Disclaimer: I don't own. Still. I've tried. Gods know I have. It's useless.
A/N: These two shorts were written for a prompt word challenge a while back and since they were just collecting dust on my drive, I saw them and figured why not post them?
Challenge: Blood
Fandom: King Arthur
Character: Lancelot
Word Count: 100
Title: Raindrops
It fell like raindrops from the end of his sword. Crimson raindrops that stank of iron and death, but still…they were beautiful in how they clung to the sword, caressed it, refused to let go. He wondered if that was what it felt like – dying. When it was his time, would he cling to life, even as the tiny crimson droplets leaked out or would he surrender, go down the path so many of his brothers had already walked…? Because he knew he would die in battle, his life bleeding out and clinging like tiny raindrops to someone else's sword.
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Challenge: Blood
Fandom: King Arthur
Character: Dagonet (he is the one doing the talking)
Word Count: 220
Blood.
His nickname.
Blood.
From his knuckles. From the lip he has bitten through. From his own wounds, though I know he does not even feel them. Long hair is damp and matted with the sticky red liquid.
Blood.
It bound them. It drove them forward, together as one, through all obstacles, against all odds…
Blood.
We heard the scream. He was too late. We were too late. Only the Woad was not too late.
Blood.
It soaks the ground around him, turning dirt to mud. A brother's blood. One of the last we thought would fall has fallen. We are stunned. We are aggrieved. We are a silent backdrop against his furious roaring.