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tamingthemuseTitle: Strangers in a bar
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian Legends) + Original (Miranda)
Prompt: Prompt 323 - All soul's day
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian Legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: I raised my head to see a young man. He was very slim and long, his black hair standing out against his pale skin. He wasn't local.
The bar I was sitting in was getting darker as the sun lit diminished outside. I closed my eyes for a second, hoping that the temporary dark would make the room seem lightened afterwards. I kept them shut for a long minute it nothing had changed when I opened them.
I took a sip of the beverage in front of me. I think it was called a beer in this world. It had a slightly bitter taste that seemed appropriate for the day. It also seemed to make my head dizzy, unleashing barrier of control in ways I've never experienced before. It was nice. I felt like what I had done wasn't so wrong after all.
I shook my head as the memories flew to my consciousness. I didn't want to think about it. I knew I would have to eventually, I would even have to go back home, to Miranda. And I would have to explain myself but I didn't want to, not now.
"Do you mind if I seat here?"
I raised my head to see a young man. He was very slim and long, his black hair standing out against his pale skin. He wasn't local.
"I don't mind."
"Thanks."
The young man sat and began sipping a black fizzy looking beverage from a bottle that identified the product as Coca-Cola. I wonder if it had the same effect on the mind as my drink has, but I didn't ask.
I closed my eyes again as I rested my head against the wall behind me. I had come to Miranda's world. I had broken my words for selfish reasons. I felt tears rising up to my eyes and opened them immediately, hoping to wash dry away the water. I don't think it worked as the young man started speaking to me.
"All souls day... Tough day huh?"
I nodded. Tougher than he could ever imagine.
"I lost someone too," he said, offering me a small smile of comfort.
There was a sincerity in his eyes that made me talk. Or maybe it was the drink.
"I thought I could get close to her again."
"But it didn't work." His words were a simple statement, a truth that he very well knew.
I shook my head. I had known it wouldn't work, Miranda had told me so but I still had had to try. Mere legends she had said they were. Only words, stories and myths told to create a folklore. I had wanted to believe her but I hadn't been able to. Stories and myths were true in my world, and magic was possible and I needed to believe it would work in this world, I needed to try and see my grand-mother once more. I needed her advice, her guidance.
"I thought legends could be true," I whispered unconsciously.
"They are," he replied softly. "Only they don't all work as they pretend to." He smiled gently at me again.
Silence fell around the table for a long while before I found the courage to speak my thoughts.
"Sometimes it's just us that are wrong though. Dead souls can't come back to us that easily, can they?"
He nodded before taking the last sip of his drink. "No, they can't."
He got up and started to walk away but he stopped after a few steps. "It was nice, talking with you."
I smile slightly in response. He was about to walk away and disappear but I stopped him. "What's your name? I don't know your name."
"Mordred," and with those words he stepped out of the bar.
"Thank you," I whispered after him.
He had been right. Legends don't work as easily as they pretend to, and I had been wrong. I should have never let my feelings guide me here, but most of all I should have trusted Miranda. It was her world.
I fished in my pocket for the necklace and gently threw it above my palm. As the warm metal touch my palm, I disappeared. Back to my world where real help lied. Back to the living, to Miranda.
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian Legends) + Original (Miranda)
Prompt: Prompt 323 - All soul's day
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian Legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: I raised my head to see a young man. He was very slim and long, his black hair standing out against his pale skin. He wasn't local.
The bar I was sitting in was getting darker as the sun lit diminished outside. I closed my eyes for a second, hoping that the temporary dark would make the room seem lightened afterwards. I kept them shut for a long minute it nothing had changed when I opened them.
I took a sip of the beverage in front of me. I think it was called a beer in this world. It had a slightly bitter taste that seemed appropriate for the day. It also seemed to make my head dizzy, unleashing barrier of control in ways I've never experienced before. It was nice. I felt like what I had done wasn't so wrong after all.
I shook my head as the memories flew to my consciousness. I didn't want to think about it. I knew I would have to eventually, I would even have to go back home, to Miranda. And I would have to explain myself but I didn't want to, not now.
"Do you mind if I seat here?"
I raised my head to see a young man. He was very slim and long, his black hair standing out against his pale skin. He wasn't local.
"I don't mind."
"Thanks."
The young man sat and began sipping a black fizzy looking beverage from a bottle that identified the product as Coca-Cola. I wonder if it had the same effect on the mind as my drink has, but I didn't ask.
I closed my eyes again as I rested my head against the wall behind me. I had come to Miranda's world. I had broken my words for selfish reasons. I felt tears rising up to my eyes and opened them immediately, hoping to wash dry away the water. I don't think it worked as the young man started speaking to me.
"All souls day... Tough day huh?"
I nodded. Tougher than he could ever imagine.
"I lost someone too," he said, offering me a small smile of comfort.
There was a sincerity in his eyes that made me talk. Or maybe it was the drink.
"I thought I could get close to her again."
"But it didn't work." His words were a simple statement, a truth that he very well knew.
I shook my head. I had known it wouldn't work, Miranda had told me so but I still had had to try. Mere legends she had said they were. Only words, stories and myths told to create a folklore. I had wanted to believe her but I hadn't been able to. Stories and myths were true in my world, and magic was possible and I needed to believe it would work in this world, I needed to try and see my grand-mother once more. I needed her advice, her guidance.
"I thought legends could be true," I whispered unconsciously.
"They are," he replied softly. "Only they don't all work as they pretend to." He smiled gently at me again.
Silence fell around the table for a long while before I found the courage to speak my thoughts.
"Sometimes it's just us that are wrong though. Dead souls can't come back to us that easily, can they?"
He nodded before taking the last sip of his drink. "No, they can't."
He got up and started to walk away but he stopped after a few steps. "It was nice, talking with you."
I smile slightly in response. He was about to walk away and disappear but I stopped him. "What's your name? I don't know your name."
"Mordred," and with those words he stepped out of the bar.
"Thank you," I whispered after him.
He had been right. Legends don't work as easily as they pretend to, and I had been wrong. I should have never let my feelings guide me here, but most of all I should have trusted Miranda. It was her world.
I fished in my pocket for the necklace and gently threw it above my palm. As the warm metal touch my palm, I disappeared. Back to my world where real help lied. Back to the living, to Miranda.
