All right, here goes my first attempt at a Mercedes Lackey fic. All of the
characters, places, etc are hers, not mine, I only own the ability to write
(or so I like to think) my stories and a bunch of lovely reviewers (or at
least I can dream) Since no one does Elspeth and Darkwind I am going to
because I have always really liked him.*sigh*
This does mess with the plot an itty bit, as I do not have Winds of Change on me. So, I guess this is partially AU and don't hurt me if I get something wrong, just pipe up and I'll try to fix it.
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Characters: Elspeth and Darkwind (because no one seems to love them)
Rating: PG-15 for angst and romance, may be R later, I am not sure
Summary: Darkwind is taking up magic again because he knows he must help Elspeth, but will the strain be too much?
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Darkwind reveled in the darkness, in the nothingness he felt. Alone, even Vree asleep on the perch beside him. Taking up the magic he had quelled for so long was difficult and left him exhausted and frustrated.
Dawnfire was gone, he had to accept it, and though it was said grief ebbed with time, it was not, and was only forming a cold void in his chest. He missed her, but images of her were beginning to fade and those of the Herald taking their place. Elspeth. The strange, powerful, charming woman from the outlands. and he was beginning to find that his heart lay with her.
He lifted his head and stared at his hands as if he'd never laid eyes on them before. His vision shifted to Mage sight and he stared at them with disgust, viewing the power with eyes so different than those from the past. He had convinced himself, with the proof that Falconsbane represented that it had not been his fault when the Heartstone failed, but the ache remained.
Tears threatened to spill out of his eyes yet again and he threw the pillow he had been clutching across the room. He ran his hands through his dark hair exasperatedly and Vree opened his eyes for a moment, and then shut them, ruffling his feathers, complaining that his sleep has been interrupted. Darkwind let a brief smile cross his face, then it faded and he rose and went to the window of his ekele. The night was dark, the light of the new moon not even reaching through the trees. He didn't know he stood there simply staring off into space, but when the sun began to rise, he knew he had better get to bed, as another long day of training was in order. And another day with the horribly stubborn herald.
This does mess with the plot an itty bit, as I do not have Winds of Change on me. So, I guess this is partially AU and don't hurt me if I get something wrong, just pipe up and I'll try to fix it.
~*~
Characters: Elspeth and Darkwind (because no one seems to love them)
Rating: PG-15 for angst and romance, may be R later, I am not sure
Summary: Darkwind is taking up magic again because he knows he must help Elspeth, but will the strain be too much?
~*~
Darkwind reveled in the darkness, in the nothingness he felt. Alone, even Vree asleep on the perch beside him. Taking up the magic he had quelled for so long was difficult and left him exhausted and frustrated.
Dawnfire was gone, he had to accept it, and though it was said grief ebbed with time, it was not, and was only forming a cold void in his chest. He missed her, but images of her were beginning to fade and those of the Herald taking their place. Elspeth. The strange, powerful, charming woman from the outlands. and he was beginning to find that his heart lay with her.
He lifted his head and stared at his hands as if he'd never laid eyes on them before. His vision shifted to Mage sight and he stared at them with disgust, viewing the power with eyes so different than those from the past. He had convinced himself, with the proof that Falconsbane represented that it had not been his fault when the Heartstone failed, but the ache remained.
Tears threatened to spill out of his eyes yet again and he threw the pillow he had been clutching across the room. He ran his hands through his dark hair exasperatedly and Vree opened his eyes for a moment, and then shut them, ruffling his feathers, complaining that his sleep has been interrupted. Darkwind let a brief smile cross his face, then it faded and he rose and went to the window of his ekele. The night was dark, the light of the new moon not even reaching through the trees. He didn't know he stood there simply staring off into space, but when the sun began to rise, he knew he had better get to bed, as another long day of training was in order. And another day with the horribly stubborn herald.