| Ten things you wanted to do but never got the chance |
[Nov. 9th, 2008|01:00 am] |
Written under the smug watch of a tormenting demon in his own blood.
1. I wanted to take her one last time, make her cry out my name in the way only she could.
2. I wanted to kill every other person to enter her bed and prove that we could be faithful in a way no one will probably ever inspire her to *tear in the parchment where he stabbed the pen through the paper upon being told she has been faithful to her second husband even when he died*
3. I wanted to bring our Courts together in another place and make the Land whole, ruling as equals.
4. I wanted to teach Sloane to reign side by side with her, connected by something other than the cutting bonds we had formed.
5. I wanted to give her the second chance to have a child she will probably now never *splatter in the ink where the pen breaks as his tormentor happily tells him Mab is pregnant and carrying well*
6. I wanted to not be the one who broke my wife time and again. To hold her and be faithful and not eventually undo any healing I might have offered.
7. I wanted to live until the end of time so that I might do everything.
8. I wanted to warm the Heart of Winter.
9. I wanted to have it all.
10. I wanted her not to regret loving me.
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| Death of Auberon |
[May. 12th, 2008|12:20 pm] |
The one thing in Auberon’s life that was quiet and private was his death. There was no villain’s monologue, no observing crowd, just he in his killer in a private chamber. Old instincts might have told him not to trust his sister, might have kept him alive just a little longer. But the truth was, he no longer cared. Looking into time without end all he saw was loss, loneliness and the lack of the one being he thought would be with him through it all. The iron blade was almost a kindness when it found his heart, and Sulwyn did not look upon him with anything but kindness. He said simply, “Tell her that I loved her until I died.” Her short nod of agreement was all that he waited for before slipping away. Leaving his killer with his crown and his power.
Posted also in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) summersbetrayal with permission. And yes, Auberon is truly dead and 99.99% unlikely to be revived. |
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| Lost in Musings |
[Mar. 16th, 2008|11:16 pm] |
[Locked from muses. Auberon's been coming off as puffball lately. Thought , I'd give a little clue to what's really going on in his head. And yes, this qualifies as both A) brooding and B) emo.]
Auberon lays on the clean white linen with such absolute stillness, that had anyone been brave enough to look in the room, they would have feared him dead. What they were seeing was the tired body was taking it's ease, while the troubled mind raced.
He hated the spring, had every year for the last ten. Ever since they lost her. March twenty-first was always the worst. On that anniversary each year, a single letter of petition that came from Mab, the only truly civil thing to pass between the two of them since she woke up. It was a simple request, not unreasonable. The only reason he knew it was a different letter each year was because he kept the old ones in a drawer at his desk, reminders of what he had cost himself and her.
Mab wanted the killer of their unborn child dead by his or her hand. The death of a single, pitiful woman would end all the fighting, all the war between them. And he would give it to her, in a heartbeat, if he thought it would make things better. But the truth was, if she didn't have the woman to hate, Auberon didn't know if she would be able to live with herself through the pain. To truly face the loss. And whatever his relationship with her at the moment, he had to admit to himself that he loved her.
So he would continue to wander through this half world, distracting himself by trying to help the broken, strong women around him that reminded him too much of her, by coupling as a way not to think, by Hunting, by ruling. Maybe forgetting that he loved her. |
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