Series:22 for 22
Title: As I Lay Dying
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: Bruckheimer and Fuqua owns them. I own the plot.
Fandom(s): King Arthur
Character(s): Tristan/OFC
Spoilers: The movie
Summary: Her ghost is with me, never leaving
Words: 212
A/N: Could be considered a slight little history of Tristan for Sarmatian Ladies
Dedication: To cutemara, who requested the characters and the quote source.
Twenty-Two for Twenty-Two
As I Lay Dying
The Battlefield
I can't be as sorry as you think I should
But I still love you more than anyone else could
~ Make This Go On Forever, Snow Patrol
He could feel the blade, could feel his life coming to an end even before he hit the ground. He had not failed, not entirely. Tristan, Sarmatian warrior, had held off the enemy for as long as he could. His eyes stared up at his hawk, watching her circle above. One word - one thought crossed his mind as he lay dying.
Isolde...
Giggling children running in a field together, hands clasped as they fell in the high grass. Her smiling face beaming up at him, the feel of her hand on his cheek as she reached up to kiss him. Another image of the two children, not much older carving apples. Rotted bits unusable for the meal being playfully tossed at each other. And the brief moment, where her eyes had held only hurt, only pain in his parting. Her words, her painful words that no matter what they meant to him, he could never do as she had asked. As he lay dying, he thought fleetingly of the love he lost as he watched her namesake fly across the sky.