
"My dewin," Bran said, teasing a little. "The Merlin to my Arthur."
Will didn't smile. "Yes," he said, and made it a solemn promise, his eyes fixed on Bran's. "You have my fealty."
"Will -- "
