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tamingthemuseTitle: Under Cover of Darkness
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Blood, sweat, and hysterics
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Saya tries to save her favorite legend.
Saya eyed the guard standing at the gate. His back was toward her. Maybe. It was really dark and his shadow was hard to make out against the dark, starless sky. She frowned and crept closer.
If she stayed close enough to the wall, maybe he wouldn’t notice her. She hugged the old wooden shovel to her chest and worried her bottom lip as she considered her chances. She had just decided that she had to move now else get caught, when a hand fell on her shoulder. Stiffening, she gave a near scream before clasping her hand over her mouth. She whipped around to glare up at Rurik.
Above them on the wall, the guard moved toward them, seeking the source of that cut off scream. Just as Saya was blinded by the darkness, the darkness hid her from his sight as well. Danger was never a threat from within the walls, so the guard resumed his watch and Saya felt safe enough to slap her fist against Rurik’s shoulder. He caught her hand and pulled her close enough to whisper in her ear.
“What are you doing?”
“Go away,” she retorted. He shook his head and returned her glare, but the effect was lost on them both in the shadows of night.
A new voice joined the night as the guard’s replacement arrived. Saya took the opportunity and squeezed out the gates, Rurik hot on her heels. In an unnatural silence, the two crept away from the walls and into the forest. Once away, Rurik stopped Saya with a firm hold on her arm.
“Where are we off to?”
She pulled away. “I have something to do. Leave me.”
He rushed to catch up. “What? What do you have to do?”
She glared at him and lightly stepped over a root that he stumbled over. Smug, she said, “You’d be safer inside. Go back.”
He stubbornly shook his head. “Why the shovel? What’s in that bag?”
“You’re too nosey.”
“Someone ought to be around you. You get into far too much trouble.”
“And you’re jumping right in after me. Go back before it’s too late.”
Rurik stopped walking and stared at her form. “Saya,” his tone stopped her in her tracks. She turned to look at him, but couldn’t make out a thing. “What are you getting yourself into?”
She hugged the shovel tighter. “You don’t want to know.”
“I do.” He reached out and rested his hand on her shoulder, felt her trembling. “Tell me. We’ve always told each other everything.”
She shook her head. “Not this. I’ve worked myself through blood, sweat and hysterics over this. I don’t want you to become embroiled into this.”
His head tilted to one side indicating that he had rolled his eyes in that way of his saying, “Aren’t I already? Merlin always said we were two parts of a whole. If you’ve dug yourself into a pit, I might as well join you and earn the trouble.”
She snorted in laughter, knowing suddenly that he was right. No matter what, nobody would believe that she hadn’t drug him into this mess. “Stupid boy,” she muttered, not unkindly and began walking once again.
“It’s the sword,” she said after a moment of silence. Then another silence begun as Rurik stared at her in dumbfounded surprise. “I can’t let them do whatever they’re going to do with it.”
He had fallen behind in his surprise, so he lengthened his stride to catch up with her. “You took the sword from Merlin? Have you gone mad?”
She shook her head. “Possibly. They’re going to ruin it.”
“They plan of repairing it.”
She shook her head again. “No. It mustn’t be tampered with.”
“Saya! You cried when we found the sword broken. You must understand what it means to have if fixed.”
She stopped walking suddenly at the pond’s edge and turned to face him. The clouds had parted enough for him to see a strange light in her eyes. The odd smile curving her lips.
“No, it mustn’t be fixed by mortal hands.” She shoved the edge of the shovel into the soft dirt of the bank and pulled the bag off her shoulder. He could hear the clanking of the old rusted sword within. She had turned her eyes to the pond, now glittering in the moon’s soft glow.
“The lake will fix it.”
“It was in the lake to begin with.”
She shook her head. “It wasn’t in the lake. The water is magic.” He opened his mouth to disagree, but she was still smiling that eerie smile. A smile he thought he recognized playing about Merlin’s lips more than once. “The water of this lake will heal the sword properly.”
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Blood, sweat, and hysterics
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Saya tries to save her favorite legend.
Saya eyed the guard standing at the gate. His back was toward her. Maybe. It was really dark and his shadow was hard to make out against the dark, starless sky. She frowned and crept closer.
If she stayed close enough to the wall, maybe he wouldn’t notice her. She hugged the old wooden shovel to her chest and worried her bottom lip as she considered her chances. She had just decided that she had to move now else get caught, when a hand fell on her shoulder. Stiffening, she gave a near scream before clasping her hand over her mouth. She whipped around to glare up at Rurik.
Above them on the wall, the guard moved toward them, seeking the source of that cut off scream. Just as Saya was blinded by the darkness, the darkness hid her from his sight as well. Danger was never a threat from within the walls, so the guard resumed his watch and Saya felt safe enough to slap her fist against Rurik’s shoulder. He caught her hand and pulled her close enough to whisper in her ear.
“What are you doing?”
“Go away,” she retorted. He shook his head and returned her glare, but the effect was lost on them both in the shadows of night.
A new voice joined the night as the guard’s replacement arrived. Saya took the opportunity and squeezed out the gates, Rurik hot on her heels. In an unnatural silence, the two crept away from the walls and into the forest. Once away, Rurik stopped Saya with a firm hold on her arm.
“Where are we off to?”
She pulled away. “I have something to do. Leave me.”
He rushed to catch up. “What? What do you have to do?”
She glared at him and lightly stepped over a root that he stumbled over. Smug, she said, “You’d be safer inside. Go back.”
He stubbornly shook his head. “Why the shovel? What’s in that bag?”
“You’re too nosey.”
“Someone ought to be around you. You get into far too much trouble.”
“And you’re jumping right in after me. Go back before it’s too late.”
Rurik stopped walking and stared at her form. “Saya,” his tone stopped her in her tracks. She turned to look at him, but couldn’t make out a thing. “What are you getting yourself into?”
She hugged the shovel tighter. “You don’t want to know.”
“I do.” He reached out and rested his hand on her shoulder, felt her trembling. “Tell me. We’ve always told each other everything.”
She shook her head. “Not this. I’ve worked myself through blood, sweat and hysterics over this. I don’t want you to become embroiled into this.”
His head tilted to one side indicating that he had rolled his eyes in that way of his saying, “Aren’t I already? Merlin always said we were two parts of a whole. If you’ve dug yourself into a pit, I might as well join you and earn the trouble.”
She snorted in laughter, knowing suddenly that he was right. No matter what, nobody would believe that she hadn’t drug him into this mess. “Stupid boy,” she muttered, not unkindly and began walking once again.
“It’s the sword,” she said after a moment of silence. Then another silence begun as Rurik stared at her in dumbfounded surprise. “I can’t let them do whatever they’re going to do with it.”
He had fallen behind in his surprise, so he lengthened his stride to catch up with her. “You took the sword from Merlin? Have you gone mad?”
She shook her head. “Possibly. They’re going to ruin it.”
“They plan of repairing it.”
She shook her head again. “No. It mustn’t be tampered with.”
“Saya! You cried when we found the sword broken. You must understand what it means to have if fixed.”
She stopped walking suddenly at the pond’s edge and turned to face him. The clouds had parted enough for him to see a strange light in her eyes. The odd smile curving her lips.
“No, it mustn’t be fixed by mortal hands.” She shoved the edge of the shovel into the soft dirt of the bank and pulled the bag off her shoulder. He could hear the clanking of the old rusted sword within. She had turned her eyes to the pond, now glittering in the moon’s soft glow.
“The lake will fix it.”
“It was in the lake to begin with.”
She shook her head. “It wasn’t in the lake. The water is magic.” He opened his mouth to disagree, but she was still smiling that eerie smile. A smile he thought he recognized playing about Merlin’s lips more than once. “The water of this lake will heal the sword properly.”
