This fic is an angst piece, examining the implications of Guardianship. The name of the character isn't revealed, but it should be pretty easy to guess. I AM working on other stuff based off this idea, as well as an explanation of why this particular character would be a Guardian, and they'll be up soon. Enjoy. --Black Widow
Bitter
A man knelt before a fresh grave, his wings drawn tightly about his body. Three thousand, two hundred years together. 4900 when she died. A good life.
The look in her eyes, though, in those last centuries...
He had remained young. Guardians didn't age, or if they did, it wasn't noticeable. And so he had had to watch as his love withered before his eyes, as her hair silvered and her wings weakened, as her skin grew seamed and her golden eyes rheumy and red.
He hadn't cared- he had still loved her as much on the day she died as he had the first time she flung a cooking pot at him. She, on the other hand...
She had cared. The hurt, the shame, and, finally, the fury she felt but tried to keep hidden showed through in her eyes, her words, the way she drew away from his touch and refused his help in the last years.
Bitterness, jealousy, and reproach. Those were her final feelings towards him. And now she was gone, and there would never be any way to fix it. Truth be told, there never had been.
Um... Comments?
Bitter
A man knelt before a fresh grave, his wings drawn tightly about his body. Three thousand, two hundred years together. 4900 when she died. A good life.
The look in her eyes, though, in those last centuries...
He had remained young. Guardians didn't age, or if they did, it wasn't noticeable. And so he had had to watch as his love withered before his eyes, as her hair silvered and her wings weakened, as her skin grew seamed and her golden eyes rheumy and red.
He hadn't cared- he had still loved her as much on the day she died as he had the first time she flung a cooking pot at him. She, on the other hand...
She had cared. The hurt, the shame, and, finally, the fury she felt but tried to keep hidden showed through in her eyes, her words, the way she drew away from his touch and refused his help in the last years.
Bitterness, jealousy, and reproach. Those were her final feelings towards him. And now she was gone, and there would never be any way to fix it. Truth be told, there never had been.
Um... Comments?