The Poet and the Angel

by keyboardninja

On the morning of the duel with George Eacker, someone was on hand to intervene. That day wasn't the end of Philip's life, it was the beginning. AN: Hi everyone! Even though Philip's death in the show is heartbreaking and emotional and more or less historically accurate, I am happy ending trash and I really wanted to see Philip grow up and fall in love, so here we are.

One

Philip turned to face away from his opponent, pistol raised to point at the sky. He took the first step with shaky legs.

Two

Annabel walked slowly along the waterfront, hands tucked in the pockets of her apron. The sky was lightening, but the sun hadn't appeared yet.

Three

Philip sucked in a breath as his took his third step, willing his hands not to shake. He was here to defend his family's honor.

Four

Annabel shaded her eyes as sunlight suddenly erupted from over the water. She didn't usually walk this early, but some restlessness had called her out of bed before dawn today.

Five

Philip repeated his father's words to himself. Make me proud son. He could hear his opponent's footsteps echoing his own on the dusty ground. The scent of dirt and morning dew was suddenly strong in his nose.

Six

Annabel drew her arms around her as her skin prickled with goosebumps. It wasn't a cold morning, but there was an odd chill in the air nonetheless.

Seven

Philip saw his mother's face before his eyes, and felt a pang of guilt in stomach. What would she say if she knew he was doing this?

Eight

Annabel looked back over her shoulder, trying to see through the trees behind her. She couldn't see another soul along the waterfront, but she could have sworn she could hear footsteps.

Nine

Philip summoned his courage and tightened his grip on the pistol, ready to aim at the clouds above him.

Ten

With a loud crack that echoed over the water, a shot rang out.