Title: Loss
Fandom: King Arthur
Character: Tristan
Comments & Reviews: positive comments welcomed
Disclaimer: This beautiful enigma's still not mine, more's the pity and all that's recognizable still belongs to Jerry Bruckheimer & Touchstone Pictures. The rest ? To the hyperactive imagination of a Celt who wishes more than anything that she owned both Dagonet and Tristan ... Although, a share in both Gawain and Bors wouldn't go amiss either !
A/N: This tiny one-shot was an idea which came from a word prompt challenge for "tears" and inspired by the scene where an impassive-looking, yet stoic Tristan is seen standing next to the Whelp at Dagonet's funeral.
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Loss
The last time I shed a tear, I was a mere child, torn away from my family to fight for the Roman Empire.
Life became a school of hard knocks and I learnt quickly to hide my feelings. For those Roman bastards, to show any emotion was a sign of weakness and their mighty Legion was swift to beat that trait out all of the Sarmatians which they'd enslaved.
I was soon perceived as a cold-hearted, ruthless bastard. A barbarian. A vicious animal ... and an emotionless deathdealer. I buried any feelings which I still possessed deep within me. To others I appeared impervious to everything, my face became an impassive deathmask concealing what I truly felt.
Then Dagonet changed everything.
I fell for him. Deeply. Hard. And passionately. He made me feel once more. Brought joy into my life and the best out of me. He became my world. My salvation. Gave me reason to live. But all too soon, he was stolen from me. Taken away, cruelly and needlessly. And my world all too swiftly fell apart.
I stand here now with my brothers, my comrades-in-arms, at my beloved Dagonet's grave. Bereft. Desolate. Inconsolable. Griefstricken and in pain. Yet I'm unable to show it. I cannot. I'm unable to shed a single, solitary tear, even though my shattered, bleeding heart will continue to weep for his loss until I draw my very last breath ...
Finis