Two more commentfics
Dec. 12th, 2009 09:46 pmWhen I posted the three commentfics earlier that I had written for
demilos_wagon, I totally forgot the first one I had written! So at that point I actually had four. *foreheadsmack* Since then I've written one more. So here they are!
erinm_4600 asked for "AU!fic, post-series - Adora's not in the grave"
naturalbluicons offered the prompt, "Ambrose/Azkadellia, betrayal."
"It's over." Cain breathed a deep sigh of relief as he heard the faint stirrings of joy in his son's voice. Jeb went on. "I've been fighting so long ... my whole life, really. It hardly seems real."
Cain nodded. "I've been out of that suit for less than a week. Doesn't seem real to me either."
Jeb flashed a quiet grin. "Wait till Mom hears what we've been up to."
"Your mother? Jeb, I found her grave."
Jeb rolled his eyes. "We missed one? Dammit! Zero had those homemade-looking markers spread out all over the Zone, wherever you might look if you ever got out. Just another one of his mind games."
Cain grabbed his son's arms. "Adora--your mother--she's alive?"
"Yes, Dad, she really is."
Now it really didn't feel real, thought Cain. It felt like heaven.
Note: This is set during the flashback period in "Behind a Smiling Face."
The Sorceress paused in a dark corridor, suddenly lost.
The Witch had wanted to stroll through the dungeons, something she seemed to enjoy particularly, but Azkadellia hadn't learned her way around very well, and the Witch wasn't any help. She started down a familiar-seeming corridor and stopped when she suddenly heard a genuinely familiar voice.
"Azkadellia." The voice was hoarse, barely recognizable, but she would have known it anywhere. It was a voice whose every word she had once cherished with the foolish misplaced affection of a lovesick teenager. It was a voice that had rejected her offer of marriage with a kindness that burned like ice in her memory. It was a voice to which, she reminded herself harshly, her adult self was now immune.
She peered into the dimly-lit cell and saw Ambrose sitting on his cot, dressed in the torn and dirty remnants of his court finery. Heavy bruising obscured his features, and he was cradling one arm as if it were broken. "Azkadellia," he repeated. "Don't do it."
"Don't do what?" she asked in a tone meant to be light and mocking. She heard her voice come out, high and strained.
"You know," he said, rocking forward slightly and wincing as the movement brought pain. Azkadellia fought down the spark of compassion that tried to surface, struggling to replace it with contempt. Ambrose caught his breath and continued. "Don't take my brain."
"How do you know about that?" she asked sharply.
"Raynz told me."
Fury whipped through her. "He was ordered not to speak of this to anyone. Anyone!"
"I knew him long before you did, Sorceress," said Ambrose. "Old loyalties die hard. He may be your creature now, but he has some shards of humanity left."
"He won't when I'm through with him," said Azkadellia. She felt the Witch's approval of her ruthless anger. "Tell me the way out of here," she commanded.
"I'm sorry, Azkadellia," Ambrose said in that gentle tone that chilled her once more. "You'll have to find your own way."
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Date: 2009-12-13 05:41 pm (UTC)Best use of the word "really" I've read in a long time. It was perfect to cement truth in that unreal world with an unreal situation.
The second one has many twists and turns for something so brief. ""You'll have to find your own way."" That comment has such an un-ending feel to it. Especially from that character.
Thank you!
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Date: 2009-12-16 02:55 am (UTC)Ooh, yay! *offers a carrot to the plot bunny* Thanks for your kind comments!
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Date: 2009-12-16 03:14 pm (UTC)