OMG I live! I know I've been in hibernation for, like, ever. And, ah… I think I'mma kill Sleepless in Sacae. I'm lost for the last chappie. n.n;;
But anyway, this is an entry for Chris's(Link015) contest. It's a deathfic, oneshot, written at 11:30 at night. Lessee… Chapter 25/27, Pale Flower of Darkness, done in Harken's POV. n.n;
O.o Wow. A het fic from me. Hell hath frozen over. XD; This idea is SO very original. (note the sarcasm)
Pairing: HarkenIsadora
Why I Picked This As My Favorite: Heh, I didn't pick it because I don't have a favorite couple. I just let ideas grow because Kitty is a lazy wench.
Apologies in advance for any OOC-ness… Harken isn't a character whose head is easy to get into.
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Disclaimer: What, I need to say something in here? Uh… fan. Fiction. Think about it for a sec. FE and characters ain't mine.
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It is cold... so very, very cold…
If there is anyone out there… please don't take me now… I have to see her. One last time…
I can remember…
I felt the sting of the winter snow against my face, the white flakes crunching under my boots. I smelled the crisp, clean air. I heard the whispering of the wind in the pine trees. I saw the world blanketed in white.
But I didn't see the wyvern until it was too late.
Then, I felt the lance tip pierce my armor and drive through my skin. I smelled the rider's hate. I heard his victory cry, and my own gasp of pain. I saw his face twist into an animal grin.
And now, I feel nothing. Nothing but pain and cold. I smell blood… my blood. I hear nothing over my dying gasps. I see the wintry world through a tinge of red.
And I see her face. Her sapphire eyes glittering gleefully, her mouth turned up into a teasing smile. Her hair loose and flowing gloriously over her armor, white as the snow that I'm lying in.
White as the snow that is slowly turning red.
Everything is turning red… everything but her.
But she has changed. Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears, her brow creased in worry.
And now… she is walking towards me… she kneels by my broken body and caresses my forehead.
But I do not feel it. I feel nothing, nothing but pain and cold.
And even now, the pain is dulling. The cold is becoming unbearable.
She rises. No, my love… don't leave me now…
But she leaves, with a promise to return.
My only regret… is that I will not be here to welcome her.
My broken, bleeding body can no longer hold my spirit. My life flows out of it and stains that snow a deeper red.
And now, even the cold is gone.
I feel nothing…
But I will die with a smile on my pale lips.
For I have seen her… one last time…
…Isadora…
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