You, Who I Couldn't Save
Title: You, Who I Couldn’t Save
Author: naturalbluicons
Characters/Pairing: Azkadellia, Glitch (possibly budding Azkadellia/Glitch)
Rating: PG
Summary: “He wishes he could forget all the bad things because she just looks so sad.”
Warning: None for content. You’ll probably be wanting to have read Silver Shoes because this throws back to it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man, I'm just playing in the Outer Zone
Word Count: 672
Notes: Post-eclipse. *deep breath* This is a different style then what I usually write, it’s stream-of-thoughty. I hope you like it. Always much thanks to my beta, eleanor_ariail. Find a full list of my fanfics as well as read/request notes on them here. =)
“I’m sorry,” It doesn’t make the zipper go away. “I’m so sorry…”
Every instinct is telling him to run, he swears his legs tremble as he forces himself to stay. His mouth is dry, so he just nods.
Azkadellia looks down and she is only Azkadellia, not The Sorceress, not The Witch. Her eyes are pained, she hurts for him, for what he’s been through, for what she couldn’t stop.
“Please forgive me… Please…”
He knows DG would give one of her hugs and tell Azkadellia all was forgotten, but Glitch already forgets so much because of-
“The witch.” He says out loud without realizing it.
Azkadellia looks up at him. Glitch looks at her for a long moment and realizes he must have spoken.
“It… it was the witch…” But at that moment that’s the only Azkadellia he can remember. Azkadellia seems to realize this and she looks down again to hide her expression. They stand in a long, tense silence, but finally she breaks it.
“You used to give me dance lessons,” There’s desperation slipping into her voice; she needs him to remember her. “And you taught me the Picture Language of the Ancients,”
Glitch digs into what’s left of his mind, trying to find the memories. He looks pained now, and sorry.
“You showed me how to- to read their songs- please remember,” And she reaches for him, but he flinches away. She draws her hand back quickly, wounded.
“I’m trying-” Glitch starts, but it’s so hard to remember and now it feels like the pressure of it is crushing him and he wishes he could be Ambrose, but if he’s Ambrose, does Glitch disappear?
Azkadellia swallows hard then says softly “Courage, mind, and heart you own,”
“And silver shoes to take you home.” The words leave his mouth before he even realizes he’s remembered them, then he looks back at Azkadellia who looks shocked, and hopeful, and a million other things that Glitch can’t name.
They stand there like that for a long moment, silent and staring, and then Glitch is against the wall, Azkadellia’s lips against his, her fingers pulling his hair a little too hard as they twist into his knotted curls. Glitch kisses back on a new instinct, his heart beating fast. His hands hover unsurely over her waist, then her arms, then they drop to his sides again. He should run, he should get far away, but he wants to remember, and he wants to know Azkadellia and be able to tell her from The Sorceress.
When the kiss breaks, there’s only the sound of their breathing. They look into each other’s eyes and Glitch is the first to speak this time.
“Did I get it right?”
“Yes,” Azkadellia sounds for a moment torn between laughter and tears.
“Name’s Glitch,” He’s not sure he ever did properly introduce himself.
“I’m Azkadellia.” She says and there’s sadness in her eyes as she wonders if her Ambrose is gone.
“Nice to meet you.” He wishes he could forget all the bad things because she just looks so sad. He wonders what he would have done when he was Ambrose, or if he’s still Ambrose, just missing a few pieces. His head hurts and he wishes it wasn’t so complicated. Would it be if he had all of his brain? “You, um, you can call me Ambrose, if you want to.” He’s not sure if it’s a lie.
Azkadellia lays a hand against his cheek and the touch is so gentle that for a moment Glitch does forget the witch. She touches her forehead to his and tries to collect herself. When she speaks her voice is soft and sad. “I’m so sorry for all the things you’ve been through- that I- …” Her voice breaks. She’s breaking. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”
“I know…” He wants to remember and to forget, to see her smile, to hold her together. “I’m sorry too.” And he is. Because for all his intelligence, Ambrose couldn’t save her either.
Author: naturalbluicons
Characters/Pairing: Azkadellia, Glitch (possibly budding Azkadellia/Glitch)
Rating: PG
Summary: “He wishes he could forget all the bad things because she just looks so sad.”
Warning: None for content. You’ll probably be wanting to have read Silver Shoes because this throws back to it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man, I'm just playing in the Outer Zone
Word Count: 672
Notes: Post-eclipse. *deep breath* This is a different style then what I usually write, it’s stream-of-thoughty. I hope you like it. Always much thanks to my beta, eleanor_ariail. Find a full list of my fanfics as well as read/request notes on them here. =)
“I’m sorry,” It doesn’t make the zipper go away. “I’m so sorry…”
Every instinct is telling him to run, he swears his legs tremble as he forces himself to stay. His mouth is dry, so he just nods.
Azkadellia looks down and she is only Azkadellia, not The Sorceress, not The Witch. Her eyes are pained, she hurts for him, for what he’s been through, for what she couldn’t stop.
“Please forgive me… Please…”
He knows DG would give one of her hugs and tell Azkadellia all was forgotten, but Glitch already forgets so much because of-
“The witch.” He says out loud without realizing it.
Azkadellia looks up at him. Glitch looks at her for a long moment and realizes he must have spoken.
“It… it was the witch…” But at that moment that’s the only Azkadellia he can remember. Azkadellia seems to realize this and she looks down again to hide her expression. They stand in a long, tense silence, but finally she breaks it.
“You used to give me dance lessons,” There’s desperation slipping into her voice; she needs him to remember her. “And you taught me the Picture Language of the Ancients,”
Glitch digs into what’s left of his mind, trying to find the memories. He looks pained now, and sorry.
“You showed me how to- to read their songs- please remember,” And she reaches for him, but he flinches away. She draws her hand back quickly, wounded.
“I’m trying-” Glitch starts, but it’s so hard to remember and now it feels like the pressure of it is crushing him and he wishes he could be Ambrose, but if he’s Ambrose, does Glitch disappear?
Azkadellia swallows hard then says softly “Courage, mind, and heart you own,”
“And silver shoes to take you home.” The words leave his mouth before he even realizes he’s remembered them, then he looks back at Azkadellia who looks shocked, and hopeful, and a million other things that Glitch can’t name.
They stand there like that for a long moment, silent and staring, and then Glitch is against the wall, Azkadellia’s lips against his, her fingers pulling his hair a little too hard as they twist into his knotted curls. Glitch kisses back on a new instinct, his heart beating fast. His hands hover unsurely over her waist, then her arms, then they drop to his sides again. He should run, he should get far away, but he wants to remember, and he wants to know Azkadellia and be able to tell her from The Sorceress.
When the kiss breaks, there’s only the sound of their breathing. They look into each other’s eyes and Glitch is the first to speak this time.
“Did I get it right?”
“Yes,” Azkadellia sounds for a moment torn between laughter and tears.
“Name’s Glitch,” He’s not sure he ever did properly introduce himself.
“I’m Azkadellia.” She says and there’s sadness in her eyes as she wonders if her Ambrose is gone.
“Nice to meet you.” He wishes he could forget all the bad things because she just looks so sad. He wonders what he would have done when he was Ambrose, or if he’s still Ambrose, just missing a few pieces. His head hurts and he wishes it wasn’t so complicated. Would it be if he had all of his brain? “You, um, you can call me Ambrose, if you want to.” He’s not sure if it’s a lie.
Azkadellia lays a hand against his cheek and the touch is so gentle that for a moment Glitch does forget the witch. She touches her forehead to his and tries to collect herself. When she speaks her voice is soft and sad. “I’m so sorry for all the things you’ve been through- that I- …” Her voice breaks. She’s breaking. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”
“I know…” He wants to remember and to forget, to see her smile, to hold her together. “I’m sorry too.” And he is. Because for all his intelligence, Ambrose couldn’t save her either.