In My Time of Dying
Title: In My Time of Dying
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 3/9. Dying
Character/Pairing: Zeke Starsmore
Rating: PG
Word Count: 264
Summary: Nine words keep coming back to Zeke as he hunts for his sister.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Part of my That Damn Mpreg saga.
Nine words kept running through his head over and over as he waded against the tide of humanity fleeing from the heart of Vatican City.
If you try to find Angel, you will die.
Robert had said those words to him over and over, every time Angel had popped up on the news, terrorizing some place at the behest of Apocalypse. Until now, he had listened. It had been reluctant, but he had listened.
That was before the diagnosis.
Zeke reached out with his mind, calming the sea of people around him and gently coaxing them to part.
The last time he had been here had been during his and Robert’s little world tour. When they hadn’t been screwing like rabbits, Robert had painted everything in sight. Some of those paintings were still hanging in Robert’s home. There had been something delightfully subversive about a gay agnostic and his Jewish sorcerer lover running around in the heart of the Catholics’ territory.
Today much of the city was in ruins. Apocalypse and his horsemen were sending a message.
Angel was perched atop the remains of the Basilica, a blazing beacon of light and fire.
Zeke watched his sister for a few moments. “Better to go out in a blaze of glory,” he told himself.
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 3/9. Dying
Character/Pairing: Zeke Starsmore
Rating: PG
Word Count: 264
Summary: Nine words keep coming back to Zeke as he hunts for his sister.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Part of my That Damn Mpreg saga.
Nine words kept running through his head over and over as he waded against the tide of humanity fleeing from the heart of Vatican City.
If you try to find Angel, you will die.
Robert had said those words to him over and over, every time Angel had popped up on the news, terrorizing some place at the behest of Apocalypse. Until now, he had listened. It had been reluctant, but he had listened.
That was before the diagnosis.
Zeke reached out with his mind, calming the sea of people around him and gently coaxing them to part.
The last time he had been here had been during his and Robert’s little world tour. When they hadn’t been screwing like rabbits, Robert had painted everything in sight. Some of those paintings were still hanging in Robert’s home. There had been something delightfully subversive about a gay agnostic and his Jewish sorcerer lover running around in the heart of the Catholics’ territory.
Today much of the city was in ruins. Apocalypse and his horsemen were sending a message.
Angel was perched atop the remains of the Basilica, a blazing beacon of light and fire.
Zeke watched his sister for a few moments. “Better to go out in a blaze of glory,” he told himself.