The Dresden Files / Bob / 21. Power
Title: Borderline
Author: Cyloran
Fandom: The Dresden Files (TV-verse)
Characters: Hrothbert
Prompt: 21. Power
Word Count: 305
Rating: PG
Summary: What might cause a powerful sorcerer to go from the Gray into the Black?
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files do not belong to me; just passing through.
Table: Here There be Ghosts
Hrothbert of Bainbridge tenderly caressed the cold, ashen cheek. The lively green eyes were closed, the long lashes dark against pale skin. Raven black hair pillowed her head and lay like a soft cloud about the heart shaped face. Here was a sleeping goddess in quiet repose, waiting for a lover's kiss to break the enchantment and awaken her. If not for the cruel shaft buried deep within her breast.
There was surprisingly little blood for such a terrible wound. Bespelled and cursed, the crossbow bolt had cut through magical shielding with frightening ease. The death it carried had been meant for him; his own heart it's intended target. But she had taken it in his stead, arms outstretched, her unbound hair flying wild and free as she threw herself into its path.
Falling into his arms, the light dying from her eyes even as he fell with her and cradled her to his heart. There was no time for words of love or farewell. Her ears were deaf to his pleas to stay, her life already torn away.
But he refused to allow Death to hold dominion here. Not over her. Not while he had life and breath and power of his own.
Hrothbert bent to brush a kiss upon the chilled forehead. "Soon, beloved," he promised.
When he shifted his gaze to the sacrifice lying beaten and bound upon the ground, his pale blue eyes glittered dangerously cold and unforgiving.
"Time to return what you have stolen," he told her murderer, his would-be assassin.
"Abomination!" the Warden spat, defiance in his eyes and tone, even now unrepentant and fanatical in his calling.
Hrothbert of Bainbridge grasped his staff of power in both hands and prepared to simultaneously deliver and banish Death. "If I am, then you and the Council have made me so."
Author: Cyloran
Fandom: The Dresden Files (TV-verse)
Characters: Hrothbert
Prompt: 21. Power
Word Count: 305
Rating: PG
Summary: What might cause a powerful sorcerer to go from the Gray into the Black?
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files do not belong to me; just passing through.
Table: Here There be Ghosts
Hrothbert of Bainbridge tenderly caressed the cold, ashen cheek. The lively green eyes were closed, the long lashes dark against pale skin. Raven black hair pillowed her head and lay like a soft cloud about the heart shaped face. Here was a sleeping goddess in quiet repose, waiting for a lover's kiss to break the enchantment and awaken her. If not for the cruel shaft buried deep within her breast.
There was surprisingly little blood for such a terrible wound. Bespelled and cursed, the crossbow bolt had cut through magical shielding with frightening ease. The death it carried had been meant for him; his own heart it's intended target. But she had taken it in his stead, arms outstretched, her unbound hair flying wild and free as she threw herself into its path.
Falling into his arms, the light dying from her eyes even as he fell with her and cradled her to his heart. There was no time for words of love or farewell. Her ears were deaf to his pleas to stay, her life already torn away.
But he refused to allow Death to hold dominion here. Not over her. Not while he had life and breath and power of his own.
Hrothbert bent to brush a kiss upon the chilled forehead. "Soon, beloved," he promised.
When he shifted his gaze to the sacrifice lying beaten and bound upon the ground, his pale blue eyes glittered dangerously cold and unforgiving.
"Time to return what you have stolen," he told her murderer, his would-be assassin.
"Abomination!" the Warden spat, defiance in his eyes and tone, even now unrepentant and fanatical in his calling.
Hrothbert of Bainbridge grasped his staff of power in both hands and prepared to simultaneously deliver and banish Death. "If I am, then you and the Council have made me so."