Not Forsaken
Title: Not Forsaken
Author: naturalbluicons
Characters/Pairing: Azkadellia, Glitch (unconscious)
Rating: PG
Summary: After attacking in the Northern Palace, the Sorceress let Glitch live, leaving him behind.
Warning: Slightly crazy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man, I'm just playing in the Outer Zone
Word Count: 398
Notes: Wrote this today in class, instead of watching The Crucible. (It’s ok, I’ve seen it before.) It was written in response to a challenge by catyuy. Beta'd by the always awesome eleanor_ariail.
The Sorceress looked down at the body that lay prone before her.
“Pathetic,” She hissed. It was a shame really, considering what he had been. What an asset he could have been. “How far you’ve fallen.” Suddenly she felt a sick twisting of emotion- she wanted to reach out to him, to wake him, and gentle him, and see him smile at her with that look of pride- “Enough.” Her voice was harsh but firm as she shoved the feelings back. The girl fought. The witch felt a wave of anguish so deep that she almost doubled over.
“Sorceress?” One of the Longcoats took a tentative step towards her.
“Get the Viewer.” She snapped. Viewers were useful, and it seemed they went through them so quickly.
The man nodded and lead the other Longcoats away from her.
“The only expression you will see on his face,” Her voice was low and dangerous. “Is one of terror.”
Tears pricked her eyes.
She turned away and spoke through clenched teeth. “I could crush him so easily,”
“Please, no,” A quiet whimper.
Slowly she looked over her shoulder, her expression one of revulsion.
“Do you love him?”
“Please…” A pleading whisper.
She knew for that, she should destroy him. How she would love to watch the light leave his eyes. No more defiance left. And oh, how it would break the girl…
She turned and knelt, twisting her fingers into dirty curls. She would not be merciful this time. She would destroy him. She lifted his head up, looking into his unconscious face.
“Oh, Ambrose,” The tears were falling. “Ambrose,”
She released him as if she’d been burned.
Slowly she stood, disgust on her face once more. “Pathetic…” She whispered, her voice venomous. “He will not last here alone.” Her tone grew satisfied. The girl might keep her from killing him, but he was as good as dead here, anyway. She impatiently brushed away the evidence of tears. “Let him freeze to death,”
Turning her back on the unconscious man, she approached her Longcoats.
“We are prepared to travel, Sorceress.” Zero spoke. “The Viewer and the girl are bound in case they wake.”
“Good.” She brushed past the men, wanting to be far from this place and the man that lay behind her. The man that the girl- no longer a girl, really, for she had grown up- would not forsake.
Author: naturalbluicons
Characters/Pairing: Azkadellia, Glitch (unconscious)
Rating: PG
Summary: After attacking in the Northern Palace, the Sorceress let Glitch live, leaving him behind.
Warning: Slightly crazy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man, I'm just playing in the Outer Zone
Word Count: 398
Notes: Wrote this today in class, instead of watching The Crucible. (It’s ok, I’ve seen it before.) It was written in response to a challenge by catyuy. Beta'd by the always awesome eleanor_ariail.
The Sorceress looked down at the body that lay prone before her.
“Pathetic,” She hissed. It was a shame really, considering what he had been. What an asset he could have been. “How far you’ve fallen.” Suddenly she felt a sick twisting of emotion- she wanted to reach out to him, to wake him, and gentle him, and see him smile at her with that look of pride- “Enough.” Her voice was harsh but firm as she shoved the feelings back. The girl fought. The witch felt a wave of anguish so deep that she almost doubled over.
“Sorceress?” One of the Longcoats took a tentative step towards her.
“Get the Viewer.” She snapped. Viewers were useful, and it seemed they went through them so quickly.
The man nodded and lead the other Longcoats away from her.
“The only expression you will see on his face,” Her voice was low and dangerous. “Is one of terror.”
Tears pricked her eyes.
She turned away and spoke through clenched teeth. “I could crush him so easily,”
“Please, no,” A quiet whimper.
Slowly she looked over her shoulder, her expression one of revulsion.
“Do you love him?”
“Please…” A pleading whisper.
She knew for that, she should destroy him. How she would love to watch the light leave his eyes. No more defiance left. And oh, how it would break the girl…
She turned and knelt, twisting her fingers into dirty curls. She would not be merciful this time. She would destroy him. She lifted his head up, looking into his unconscious face.
“Oh, Ambrose,” The tears were falling. “Ambrose,”
She released him as if she’d been burned.
Slowly she stood, disgust on her face once more. “Pathetic…” She whispered, her voice venomous. “He will not last here alone.” Her tone grew satisfied. The girl might keep her from killing him, but he was as good as dead here, anyway. She impatiently brushed away the evidence of tears. “Let him freeze to death,”
Turning her back on the unconscious man, she approached her Longcoats.
“We are prepared to travel, Sorceress.” Zero spoke. “The Viewer and the girl are bound in case they wake.”
“Good.” She brushed past the men, wanting to be far from this place and the man that lay behind her. The man that the girl- no longer a girl, really, for she had grown up- would not forsake.