Me angsty? No . . .
Title: River Run Red
By: dxoverdt
Pairing: Jake x Rose
Fandom: AD:JL
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own AD:JL, this is for fan enjoyment only.
ZOMG! I am totally in love with kp_krazy right now. Best. Muse. Ever. This fic was nothing but a few fragments of angst until she came along and whipped it into shape. *huggles*
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Red . . . like water, like life. Swirling and rushing through liquid-sharp love intertwined with hate. She inhales. He exhales . . . and thick rivers flow between them. Salty seas pour down in all at once soft and searing drops . . .
'O brawling love; O loving hate...'
The moon knows blood will be spilt here tonight.
Pain. Blistering pain. It travels through her body, scorching her nerves and dulling her senses. She feels Jake pressed up against her, heavy and unyielding. It’s not the reason why she finds it so hard to breathe.
The sword has penetrated through them both. Like lovers on a skewer, pinned between a wall and the invisible boundary of a raging war. All she wants to do is close her eyes and let this nightmare dissolve from the world.
“Rose. . .” Someone is calling for her. “Rose.” Is that Jake? He sounds so far away. “Rose!” Her pupils try to focus on the face before her. “Rose!” He is screaming. “Don’t close your eyes! You have to stay awake, Rose!” He shakes her head, forcing her to focus. “Rose, do you hear me?!”
She finally sees Jake in front of her, brown eyes full of concern and rage. She sees the anger in his pupils, the tenseness of his muscles, and the blood trickling down his chin. She wants to reach up and wipe it away. Clean his face, clean his conscience, clean up this mess that she has made.
“Rose! Stay with me!’ He shakes her head. “I’m going to pull out the sword, but you cannot close your eyes! Do you understand me!?” He is yelling at her, fishing for a reaction, but she can barely hear him over the ringing pulse in her ears. She finds the strength to nod. He forms his tail.
It coils around the hilt of the katana that is embedded between them. He props her up with his arms, and pulls. She screams. The sword has pierced through her soul.
It’s on the ground now, clattering in the breeze. Like metal on concrete, tangible and real. She feels the ghost of the blade still inside her, still brandishing her. It makes her feel so cold but the night is warm and the moon is watching, knowing.
“Rose!” She knows Jake is calling to her, but she cannot see him, cannot feel him beside her. All she can feel is the insipid numbness of metal in flesh.
“Rose you have to listen to me. I took out the sword but you have to keep pressure on the wound. You have to press down, hard!”
She thinks she hears him tell her that it’s the difference between 4 and 20 minutes left to live, but she’s not sure. She presses down hard anyway.
He moves to stand up, blood oozing from the puncture wound through his stomach. Jake is strong, stronger than anything Rose ever hopes to achieve. To him the wound is merely a scratch, a nuisance of a sting in the pit of his belly reminding him that Rose is waiting, watching, bleeding, dying.
The curtain of surreality separating them from the brutal war is wearing thin. Blue flames engulf Jake’s body and he emerges towering and red with fire surging through his veins, the wound now an afterthought evaporating into his armored scales.
“Stay with me,” he tells her. She vaguely registers soft lips brushing gently against her damp cheek and nods understandingly.
He turns, wings spread and his body charged to leave, intent on breaking every single bone belonging to the person who did this to Rose . . . his Rose.
Through slitted lids she watches him go, watches him pounce, watches him destroy. Jagged talons slice through unprotected flesh, guttural growls implode eardrums.
Wrists are snapped, bones are shattered and blood spills to the ground. He breathes fire, burning some, sending others in terrified retreat. A doppelganger sneaks up behind one clan member, launching him into the air with a mighty blow. Another clone joins him, serving out punches . . . 1, 2, 3, then a powerful whip of his tail sends the unfortunate ninja sailing to the ground. Rose can almost feel the impact. Her breath hitches and she coughs up blood, but that doesn’t stop her from watching the nightmare unfold before her. Jake doesn’t kill. Jake is no murderer, but this . . . Rose knows death is a far better fate then what Jake is doing to them now.
From her distance she watches the war rage on. She sees punches thrown and can almost hear the sickening crack of bone impacting bone. Perhaps her mind is filling in the blanks for her, for she has heard that sound within the Huntsclan far too often. And now, her wicked past has caught up to her, exploding into this reckless display of spears and claws. Traitor, they said, nothing but sentences of high treason. Now she is paying a mighty price for her sins, for her retribution. But Jake is paying too. He is fighting for her, he is loving her, he is spindling off all her hate and injustice. He is doing this to right his wrongs, to right her wrongs, and because she knows this she’ll hang on for just a little bit longer. The moon casts its resplendent light over her pale body.
Red, she thinks to herself, almost smiling, is such a beautiful color.
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Credits: 'O brawling love; O loving hate...' If you haven't guessed already, a line from Romeo and Juleit as suggested by the lovely kp_krazy.
The moon knows blood will be spilt here tonight and The moon casts its resplendent light over her pale body are adapted lines from the poem "The Moon's Secret" by Finish poet Eidth Södergran. Huzzah! XD
By: dxoverdt
Pairing: Jake x Rose
Fandom: AD:JL
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own AD:JL, this is for fan enjoyment only.
ZOMG! I am totally in love with kp_krazy right now. Best. Muse. Ever. This fic was nothing but a few fragments of angst until she came along and whipped it into shape. *huggles*
000
Red . . . like water, like life. Swirling and rushing through liquid-sharp love intertwined with hate. She inhales. He exhales . . . and thick rivers flow between them. Salty seas pour down in all at once soft and searing drops . . .
'O brawling love; O loving hate...'
The moon knows blood will be spilt here tonight.
Pain. Blistering pain. It travels through her body, scorching her nerves and dulling her senses. She feels Jake pressed up against her, heavy and unyielding. It’s not the reason why she finds it so hard to breathe.
The sword has penetrated through them both. Like lovers on a skewer, pinned between a wall and the invisible boundary of a raging war. All she wants to do is close her eyes and let this nightmare dissolve from the world.
“Rose. . .” Someone is calling for her. “Rose.” Is that Jake? He sounds so far away. “Rose!” Her pupils try to focus on the face before her. “Rose!” He is screaming. “Don’t close your eyes! You have to stay awake, Rose!” He shakes her head, forcing her to focus. “Rose, do you hear me?!”
She finally sees Jake in front of her, brown eyes full of concern and rage. She sees the anger in his pupils, the tenseness of his muscles, and the blood trickling down his chin. She wants to reach up and wipe it away. Clean his face, clean his conscience, clean up this mess that she has made.
“Rose! Stay with me!’ He shakes her head. “I’m going to pull out the sword, but you cannot close your eyes! Do you understand me!?” He is yelling at her, fishing for a reaction, but she can barely hear him over the ringing pulse in her ears. She finds the strength to nod. He forms his tail.
It coils around the hilt of the katana that is embedded between them. He props her up with his arms, and pulls. She screams. The sword has pierced through her soul.
It’s on the ground now, clattering in the breeze. Like metal on concrete, tangible and real. She feels the ghost of the blade still inside her, still brandishing her. It makes her feel so cold but the night is warm and the moon is watching, knowing.
“Rose!” She knows Jake is calling to her, but she cannot see him, cannot feel him beside her. All she can feel is the insipid numbness of metal in flesh.
“Rose you have to listen to me. I took out the sword but you have to keep pressure on the wound. You have to press down, hard!”
She thinks she hears him tell her that it’s the difference between 4 and 20 minutes left to live, but she’s not sure. She presses down hard anyway.
He moves to stand up, blood oozing from the puncture wound through his stomach. Jake is strong, stronger than anything Rose ever hopes to achieve. To him the wound is merely a scratch, a nuisance of a sting in the pit of his belly reminding him that Rose is waiting, watching, bleeding, dying.
The curtain of surreality separating them from the brutal war is wearing thin. Blue flames engulf Jake’s body and he emerges towering and red with fire surging through his veins, the wound now an afterthought evaporating into his armored scales.
“Stay with me,” he tells her. She vaguely registers soft lips brushing gently against her damp cheek and nods understandingly.
He turns, wings spread and his body charged to leave, intent on breaking every single bone belonging to the person who did this to Rose . . . his Rose.
Through slitted lids she watches him go, watches him pounce, watches him destroy. Jagged talons slice through unprotected flesh, guttural growls implode eardrums.
Wrists are snapped, bones are shattered and blood spills to the ground. He breathes fire, burning some, sending others in terrified retreat. A doppelganger sneaks up behind one clan member, launching him into the air with a mighty blow. Another clone joins him, serving out punches . . . 1, 2, 3, then a powerful whip of his tail sends the unfortunate ninja sailing to the ground. Rose can almost feel the impact. Her breath hitches and she coughs up blood, but that doesn’t stop her from watching the nightmare unfold before her. Jake doesn’t kill. Jake is no murderer, but this . . . Rose knows death is a far better fate then what Jake is doing to them now.
From her distance she watches the war rage on. She sees punches thrown and can almost hear the sickening crack of bone impacting bone. Perhaps her mind is filling in the blanks for her, for she has heard that sound within the Huntsclan far too often. And now, her wicked past has caught up to her, exploding into this reckless display of spears and claws. Traitor, they said, nothing but sentences of high treason. Now she is paying a mighty price for her sins, for her retribution. But Jake is paying too. He is fighting for her, he is loving her, he is spindling off all her hate and injustice. He is doing this to right his wrongs, to right her wrongs, and because she knows this she’ll hang on for just a little bit longer. The moon casts its resplendent light over her pale body.
Red, she thinks to herself, almost smiling, is such a beautiful color.
000
Credits: 'O brawling love; O loving hate...' If you haven't guessed already, a line from Romeo and Juleit as suggested by the lovely kp_krazy.
The moon knows blood will be spilt here tonight and The moon casts its resplendent light over her pale body are adapted lines from the poem "The Moon's Secret" by Finish poet Eidth Södergran. Huzzah! XD