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tamingthemuseTitle: Untitled
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Bound
Warnings: none
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Words have power, and none are more powerful than those spoken at the brink of death
His father had fallen from a great height.
He swore that he could feel the thud against the ground throughout his whole body. The blood that seeped out of his father’s broken skull felt as if had come from his own body. The scream that ripped from his mother’s lips felt as if it had come from his own throat.
They couldn’t get down to him fast enough, and Ori stumbled over his feet more than the ground until he finally collapsed at his father’s side with his mother on the other. Together, they carefully turned him to lay on his back.
Ori’s mother brushed his black hair from his face and tears fell from her eyes to smear the dirt on his cheeks. “Love, speak to me.”
His eyes fluttered under his lids, and his mouth twisted with pain. Ori grasped his hand and sobbed. Finally, his father’s eyes opened and he looked at his lover with eyes clouded with pain. “Love,” he whispered, his voice weak. “I’m sorry.”
“No,” she cried, her face red with misery. “We’ll fetch a healer.”
His eyes fluttered as he tried to smile. “I can’t feel my legs. I see Mother.”
Ori’s mother screamed and clutched at her quickly fading mate. “Don’t leave us!”
His eyes opened again and he turned to Ori. “I’ve wronged you, Son.”
Ori shook his head. “You haven’t.”
“Because of my pride, we have been naught more than the beasts we hunt. I’ve given you nothing but the hate of our people.”
“I don’t need their acceptance.”
His father continued as if he couldn’t hear him. “I pray to the Mother that She forgives you for my pride. I pray to the mother that man will love you and you don’t suffer from old age as I have.”
There was something in the air as his father spoke those words that sent chills down Ori’s spine. He felt something that bound him to the earth, to the Mother. He clutched at his father’s hand, trying to hide his fear. “Father,” he said, his voice trailing off.
“Love,” his mother said once more, but it had been too late. His father’s body was still between them, his eyes closed.
Blood stained the ground and their hands. Tears trailed down their faces as they looked at each other.
What were they going to do now?
Ori was still little more than a child, and his mother couldn’t hunt. It had always been just the three of them, and now they were down to two. Ori licked his dry lips and carefully put his father’s hand on his still chest.
“Mother,” he said, his voice trembling. “There are rocks over there. I’ll dig a hole and put Father’s body within. The rocks will mark his grave.”
She nodded, her face no longer red, but pale white. Her eyes were wide as she watched her young son stand on shaky legs and walk away. Once he had bent his back to the task, she returned her gaze to her mate’s body. Her breath was coming in short, fast pants. “What are we to do now? I’m too old and he’s too young. We’ll never make it through the winter and there are no clans that will accept us.”
As she sobbed over her lost love, Ori found a flat rock and began digging a hole as he had seen his father do time and again. Those holes had been for trapping food, but this one will be to hide his body from the animals that would eat the flesh from his bones. As the dirt coated his hands, he felt something tingling against his skin. He wanted to stop digging, but it had to be done.
Something had changed when his father had prayed to the Mother. She had answered, Ori feared, and he feared even more what that meant for him.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Bound
Warnings: none
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Words have power, and none are more powerful than those spoken at the brink of death
His father had fallen from a great height.
He swore that he could feel the thud against the ground throughout his whole body. The blood that seeped out of his father’s broken skull felt as if had come from his own body. The scream that ripped from his mother’s lips felt as if it had come from his own throat.
They couldn’t get down to him fast enough, and Ori stumbled over his feet more than the ground until he finally collapsed at his father’s side with his mother on the other. Together, they carefully turned him to lay on his back.
Ori’s mother brushed his black hair from his face and tears fell from her eyes to smear the dirt on his cheeks. “Love, speak to me.”
His eyes fluttered under his lids, and his mouth twisted with pain. Ori grasped his hand and sobbed. Finally, his father’s eyes opened and he looked at his lover with eyes clouded with pain. “Love,” he whispered, his voice weak. “I’m sorry.”
“No,” she cried, her face red with misery. “We’ll fetch a healer.”
His eyes fluttered as he tried to smile. “I can’t feel my legs. I see Mother.”
Ori’s mother screamed and clutched at her quickly fading mate. “Don’t leave us!”
His eyes opened again and he turned to Ori. “I’ve wronged you, Son.”
Ori shook his head. “You haven’t.”
“Because of my pride, we have been naught more than the beasts we hunt. I’ve given you nothing but the hate of our people.”
“I don’t need their acceptance.”
His father continued as if he couldn’t hear him. “I pray to the Mother that She forgives you for my pride. I pray to the mother that man will love you and you don’t suffer from old age as I have.”
There was something in the air as his father spoke those words that sent chills down Ori’s spine. He felt something that bound him to the earth, to the Mother. He clutched at his father’s hand, trying to hide his fear. “Father,” he said, his voice trailing off.
“Love,” his mother said once more, but it had been too late. His father’s body was still between them, his eyes closed.
Blood stained the ground and their hands. Tears trailed down their faces as they looked at each other.
What were they going to do now?
Ori was still little more than a child, and his mother couldn’t hunt. It had always been just the three of them, and now they were down to two. Ori licked his dry lips and carefully put his father’s hand on his still chest.
“Mother,” he said, his voice trembling. “There are rocks over there. I’ll dig a hole and put Father’s body within. The rocks will mark his grave.”
She nodded, her face no longer red, but pale white. Her eyes were wide as she watched her young son stand on shaky legs and walk away. Once he had bent his back to the task, she returned her gaze to her mate’s body. Her breath was coming in short, fast pants. “What are we to do now? I’m too old and he’s too young. We’ll never make it through the winter and there are no clans that will accept us.”
As she sobbed over her lost love, Ori found a flat rock and began digging a hole as he had seen his father do time and again. Those holes had been for trapping food, but this one will be to hide his body from the animals that would eat the flesh from his bones. As the dirt coated his hands, he felt something tingling against his skin. He wanted to stop digging, but it had to be done.
Something had changed when his father had prayed to the Mother. She had answered, Ori feared, and he feared even more what that meant for him.
