fic: [untitled]
Title: [untitled]
Rating: G
Notes:SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS If you haven't seen Children of Earth, in particular Day Four, then DON'T BE READIN' THIS, Y'HEAR? I wrote it in anguish and in sorrow and in heartbreak and in desperation to ease any and all symptoms. And by God, it worked. :D
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He stood at the highest peak, on a craggy cliff overlooking a restless sea. He'd have been on a rooftop if there'd been one available. He'd once had it on the highest authority that he was good on roofs. But this spot he'd chosen was miles from any kind of civilization. He'd slipped away from his duties, from his people, something he rarely did these days because he hated walking the streets of his city and feeling alone.
But he was alone today.
He let out a long breath and tilted his head back as a faint, cool breeze tugged teasingly at his hair for a brief second before sweeping onward, out towards the crashing waves that stretched yearningly toward the shore.
"Yeah, I know," he murmured, and the wind rubbed a soft caress over his face. "I promised you, didn't I?"
One hand slipped into his pocket and drew out a small, round object. It had a dull metallic sheen on one side, and on the other was a smooth glass panel covering a white face, around the perimeter of which were inscribed numerals with tiny notches between them. A long thin dial was ticking sedately around the face, and his eyes followed its path around the circumference twice before he lifted his eyes to the sea again. His thumb rested at the top of the object, lightly rubbing over a small button.
"I never forgot," he said quietly. "A thousand years to the day, to the second, and I never forgot you. I still remember your scent and the color of your eyes and the sound of - "
His breath hitched, and his chest ached, and he closed his eyes for one moment and just breathed in the scent of the sea on the wind.
"The sound of those gorgeous, gorgeous Welsh vowels," he whispered.
Below him, the waves rolled over the sand. Above him, the wind danced with the clouds. In his hand the stopwatch kept ticking on, on, on. Somehow, it braced him - gave him strength, filled him with a kind of warmth. You'd love it, he thought, that I kept this, too, this little part of you with me all this time, and that it was keeping time for you.
"I still know your name," he said, and the wind whipped around him. He slid the stopwatch back into his pocket. For a moment, it seemed like the wind was trying to snatch him up, carry him away to the sea, to bring him closer to that horizon he still, even now, dreamed about - a lost wave to the shore.
But he only smiled. He would stay, and he would keep going. He'd said he would, after all, and he would keep his word.
Rating: G
Notes:SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS If you haven't seen Children of Earth, in particular Day Four, then DON'T BE READIN' THIS, Y'HEAR? I wrote it in anguish and in sorrow and in heartbreak and in desperation to ease any and all symptoms. And by God, it worked. :D
* * * * *
He stood at the highest peak, on a craggy cliff overlooking a restless sea. He'd have been on a rooftop if there'd been one available. He'd once had it on the highest authority that he was good on roofs. But this spot he'd chosen was miles from any kind of civilization. He'd slipped away from his duties, from his people, something he rarely did these days because he hated walking the streets of his city and feeling alone.
But he was alone today.
He let out a long breath and tilted his head back as a faint, cool breeze tugged teasingly at his hair for a brief second before sweeping onward, out towards the crashing waves that stretched yearningly toward the shore.
"Yeah, I know," he murmured, and the wind rubbed a soft caress over his face. "I promised you, didn't I?"
One hand slipped into his pocket and drew out a small, round object. It had a dull metallic sheen on one side, and on the other was a smooth glass panel covering a white face, around the perimeter of which were inscribed numerals with tiny notches between them. A long thin dial was ticking sedately around the face, and his eyes followed its path around the circumference twice before he lifted his eyes to the sea again. His thumb rested at the top of the object, lightly rubbing over a small button.
"I never forgot," he said quietly. "A thousand years to the day, to the second, and I never forgot you. I still remember your scent and the color of your eyes and the sound of - "
His breath hitched, and his chest ached, and he closed his eyes for one moment and just breathed in the scent of the sea on the wind.
"The sound of those gorgeous, gorgeous Welsh vowels," he whispered.
Below him, the waves rolled over the sand. Above him, the wind danced with the clouds. In his hand the stopwatch kept ticking on, on, on. Somehow, it braced him - gave him strength, filled him with a kind of warmth. You'd love it, he thought, that I kept this, too, this little part of you with me all this time, and that it was keeping time for you.
"I still know your name," he said, and the wind whipped around him. He slid the stopwatch back into his pocket. For a moment, it seemed like the wind was trying to snatch him up, carry him away to the sea, to bring him closer to that horizon he still, even now, dreamed about - a lost wave to the shore.
But he only smiled. He would stay, and he would keep going. He'd said he would, after all, and he would keep his word.