"People Fade as People Always Do..."
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psalm_onethirtyoneReally awful Westmark short that Manon is forcing me to post.
Luther and Rina die together, but Justin forgets the old man and remembers his beautiful young girl. Theo can't breathe enough to realise that either of them are gone, and Stock is dead. Zara is following Florian, and doesn't know; neither of them knows.
Justin knows that Rina is dead, and that he could have saved her life (he couldn't) but he didn't. He can't remember what happened to Luther. He just knows that Luther isn't there any more, and there's no good reason why.
So no one sends a messenger to Florian. Just as Justin sent someone about Stock's dying, he sends someone about Rina, although he almost can't, because he's lost one of Florian's children, one of Florian's daughters is dead, and besides that he wasn't as strong as Florian, not strong enough to protect her. He's never been as good as Florian, and now he couldn't even take care of Rina the way Florian did. He clenches his teeth when he tells the messenger what to say.
Florian, as he did when the last one came, is quiet. Zara rages. Luther is forgotten. But somehow they'll find out, eventually, because they won't see him again. Now Florian is strange-eyed and will not allow even Zara in to take care of him, and Zara, alone, hides herself in her rough clothes and tangled hair and bangs around in a clatter of objects, from dishes to stones to fish knives.
Theo sometimes thinks of quiet grey eyes, but he never knows whose eyes they are. He does not mourn Luther. He is stretched out too thin to think of anyone sadly, and the dried blood all over his clothes makes him too stiff to dream of anything but killing, killing for whose sake he really doesn't know now.
Justin remembers nothing any longer, just Rina and Florian, the two things and the only things burning in his mind. There's nothing else. He hates and loves, loves and hates, twisted like a braid, or a love-knot made from the yellow curls of a little laundress. There's nothing else but that.
No one is really able to think of Luther in any way, not directly. He was their quiet, and they never knew anything about him, and there is nothing more to happen now, so that his past and future are both quietly unwritten. Not even Florian knows.
The one who loved him for his grey eyes and his old strong hands was Rina, and she would have wept, but they died together.
Luther and Rina die together, but Justin forgets the old man and remembers his beautiful young girl. Theo can't breathe enough to realise that either of them are gone, and Stock is dead. Zara is following Florian, and doesn't know; neither of them knows.
Justin knows that Rina is dead, and that he could have saved her life (he couldn't) but he didn't. He can't remember what happened to Luther. He just knows that Luther isn't there any more, and there's no good reason why.
So no one sends a messenger to Florian. Just as Justin sent someone about Stock's dying, he sends someone about Rina, although he almost can't, because he's lost one of Florian's children, one of Florian's daughters is dead, and besides that he wasn't as strong as Florian, not strong enough to protect her. He's never been as good as Florian, and now he couldn't even take care of Rina the way Florian did. He clenches his teeth when he tells the messenger what to say.
Florian, as he did when the last one came, is quiet. Zara rages. Luther is forgotten. But somehow they'll find out, eventually, because they won't see him again. Now Florian is strange-eyed and will not allow even Zara in to take care of him, and Zara, alone, hides herself in her rough clothes and tangled hair and bangs around in a clatter of objects, from dishes to stones to fish knives.
Theo sometimes thinks of quiet grey eyes, but he never knows whose eyes they are. He does not mourn Luther. He is stretched out too thin to think of anyone sadly, and the dried blood all over his clothes makes him too stiff to dream of anything but killing, killing for whose sake he really doesn't know now.
Justin remembers nothing any longer, just Rina and Florian, the two things and the only things burning in his mind. There's nothing else. He hates and loves, loves and hates, twisted like a braid, or a love-knot made from the yellow curls of a little laundress. There's nothing else but that.
No one is really able to think of Luther in any way, not directly. He was their quiet, and they never knew anything about him, and there is nothing more to happen now, so that his past and future are both quietly unwritten. Not even Florian knows.
The one who loved him for his grey eyes and his old strong hands was Rina, and she would have wept, but they died together.
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Date: 2006-05-14 05:58 am (UTC)I shall have to write some proper Westmark fic, fer verily I have finished the books now.
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Date: 2006-05-15 01:57 am (UTC)YES! EEE! DO! ^_____^