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Invocatus Rex, Part I: Xavier, Chapter X
Title: Invocatus Rex, Xavier, Chapter X
Fandom: Original Fiction, The Witch War Histories, Vol. III
Prompt: #42 Cafeteria (still reeling over having to work this one in)
For: by Taming the Muse
Warnings: None really.
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: The Healer’s in trouble, and The Mediator comes out of retirement.
Word Count: 3,908
A/N: Ongoing story, in chronological order, here.
A/N2: Brief mention of a character who would be well known if it hadn’t been Declan telling the last story. Marcus Antonius was the scribe for the seer who handed down the original (so far as anyone knows) prophecies regarding The Healer. The other new names really are new. *g*
A/N3: I tend to think of Xavier’s world as shades of grey, although that’s really Lucie’s world. The angst in the first part of this story is often heavy-handed intentionally. This is, however, Xavier’s last week with narration. Next week, Lucie takes over for the next ten chapters, and things become less angst-ridden but far darker. Hope I’m up to the task.
This chapter has been moved, along with all prior chapters, to my LJ, where they're located in chronological order in the IR section of my memories.
Fandom: Original Fiction, The Witch War Histories, Vol. III
Prompt: #42 Cafeteria (still reeling over having to work this one in)
For: by Taming the Muse
Warnings: None really.
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: The Healer’s in trouble, and The Mediator comes out of retirement.
Word Count: 3,908
A/N: Ongoing story, in chronological order, here.
A/N2: Brief mention of a character who would be well known if it hadn’t been Declan telling the last story. Marcus Antonius was the scribe for the seer who handed down the original (so far as anyone knows) prophecies regarding The Healer. The other new names really are new. *g*
A/N3: I tend to think of Xavier’s world as shades of grey, although that’s really Lucie’s world. The angst in the first part of this story is often heavy-handed intentionally. This is, however, Xavier’s last week with narration. Next week, Lucie takes over for the next ten chapters, and things become less angst-ridden but far darker. Hope I’m up to the task.
This chapter has been moved, along with all prior chapters, to my LJ, where they're located in chronological order in the IR section of my memories.
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I love this too - Etienne gazed at her in what could only be described as awe and reverence. I remember a good friend telling me that the first time he saw his daughter, he had never felt such intense love and such intense fear as at that moment. You capture that feeling.
But I want to hit Gavin. If I was Sylvie I'd be thinking my father was dead, the way he broke the news. But the way you preceded the news with the light hearted banter was very effective.
What a testament this is - If Lucie fell apart on us, all hope was as good as lost. Poor Lucie.
So having turned the world upside down, I have to wait a week to see it begin to turn back? *sits back to wait, practises patience*
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He's a pleasant one to hurt, because he takes it so well.
I remember a good friend telling me that the first time he saw his daughter, he had never felt such intense love and such intense fear as at that moment. You capture that feeling. Thank you. It's one of my more favorite phrases in the three books. In fact, that whole bit was originally written with the lot of them visiting Lucie's parents in America, and Xavier saw the photos on the wall in the house. When that trip ended up not happening, I still had to write the photos in just to have that phrase. I'm very vain!
Hitting Gavin would not be good! (even if it were understandable) Remember, or perhaps you don't fully grasp it, they're like brothers, were raised together practically. He wouldn't really be able to take her feelings into account in that moment. Or anyone else's for that matter except perhaps Lucie's.
And yes, poor Lucie. Poor Lucie indeed. *rubs hands with relish*