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tamingthemuseTitle: Sunlight
Fandom: Original
Prompt: vernissage
She wasn’t going in there. She just wasn’t. there was nobody that could make her go in there.
Saya sat on the roughly carved stone that was the base of a pillar that held up the massive roof and propped her chin in her hands. The sun was shining and the sky was clear. Why was it so?
Shouldn’t it be cloudy and rainy? Grey and dark?
It just wasn’t fair that the day could be so beautiful when she felt as if her whole world was being mocked. Life wasn’t fair, that’s what Merlin would say. Rurik too.
She sighed and cast a glance back into the building where everybody had gathered. There was laughter and small talk and a constant low murmur filling the vast expanse of the great hall. Even from outside, she could see the glow of the fire from the far end of the hall.
Then she jumped when she felt Rurik sit beside her. He was dressed for the occasion, his best of tunics bright in the sun’s light. He didn’t say anything at first, just looking around them, at the empty square that was normally so busy and crowded.
“It’s strange.”
Saya snorted and picked at a thread on her gown. Rurik fidgeted and hesitated and generally annoyed her. Finally, she turned to him, eyes flashing and snapped, “Spill it.”
He jumped in shock, but didn’t flinch from her tone.
“You should make an appearance.”
“No.”
He blinked in surprise. Then he frowned. “Why not?”
She sneered and flung out an arm, pointing to the people within. “His funeral is tomorrow. What do they think they’re doing? Enjoying themselves while those that loved him cry over their loss?”
“It’s a wake,” Rurik protested.
“It’s a mockery.”
Rurik opened his mouth to retort, but a glance over her shoulder stalled him and she turned to find that Merlin had arrived. The old wizard was staring down at her with an unreadable expression that made her suddenly ashamed.
They both got to their feet and Saya looked down at the ground, feeling five years old once again. How was it Merlin could do that with just a look?
“Walk with me, Saya,” he said in his low voice and she could only nod. Rurik watched them go, worry washing off him in waves.
She ignored him and instead watched her feet as she paced beside Merlin. He waited to speak until they were well out of hearing distance of the hall and even the glow of the fire was naught but a memory.
“His lordship was a good man.”
“He took me in,” Saya mumbled.
“Everybody loved him.”
Saya was silent, kicking at the small pebbles littering the ground. Merlin sighed and paused, dropping on hand to her shoulder. “Go see him, before we return him to the sea.” She set her jaw and he sighed again. “You’ll regret it if you don’t.”
Growling, Saya jerked out of his hold. “Not while they’re in there having such a nice time, as if this were a-a-a vernissage.”
Merlin surprised her by chuckling. She scowled up at him and he held up a hand to his lips. “Dear, you shouldn’t use such big words.”
She hissed and spun about, stalking back to the hall. She would have rather retreated to her own rooms, but the lady would kill her if she wasn’t here. If she wasn’t there to say goodbye to their lord.
Suddenly, Saya was crying. Great sobs that shook her frame and set tears rolling down her cheeks.
Why was the sun shining and why were there people laughing when she just wanted darkness and silence?
Fandom: Original
Prompt: vernissage
She wasn’t going in there. She just wasn’t. there was nobody that could make her go in there.
Saya sat on the roughly carved stone that was the base of a pillar that held up the massive roof and propped her chin in her hands. The sun was shining and the sky was clear. Why was it so?
Shouldn’t it be cloudy and rainy? Grey and dark?
It just wasn’t fair that the day could be so beautiful when she felt as if her whole world was being mocked. Life wasn’t fair, that’s what Merlin would say. Rurik too.
She sighed and cast a glance back into the building where everybody had gathered. There was laughter and small talk and a constant low murmur filling the vast expanse of the great hall. Even from outside, she could see the glow of the fire from the far end of the hall.
Then she jumped when she felt Rurik sit beside her. He was dressed for the occasion, his best of tunics bright in the sun’s light. He didn’t say anything at first, just looking around them, at the empty square that was normally so busy and crowded.
“It’s strange.”
Saya snorted and picked at a thread on her gown. Rurik fidgeted and hesitated and generally annoyed her. Finally, she turned to him, eyes flashing and snapped, “Spill it.”
He jumped in shock, but didn’t flinch from her tone.
“You should make an appearance.”
“No.”
He blinked in surprise. Then he frowned. “Why not?”
She sneered and flung out an arm, pointing to the people within. “His funeral is tomorrow. What do they think they’re doing? Enjoying themselves while those that loved him cry over their loss?”
“It’s a wake,” Rurik protested.
“It’s a mockery.”
Rurik opened his mouth to retort, but a glance over her shoulder stalled him and she turned to find that Merlin had arrived. The old wizard was staring down at her with an unreadable expression that made her suddenly ashamed.
They both got to their feet and Saya looked down at the ground, feeling five years old once again. How was it Merlin could do that with just a look?
“Walk with me, Saya,” he said in his low voice and she could only nod. Rurik watched them go, worry washing off him in waves.
She ignored him and instead watched her feet as she paced beside Merlin. He waited to speak until they were well out of hearing distance of the hall and even the glow of the fire was naught but a memory.
“His lordship was a good man.”
“He took me in,” Saya mumbled.
“Everybody loved him.”
Saya was silent, kicking at the small pebbles littering the ground. Merlin sighed and paused, dropping on hand to her shoulder. “Go see him, before we return him to the sea.” She set her jaw and he sighed again. “You’ll regret it if you don’t.”
Growling, Saya jerked out of his hold. “Not while they’re in there having such a nice time, as if this were a-a-a vernissage.”
Merlin surprised her by chuckling. She scowled up at him and he held up a hand to his lips. “Dear, you shouldn’t use such big words.”
She hissed and spun about, stalking back to the hall. She would have rather retreated to her own rooms, but the lady would kill her if she wasn’t here. If she wasn’t there to say goodbye to their lord.
Suddenly, Saya was crying. Great sobs that shook her frame and set tears rolling down her cheeks.
Why was the sun shining and why were there people laughing when she just wanted darkness and silence?
