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badly_knittedTitle: Love And Loss
Fandom: The Fantastic Journey
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Varian, Gwenith.
Rating: PG
Setting: An Act of Love.
Summary: Varian had thought he and Gwenith would be together forever, but they’d had less than two days.
Written For: The prompt ‘Memory’ on my
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1character table.Disclaimer: I don’t own The Fantastic Journey, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
A/N: Triple drabble.
This isn’t how it was supposed to be. He’d had everything he could have hoped for, everything he’d never dared to dream he might one day have, but now his dreams are ashes, the bright future he’d envisioned gone in an instant that had felt like it lasted for eternity. Varian wants to believe it’s just a nightmare, doesn’t want to believe it’s real, but at the same time, he can’t deny the truth of it.
All he has left now is the memory of Gwenith, his bride, his wife, the beautiful, gentle woman he’d dreamed about, met, and married in scarcely more than a day. He’d been so happy, walking beside her back to her home, secure in the knowledge that this was the beginning of their life together, even though they barely knew each other. Even parting from his friends hadn’t dimmed the joy he was feeling. He hadn’t believed anything could.
Gwenith had promised him forever, and he’d promised the same, only to see her sacrifice herself to her people’s god in order to save his life. He was the one who’d been meant to die to appease a volcano, and yet he still lives while Gwenith is gone.
There’d been nothing he could do, it had all happened so fast. One moment Gwenith had been right there in front of him, close enough to touch, and then… It had felt as though his heart was being torn from his chest, half his soul brutally ripped away. He’d wanted to follow her into the flames.
A memory isn’t much to hold onto, especially not when compared to the life he’d hoped to have with his wife, but… It’s better than nothing at all, and it’s more than most people have, so it will have to be enough.
The End
All he has left now is the memory of Gwenith, his bride, his wife, the beautiful, gentle woman he’d dreamed about, met, and married in scarcely more than a day. He’d been so happy, walking beside her back to her home, secure in the knowledge that this was the beginning of their life together, even though they barely knew each other. Even parting from his friends hadn’t dimmed the joy he was feeling. He hadn’t believed anything could.
Gwenith had promised him forever, and he’d promised the same, only to see her sacrifice herself to her people’s god in order to save his life. He was the one who’d been meant to die to appease a volcano, and yet he still lives while Gwenith is gone.
There’d been nothing he could do, it had all happened so fast. One moment Gwenith had been right there in front of him, close enough to touch, and then… It had felt as though his heart was being torn from his chest, half his soul brutally ripped away. He’d wanted to follow her into the flames.
A memory isn’t much to hold onto, especially not when compared to the life he’d hoped to have with his wife, but… It’s better than nothing at all, and it’s more than most people have, so it will have to be enough.
The End
