AN: a simple drabble: 310 words, 1,300 characters.
I welcome death with open arms. How can one not when they have seen as much as I, lived as much as I, loved as much as I. Nicholas Flemal and his views on the lovely Lady Death.
I twirled the Goblet in my hand. This shall be my last for my wife and me. It shall be my last drink from the goblet of immortality—life.
And yet I find I'm perfectly okay with that. We have lived a good life; we have seen far too many things.
And now, now I welcome death with open arms. A little curious to see her face after such a long while. Shall she be marvelous—rolling green hills, crystalline lakes?
Or shall it she be burning cinders and cold ashes for me the one who so openly defied God?
If there even is such a thing that is.
I do believe there is nothing left for me on this world besides her, my wife.
But we shall die together.
We have lived long fulfilling lives, perhaps too fulfilling but still none-the-less we had lived. So many others can not say the same. Sometimes I feel a bit—guilty—holding this cure in my hand. But I am no fool, power, life, good, it can all be over taken by greed, it can all be crushed in his glowing green hands.
But alas the time has come to take a sip of life's golden liquor one last time before Dumbledore smashes what is left of the stone into millions of unfixable pieces. That is fine; he may do what he wishes. I am looking forward to lying down in my soft bed, closing my eyes and waking up to find myself in deaths clutches.
I shall welcome her with open arms; perhaps a kiss of gratitude would be too much?
Either way—I sip the amber liquid and feel it slide down my throat smoothly.
Death is nothing but another adventure for those who have lived as long as I, seen as much as I, loved as much as I.
And I'm completely at peace with that notation.
