Author's Ramblings:
Erm, after getting somewhat lost in the fanfiction at Blue Roses, I figured, "What th' hell? Why don't I write a 13x4? I mean . it's not like I can get addicted to 'nother pairing." Riiight. Wrong. I'm addicted to 13x4 now, thank-you-very-much. Not that it's easy finding any fanfiction on that pairing. It . truly is a rare thing. Anyway, this is a 13x4, the characters aren't mine, an' I'm not making any money off'a this; however, I do claim my insanity, an' that's about it.
By the way, it's AU. Muwahaha. :: Cough. Cough. :: Anyway, the warnings aren't too bad. It will be a dark gothic sort of AU story (hopefully), with yaoi, angst, drama . other warnings that pop up. Yay.
Elegance - Prologue
By Serenthian
`` One Dark Stormy Night. ``
Torn asunder, the youthful blond urged the horse to drive faster. The whip in his hand cracked against the back of the brilliant beast trying to get it to move faster than humanly possible, and maybe, if it could move faster than humanly possible, it could get it away from what was after him.
But that was not to be, and he was not to escape what was after him. Destiny and Fate had turned their cold shoulders on the blond, and his very existence. They would have, if you will, rather seen him forgotten and forsaken, than anything else. After all, Destiny and Fate were two cold- hearted beings that you did not what to mess with, and he had - by pure accident, really.
The storm clouds over his head thundered loudly, not giving him the smallest reprieve from the onslaught of rain and lightening. There wasn't a thing he could do about it, and that, in its self, disgusted him. The carriage that he was driving was slowing him down, even if he continued to crack the whip across the horse's back, and make him move faster. There was only one option left, and it was what he knew would occur. That was his curse, after all, to know the future, to be a seer - the joy of it all, and the disgust. Only this time was different, and the future had been clouded, it meant that not even his patrons would converse with him now, and bless him with their gifts. He was, in truth, so very screwed.
The clothing he wore battled against the wind, as a shrill cry reached his ears. That was it, and it was closer than before. With fluid grace, the young man tossed himself from the carriage seat, and onto the horse's back. He nearly slipped off because of the rain-slicked coat, but a tight grip on the mane kept him on. Settling himself as best he could, and wrapping his legs around the horse's middle, he leaned to unhook the beast from the carriage quickly. Hands quickly did their best to untie the knots and restraints which kept the horse bound to the carriage, and after getting his own hands lost in the bindings a couple of times, he did. The horse was free from the carriage, and he was free to get away from what was after him.
Pulling himself upright on the horse, he got a better grip on the mane, and leaned his body as close as he could. He was hiding himself against the beast's back, in hopes of avoiding the whipping rain, and perhaps, the being that was chasing after him. He pressed his face against the horse's neck, a soft whisper of his voice pleading to the animal that he would help him to escape, an apology for whipping the horse, and finally a prayer to whoever had not forsaken him yet to protect him, and grant him safe passage away from his stalker.
The storm seemed to have answered that prayer, even if it was only pity, and the rain that beat against the man's back halted for the moment. Dark storm clouds parted for a moment, and a brief glimmer of moonlight was cast down upon the horse and it's rider. Blond tresses matted against the man's forehead, as he turned his head to look back from where he came. The howl of the wind interfering with him listening for anything that remotely sounded like the cry of his tracker. One hand removed itself from the horse's mane and brushed back his soaked hair from his face, and another glance back to was given. He had to know if he was still be hunted, or if the rain had deterred it.
It was funny. He was a seer, and yet, he knew nothing of his own future. Small tidbits of events always came to him, but never a true glimpse of his future. After all, a seer was meant to serve his patrons, and do so willingly without any knowledge of what was to become of him. To have even seen glimpses of things that were to happen to him made him incredibly privileged. But now, he was without that now, all he could see in the future was mist and fog, the faint outline of a figure that he knew nothing of. That was his last vision, and that had been only two nights previous, before he had known that something was wrong, and that he needed to leave. Immediately. Somehow he was lucky to have been blessed with intuition, as well as being blessed with Sight.
Things weren't right to him at the moment, and tired cerulean eyes glanced up to the moon as the storm clouds once again covered its pale elegance back up with stormy gray. He then gave one last glance over his shoulder, hoping to see that nothing was there, but he knew something was. Pressing his face against the mane of the horse once more, and digging his heels into the horse's side, he urged him on faster as the rain once again started to fall down upon him in torrents.
And then something strange occurred. The horse stopped, it didn't buck, or neigh in fear, it just stopped, its movements halted. The young blond tried to force the horse to move, but he did not. A sigh of near defeat escaped his lips, as he lifted his head to look to the dark forest road in front of him, but there was nothing there to see. He shook his head, and turned to look to the back, from which he came, and still saw nothing. The rain was just too much, and with the horse not moving, he did not know what to expect next. With a grunt of acceptance, he hopped off the horse's back, and onto the murky ground below.
His hands pulled at his clothing, trying to warm himself, but to no avail. Stepping away from the horse, he moved to its head, and to see what had caused it to stop in it's tracks. Cerulean eyes met the glassed over deep brown ones of the horse. They were unblinking in all the rain, and the look that was being reflected from the beast showed fear. As if it had been scared into paralysis, or even death. The young man's hand lifted from his side and petted the muzzle of the beast gently, despite the rain that was beating him down.
"You did good, boy. Thank you." He murmured softly, and laid his head against the beast's neck. It was a goodbye of sorts, because this probably would be the last time that he laid eyes on the horse. Slowly stepping back from the horse, and then turning around, he looked up to the stormy clouds above, and shivered slightly. It was still coming, but he knew nothing else besides that. Tearing his line of vision from the sky above him, he looked down the road before him, and broke into an all out run away from the horse.
He didn't pause to look back; he barely even looked ahead of him. He just wanted to outrun what was after him - which was all he desired. He legs carried him as best they could, and propelled him through murky earth, and pelting rain. He would do his best to get away, even if it might be hopeless.
A bolt of lightening streaked across the sky, illuminating everything in an eerie light for a moment. The man's figure was hazed by the rain, and seemed smaller than he truly was as he dashed down the road. He kept his vision on the road, but every now and then he'd look down to clear away the rain from his eyes - or attempt it. And in that one of those times that he looked down, he had been caught. His legs sent him careening into the cloaked figure of his stalker. The hoarse breathing of the being startling the young man as he fell to the ground with a sickening gurgled thud.
The storm seem to have lessened somewhat as the cloaked figure leaned down to the young man. Hastily the blond scrambled backwards, trying to use his legs to push himself away from his stalker, but that did not deter the being. He walked with ease towards the youth, not letting him go from his hidden vision.
"Blessed be Fate and Destiny," the blond spoke loudly, "I did nothing to deserve this. I only did as they bid, and nothing more." His voice was shaken, but strong. He would not show weakness, but he could not hide his fear. The being canted his hooded head to the side, and then shook his head.
"Sleep." A low voice called to the blond, and a hand was waved in his direction. A few blinks of cerulean eyes occurred, but eyelids began to droop in sleep, and eventually they did, and the blonde fell back onto the muddy earth, and was unconscious.
The cloaked being leaned down to the ground and scooped the blond into his arms. It's head lifted to look at the still stormy sky before disappearing down the forest road. It had gotten what it had seen, and that was all that mattered to it. Its job had been done, and in his arms slept a young Seer.
In the distance, however, a shrill cry filled the air. Something had been denied it's hunt, and it was not happy.
Erm, after getting somewhat lost in the fanfiction at Blue Roses, I figured, "What th' hell? Why don't I write a 13x4? I mean . it's not like I can get addicted to 'nother pairing." Riiight. Wrong. I'm addicted to 13x4 now, thank-you-very-much. Not that it's easy finding any fanfiction on that pairing. It . truly is a rare thing. Anyway, this is a 13x4, the characters aren't mine, an' I'm not making any money off'a this; however, I do claim my insanity, an' that's about it.
By the way, it's AU. Muwahaha. :: Cough. Cough. :: Anyway, the warnings aren't too bad. It will be a dark gothic sort of AU story (hopefully), with yaoi, angst, drama . other warnings that pop up. Yay.
Elegance - Prologue
By Serenthian
`` One Dark Stormy Night. ``
Torn asunder, the youthful blond urged the horse to drive faster. The whip in his hand cracked against the back of the brilliant beast trying to get it to move faster than humanly possible, and maybe, if it could move faster than humanly possible, it could get it away from what was after him.
But that was not to be, and he was not to escape what was after him. Destiny and Fate had turned their cold shoulders on the blond, and his very existence. They would have, if you will, rather seen him forgotten and forsaken, than anything else. After all, Destiny and Fate were two cold- hearted beings that you did not what to mess with, and he had - by pure accident, really.
The storm clouds over his head thundered loudly, not giving him the smallest reprieve from the onslaught of rain and lightening. There wasn't a thing he could do about it, and that, in its self, disgusted him. The carriage that he was driving was slowing him down, even if he continued to crack the whip across the horse's back, and make him move faster. There was only one option left, and it was what he knew would occur. That was his curse, after all, to know the future, to be a seer - the joy of it all, and the disgust. Only this time was different, and the future had been clouded, it meant that not even his patrons would converse with him now, and bless him with their gifts. He was, in truth, so very screwed.
The clothing he wore battled against the wind, as a shrill cry reached his ears. That was it, and it was closer than before. With fluid grace, the young man tossed himself from the carriage seat, and onto the horse's back. He nearly slipped off because of the rain-slicked coat, but a tight grip on the mane kept him on. Settling himself as best he could, and wrapping his legs around the horse's middle, he leaned to unhook the beast from the carriage quickly. Hands quickly did their best to untie the knots and restraints which kept the horse bound to the carriage, and after getting his own hands lost in the bindings a couple of times, he did. The horse was free from the carriage, and he was free to get away from what was after him.
Pulling himself upright on the horse, he got a better grip on the mane, and leaned his body as close as he could. He was hiding himself against the beast's back, in hopes of avoiding the whipping rain, and perhaps, the being that was chasing after him. He pressed his face against the horse's neck, a soft whisper of his voice pleading to the animal that he would help him to escape, an apology for whipping the horse, and finally a prayer to whoever had not forsaken him yet to protect him, and grant him safe passage away from his stalker.
The storm seemed to have answered that prayer, even if it was only pity, and the rain that beat against the man's back halted for the moment. Dark storm clouds parted for a moment, and a brief glimmer of moonlight was cast down upon the horse and it's rider. Blond tresses matted against the man's forehead, as he turned his head to look back from where he came. The howl of the wind interfering with him listening for anything that remotely sounded like the cry of his tracker. One hand removed itself from the horse's mane and brushed back his soaked hair from his face, and another glance back to was given. He had to know if he was still be hunted, or if the rain had deterred it.
It was funny. He was a seer, and yet, he knew nothing of his own future. Small tidbits of events always came to him, but never a true glimpse of his future. After all, a seer was meant to serve his patrons, and do so willingly without any knowledge of what was to become of him. To have even seen glimpses of things that were to happen to him made him incredibly privileged. But now, he was without that now, all he could see in the future was mist and fog, the faint outline of a figure that he knew nothing of. That was his last vision, and that had been only two nights previous, before he had known that something was wrong, and that he needed to leave. Immediately. Somehow he was lucky to have been blessed with intuition, as well as being blessed with Sight.
Things weren't right to him at the moment, and tired cerulean eyes glanced up to the moon as the storm clouds once again covered its pale elegance back up with stormy gray. He then gave one last glance over his shoulder, hoping to see that nothing was there, but he knew something was. Pressing his face against the mane of the horse once more, and digging his heels into the horse's side, he urged him on faster as the rain once again started to fall down upon him in torrents.
And then something strange occurred. The horse stopped, it didn't buck, or neigh in fear, it just stopped, its movements halted. The young blond tried to force the horse to move, but he did not. A sigh of near defeat escaped his lips, as he lifted his head to look to the dark forest road in front of him, but there was nothing there to see. He shook his head, and turned to look to the back, from which he came, and still saw nothing. The rain was just too much, and with the horse not moving, he did not know what to expect next. With a grunt of acceptance, he hopped off the horse's back, and onto the murky ground below.
His hands pulled at his clothing, trying to warm himself, but to no avail. Stepping away from the horse, he moved to its head, and to see what had caused it to stop in it's tracks. Cerulean eyes met the glassed over deep brown ones of the horse. They were unblinking in all the rain, and the look that was being reflected from the beast showed fear. As if it had been scared into paralysis, or even death. The young man's hand lifted from his side and petted the muzzle of the beast gently, despite the rain that was beating him down.
"You did good, boy. Thank you." He murmured softly, and laid his head against the beast's neck. It was a goodbye of sorts, because this probably would be the last time that he laid eyes on the horse. Slowly stepping back from the horse, and then turning around, he looked up to the stormy clouds above, and shivered slightly. It was still coming, but he knew nothing else besides that. Tearing his line of vision from the sky above him, he looked down the road before him, and broke into an all out run away from the horse.
He didn't pause to look back; he barely even looked ahead of him. He just wanted to outrun what was after him - which was all he desired. He legs carried him as best they could, and propelled him through murky earth, and pelting rain. He would do his best to get away, even if it might be hopeless.
A bolt of lightening streaked across the sky, illuminating everything in an eerie light for a moment. The man's figure was hazed by the rain, and seemed smaller than he truly was as he dashed down the road. He kept his vision on the road, but every now and then he'd look down to clear away the rain from his eyes - or attempt it. And in that one of those times that he looked down, he had been caught. His legs sent him careening into the cloaked figure of his stalker. The hoarse breathing of the being startling the young man as he fell to the ground with a sickening gurgled thud.
The storm seem to have lessened somewhat as the cloaked figure leaned down to the young man. Hastily the blond scrambled backwards, trying to use his legs to push himself away from his stalker, but that did not deter the being. He walked with ease towards the youth, not letting him go from his hidden vision.
"Blessed be Fate and Destiny," the blond spoke loudly, "I did nothing to deserve this. I only did as they bid, and nothing more." His voice was shaken, but strong. He would not show weakness, but he could not hide his fear. The being canted his hooded head to the side, and then shook his head.
"Sleep." A low voice called to the blond, and a hand was waved in his direction. A few blinks of cerulean eyes occurred, but eyelids began to droop in sleep, and eventually they did, and the blonde fell back onto the muddy earth, and was unconscious.
The cloaked being leaned down to the ground and scooped the blond into his arms. It's head lifted to look at the still stormy sky before disappearing down the forest road. It had gotten what it had seen, and that was all that mattered to it. Its job had been done, and in his arms slept a young Seer.
In the distance, however, a shrill cry filled the air. Something had been denied it's hunt, and it was not happy.
