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[Aug. 12, 2006][original] The One Who Protects
Title: The One Who Protects
Day/Theme: Aug. 12, 2006 "Listen to the shiver of wings at your side--it is my desire, and still, still, I am shaking with it."
Series: original
Character/Pairing: Seif & Rowan
Rating: PG-13-ish
Seif slumped down to the ground, leaning heavily against the stone wall. He was exhausted. His right hand touched something sticky on the floor. He looked over slowly to see that it was blood. Rowan lay beside him, barely moving. The Black Knight's teeth were gritted tightly in reaction to the severe pain.
Seif scanned his eyes over the twisted metal and the half-dried blood caking Rowan's cheeks. He gently placed his hand on Rowan's arm.
The Black Knight coughed. "Sir Seif..." he mumbled, his voice sounding shaky but grateful.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" Seif asked.
"I...well..." Rowan's initial idea trailed away and he paused in thought. "Th-they went for help, right?"
Seif felt a sudden stirring of compassion in his heart. Rowan sounded scared. His voice was small and weak. The sandy-haired man found himself needing to reassure and comfort his wounded comrade. For the first time, he viewed Rowan not as a fellow warrior, but as someone who needed to be protected. That was the one thing he truly knew how to do right.
"Yes, they'll be back soon. Help is not far away," he said soothingly.
On an impulse he leaned over and grasped Rowan's shoulders. He carefully lifted the smaller man so Rowan's head was leaning against his chest. Groping about in a pocket, Seif found his handkerchief. He had nearly forgotten he was carrying it. It was still fresh from the day Christine had brought it to him...
Pushing aside depressing thoughts about his lady's fate, he used the white handkerchief to wipe off some of Rowan's bloody face. "Sorry this is all I can do..." he apologized.
"No, this is fine," was the Cambrian's answer.
For several long moments they sat in silence.
"Everything is black," Rowan choked out with a sort of strangled sob.
Seif was not sure he understood, but he did not press for more information. He assumed that if Rowan had anymore he wanted to say, he would tell it without any prompting.
"Please..." Rowan whispered, sounding vulnerable, "...Until help comes, just hold me..."
Seif wrapped his right arm across Rowan's chest. Rowan reached up with his uninjured arm and touched Seif's sleeve. Somehow Seif felt very strange. Rowan had said everything was black, but his vision seemed to be fading to a bright whiteness that enveloped all else.
"Seif! We're here!" Leila's voice called through the haze. That was the last thing he heard.
Day/Theme: Aug. 12, 2006 "Listen to the shiver of wings at your side--it is my desire, and still, still, I am shaking with it."
Series: original
Character/Pairing: Seif & Rowan
Rating: PG-13-ish
Seif slumped down to the ground, leaning heavily against the stone wall. He was exhausted. His right hand touched something sticky on the floor. He looked over slowly to see that it was blood. Rowan lay beside him, barely moving. The Black Knight's teeth were gritted tightly in reaction to the severe pain.
Seif scanned his eyes over the twisted metal and the half-dried blood caking Rowan's cheeks. He gently placed his hand on Rowan's arm.
The Black Knight coughed. "Sir Seif..." he mumbled, his voice sounding shaky but grateful.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" Seif asked.
"I...well..." Rowan's initial idea trailed away and he paused in thought. "Th-they went for help, right?"
Seif felt a sudden stirring of compassion in his heart. Rowan sounded scared. His voice was small and weak. The sandy-haired man found himself needing to reassure and comfort his wounded comrade. For the first time, he viewed Rowan not as a fellow warrior, but as someone who needed to be protected. That was the one thing he truly knew how to do right.
"Yes, they'll be back soon. Help is not far away," he said soothingly.
On an impulse he leaned over and grasped Rowan's shoulders. He carefully lifted the smaller man so Rowan's head was leaning against his chest. Groping about in a pocket, Seif found his handkerchief. He had nearly forgotten he was carrying it. It was still fresh from the day Christine had brought it to him...
Pushing aside depressing thoughts about his lady's fate, he used the white handkerchief to wipe off some of Rowan's bloody face. "Sorry this is all I can do..." he apologized.
"No, this is fine," was the Cambrian's answer.
For several long moments they sat in silence.
"Everything is black," Rowan choked out with a sort of strangled sob.
Seif was not sure he understood, but he did not press for more information. He assumed that if Rowan had anymore he wanted to say, he would tell it without any prompting.
"Please..." Rowan whispered, sounding vulnerable, "...Until help comes, just hold me..."
Seif wrapped his right arm across Rowan's chest. Rowan reached up with his uninjured arm and touched Seif's sleeve. Somehow Seif felt very strange. Rowan had said everything was black, but his vision seemed to be fading to a bright whiteness that enveloped all else.
"Seif! We're here!" Leila's voice called through the haze. That was the last thing he heard.