Title: raison d'etre
Author: Surreal
Rating: G
Pairing: None really
Summary: A rider returns to the fort. Double-drabble
Author's Notes: This isn't slash, but could be seen as such.
Dedicated to: PeeK. Thank you for everything sweetie!
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The world is muffled, cloaked in a grey haze. The man is just barely aware of the sway beneath his weak body, the sound of the gates opening, and of the confusion of voices surrounding him. He falls more than dismounts from his horse, and with fumbling fingers finds the scroll that he had been charged to carry. Through the sea of people he searches for any familiar face, someone to trust.
Young face, brown curly hair, beard just starting to grow. "Make sure Arthur gets this," he mumbles and presses the scroll into the hands of the boy before the world spins and he falls. There's a lot of commotion now, so much and it makes his head hurt. Another familiar face looms over his, green eyes and worried frown. He knows this person well, but all his strength is gone and he slips into darkness.
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Movement. Voices. Pain. He wants to let go, to fade and rest. Why stay? Why…
For what seems like a long time he fades in and out of darkness, trying to think, to remember. Finally the darkness lifts: a familiar face, green eyes. "Arthur?" Tristan whispers, and knows he has found his answer.
