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tamingthemuseTitle: Torn by War
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure
Warnings: Um… This was a dream I had, adapted for the prompt. K I don’t know.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Two best friends find themselves on opposite sides of a war.
They weren’t brothers, but Terry and Winter Frost were near as. From early childhood, they had been inseparable . They found trouble together, then later, made war together when the great wars reached their distant homeland. Terry figured he and Winter Frost would even find their deaths together.
When Winter Frost had died, Terry felt himself become lost. What could he possibly do with himself without his other half? He’d fought his way out of enemy territory, forced to leave his friend’s body behind. Nothing made sense anymore.
Without Winter Frost, there was no laughter for Terry, no joy. Terry threw himself into the war, trying to block out his pain. Striving for revenge for his lost brother. He cut his hair and skin to mourn, and offered the blood of his enemies to the gods to feed Winter Frost’s soul in the afterlife. He became infamous on both sides of the war due to his tenacity, his unconcern for his own life.
Then it all changed when he and a few warriors over took an enemy stronghold many years later. They entered, prepared to fight their enemy, Terry at the lead, when he was suddenly faced with Winter Frost, alive and well, at the head of their enemy’s army.
As their men fought around them, the two estranged brothers met half way, Terry staring in disbelief while Winter Frost grinned widely. He held out his arms as if to embrace Terry.
“My friend, long has it been since last we sighted each other.”
Terry felt his weapon drop to the ground from numb fingers. “You-you’re supposed to be dead.”
Winter Frost tilted his chin up, his smile remaining as he touched a hand to his neck, where he had been wounded all those years ago. “It was a good act, no? There was so much blood, and you played your part well.”
Terry fell to his knees, his heart pounding in his ears as his world narrowed to Winter Frost, only Winter Frost. “Is this because I left you behind? Your dead body?”
Winter Frost’s laugh was loud and harsh. “As stupid as always, you are. I am alive, brother. I was never dead,” he spat. He stepped closer, kneeling to stare into Terry’s pale face. “But you believed, didn’t you? You thought they killed me and it spurred you into action, making this war your war. You have so much blood on your hands, now.”
Terry felt his breath leave him as he realized that he was indeed stupid. All those years together and he had never once thought Winter Frost was capable of such a betrayal, yet here he stood, with the enemy. He met Winter Frost’s gaze. “Every time we were ambushed, set upon?” Winter Frost’s lips curved up.
“Yes. I gave them much information about our ways and our plans.”
“I trusted you,” his voice was a mere whisper, filled with hurt. “Why?”
Winter Frost snarled, “You know nothing.”
“You were loved.”
“No, you were loved. I was endured. Our people worshiped you, but tolerated me. I was nothing to them, and now they fear me.”
“I loved you. My brother.”
That made Winter Frost pause, staring down at Terry’s familiar gaze. Then he snorted. “Look at you, unarmed and kneeling before the enemy. You’re still stupid.”
He reached for the sword at his side and Terry moved in tandem. He caught Winter Frost’s wrist and slide his own hastily grabbed blade into Winter Frost’s exposed side, between plates of armor. Winter Frost’s eyes went wide and he choked before stumbling back, dumbfounded. One hand clutched at the blade and spilt blood as he stared at Terry.
“You betrayed us,” Terry said, reading the question in his friend’s eyes. Blood began to dribble from between his lips as he fought to speak. Terry shook his head. “ You were right. I could have easily walked away from the war had you not died. I did love you, but you’ve destroyed that love, now haven’t you?” He stepped forward and cupped Winter Frost’s trembling chin in the palm of his hand. “I’ve hated this war, this enemy for so long now. I’ve hated you longer than I’ve loved you.” He pressed a kiss to Winter Frost’s brow. “You didn’t think I would kill you, did you?” He caught Winter Frost’s gaze with his own cold one. “But you made me into this.”
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure
Warnings: Um… This was a dream I had, adapted for the prompt. K I don’t know.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Two best friends find themselves on opposite sides of a war.
They weren’t brothers, but Terry and Winter Frost were near as. From early childhood, they had been inseparable . They found trouble together, then later, made war together when the great wars reached their distant homeland. Terry figured he and Winter Frost would even find their deaths together.
When Winter Frost had died, Terry felt himself become lost. What could he possibly do with himself without his other half? He’d fought his way out of enemy territory, forced to leave his friend’s body behind. Nothing made sense anymore.
Without Winter Frost, there was no laughter for Terry, no joy. Terry threw himself into the war, trying to block out his pain. Striving for revenge for his lost brother. He cut his hair and skin to mourn, and offered the blood of his enemies to the gods to feed Winter Frost’s soul in the afterlife. He became infamous on both sides of the war due to his tenacity, his unconcern for his own life.
Then it all changed when he and a few warriors over took an enemy stronghold many years later. They entered, prepared to fight their enemy, Terry at the lead, when he was suddenly faced with Winter Frost, alive and well, at the head of their enemy’s army.
As their men fought around them, the two estranged brothers met half way, Terry staring in disbelief while Winter Frost grinned widely. He held out his arms as if to embrace Terry.
“My friend, long has it been since last we sighted each other.”
Terry felt his weapon drop to the ground from numb fingers. “You-you’re supposed to be dead.”
Winter Frost tilted his chin up, his smile remaining as he touched a hand to his neck, where he had been wounded all those years ago. “It was a good act, no? There was so much blood, and you played your part well.”
Terry fell to his knees, his heart pounding in his ears as his world narrowed to Winter Frost, only Winter Frost. “Is this because I left you behind? Your dead body?”
Winter Frost’s laugh was loud and harsh. “As stupid as always, you are. I am alive, brother. I was never dead,” he spat. He stepped closer, kneeling to stare into Terry’s pale face. “But you believed, didn’t you? You thought they killed me and it spurred you into action, making this war your war. You have so much blood on your hands, now.”
Terry felt his breath leave him as he realized that he was indeed stupid. All those years together and he had never once thought Winter Frost was capable of such a betrayal, yet here he stood, with the enemy. He met Winter Frost’s gaze. “Every time we were ambushed, set upon?” Winter Frost’s lips curved up.
“Yes. I gave them much information about our ways and our plans.”
“I trusted you,” his voice was a mere whisper, filled with hurt. “Why?”
Winter Frost snarled, “You know nothing.”
“You were loved.”
“No, you were loved. I was endured. Our people worshiped you, but tolerated me. I was nothing to them, and now they fear me.”
“I loved you. My brother.”
That made Winter Frost pause, staring down at Terry’s familiar gaze. Then he snorted. “Look at you, unarmed and kneeling before the enemy. You’re still stupid.”
He reached for the sword at his side and Terry moved in tandem. He caught Winter Frost’s wrist and slide his own hastily grabbed blade into Winter Frost’s exposed side, between plates of armor. Winter Frost’s eyes went wide and he choked before stumbling back, dumbfounded. One hand clutched at the blade and spilt blood as he stared at Terry.
“You betrayed us,” Terry said, reading the question in his friend’s eyes. Blood began to dribble from between his lips as he fought to speak. Terry shook his head. “ You were right. I could have easily walked away from the war had you not died. I did love you, but you’ve destroyed that love, now haven’t you?” He stepped forward and cupped Winter Frost’s trembling chin in the palm of his hand. “I’ve hated this war, this enemy for so long now. I’ve hated you longer than I’ve loved you.” He pressed a kiss to Winter Frost’s brow. “You didn’t think I would kill you, did you?” He caught Winter Frost’s gaze with his own cold one. “But you made me into this.”
