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tamingthemuseTitle: Lost battle
Fandom: Original (Anna & Agathe)
Prompt: Prompt 381 - Scrimmage
Warnings: N/A.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: "Sometimes I wonder why I even try to fight them," she said almost more to herself than to Liander.
Anna sat down on the sofa, a steaming cup of tea in her hands.
"Sometimes I wonder why I even try to fight them," she said almost more to herself than to Liander.
"It's only natural," commented Liander. He was sitting in the armchair next to the sofa, his own cup of tea resting on the coffee table, slowly cooling down to a drinkable temperature.
"But there has to be a way to somehow end this." Anna turned her head to look Liander in the eyes. "It's not natural."
"By what standards is it not Anna?" Liander sustained her gaze. "If you take today's standards, the gods back then were not natural. And yet they were very much real and powerful."
Anna dropped her gaze. "I know," she whispered defeated. "I just…" She stopped, not willing to continue with this argument. It was pointless.
She sipped some burning tea and focused on the sensation of heat going down her throat, her stomach. She closed her eyes for an instant and rolled her head. Her neck cracked and she sighed heavily.
"It's just tiring, so very tiring once you remember. And you almost always do at some point."
Liander didn't reply. He agreed with her but there was no point in saying so. They all knew the strain of living with an endless pit of memories.
"When we find each other though it's better," he commented hopefully.
"When," stressed Anna. "That's the problem. Sometimes we don't. And even when we do, we know it's only temporary. We'll have to die again, to be born again, to remember again, to search again." Her voice trailed off into silence.
Liander got up from the armchair and went to sit next to Anna. He placed an arm around her shoulder and invited her to lean in closer. Anna clenched on the cup of tea, almost burning her hands, as she leaned into Liander's body.
She closed her eyes and tears started to fall. "I'm sorry," she mumbled between silent tears.
"Shhh…. It's not easy what we go through. There is no need to be sorry." He brushed her hair gently. "There might be a cure but there might not be one either. They were gods. They had strange powers that are lost to the world today."
Anna cuddled closer to him. "It has to be more than this," replied Anna. "When they died, their powers should have died with them"
"Not necessarily Anna. We don't really know how it all works." He placed a finger under her chin to raised her head. He looked her in eyes. "Maybe it's a lost battle. And maybe it doesn't have to be a battle, to be a curse. It could just be life as we know it, just a fact."
Anna remained silent.
"An opportunity to always have a chance at happiness, of living longer with loved one."
Anna kept her eyes on him for a moment longer before resting her head against his chest, sipping some ore of her tea. Maybe he was right and she was struggling to find a solution for nothing. Maybe there wasn't any solution. She just needed to accept things as they were.
Fandom: Original (Anna & Agathe)
Prompt: Prompt 381 - Scrimmage
Warnings: N/A.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: "Sometimes I wonder why I even try to fight them," she said almost more to herself than to Liander.
Anna sat down on the sofa, a steaming cup of tea in her hands.
"Sometimes I wonder why I even try to fight them," she said almost more to herself than to Liander.
"It's only natural," commented Liander. He was sitting in the armchair next to the sofa, his own cup of tea resting on the coffee table, slowly cooling down to a drinkable temperature.
"But there has to be a way to somehow end this." Anna turned her head to look Liander in the eyes. "It's not natural."
"By what standards is it not Anna?" Liander sustained her gaze. "If you take today's standards, the gods back then were not natural. And yet they were very much real and powerful."
Anna dropped her gaze. "I know," she whispered defeated. "I just…" She stopped, not willing to continue with this argument. It was pointless.
She sipped some burning tea and focused on the sensation of heat going down her throat, her stomach. She closed her eyes for an instant and rolled her head. Her neck cracked and she sighed heavily.
"It's just tiring, so very tiring once you remember. And you almost always do at some point."
Liander didn't reply. He agreed with her but there was no point in saying so. They all knew the strain of living with an endless pit of memories.
"When we find each other though it's better," he commented hopefully.
"When," stressed Anna. "That's the problem. Sometimes we don't. And even when we do, we know it's only temporary. We'll have to die again, to be born again, to remember again, to search again." Her voice trailed off into silence.
Liander got up from the armchair and went to sit next to Anna. He placed an arm around her shoulder and invited her to lean in closer. Anna clenched on the cup of tea, almost burning her hands, as she leaned into Liander's body.
She closed her eyes and tears started to fall. "I'm sorry," she mumbled between silent tears.
"Shhh…. It's not easy what we go through. There is no need to be sorry." He brushed her hair gently. "There might be a cure but there might not be one either. They were gods. They had strange powers that are lost to the world today."
Anna cuddled closer to him. "It has to be more than this," replied Anna. "When they died, their powers should have died with them"
"Not necessarily Anna. We don't really know how it all works." He placed a finger under her chin to raised her head. He looked her in eyes. "Maybe it's a lost battle. And maybe it doesn't have to be a battle, to be a curse. It could just be life as we know it, just a fact."
Anna remained silent.
"An opportunity to always have a chance at happiness, of living longer with loved one."
Anna kept her eyes on him for a moment longer before resting her head against his chest, sipping some ore of her tea. Maybe he was right and she was struggling to find a solution for nothing. Maybe there wasn't any solution. She just needed to accept things as they were.
