Mongolian Barbecue
May. 3rd, 2007 05:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanarillToday is the thirtieth day of the Omer, which is four weeks and two days into the Omer.
Title: Alone
Fandoms: It's DaHTA, you know the drill. I do this for love, not monies.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
There was long moment of silence, and then she said, “Let’s try this again.”
Clockwork didn’t say anything.
“Clockwork, I’m part of a resonance. You know as well as I do what that means–you know that, as I am now, I have less than a mage’s chance in Horune of fighting and surviving.”
“And I know that if you don’t fight, more people than just you will not survive.”
He said it the way Clockwork said most things, chillingly unadorned truth, as if he knew the outcome even now. Heres Tanarill knew that he could not possibly know the outcome, because Walkers were gray areas in the foresight of timekeepers. But she could almost believe that he had some other way of knowing, one that had nothing to do with his being a timekeeper and everything to do with his being Clockwork. Almost.
She nodded. “Right. And it isn’t that I’m upset; I’m a Walker, and part of the responsibility there is that I die, for good, if it’s necessary. But I’m not willing to die for good if it isn’t even going to slow him down. Or her. I’ll kill myself and go to ground before I let myself be wasted like that.”
Deep in her heart, feathers and scaled slipped against one another and she almost burned with the fierce protective love.
“And I know that the Powers That Be, however annoying and however much murderous rage they instill in me, are not stupid. They don’t waste Walkers, there aren’t enough of us to waste. So there has to be some way I can beat this.”
The silence stretched again. Eventually, Clockwork said, “What do you want from me?”
She wanted him to tell her what to do, she realized. But he couldn’t he–probably–didn’t know either. “ . . . a hint, if you have one. Help. A plan.”
“Heres Tanarill, you can’t always count of someone giving you the answers,” he said sternly. And then, less so, “And I can’t give you help, it’s going to occupy me just holding time together. But just because I can’t help doesn’t mean that there isn’t help to be had.”
“You are willing to risk them getting hurt? Even knowing the danger?”
“Especially knowing the danger, no, I am not,” said Clockwork. “But I will not be selfish in my love. Your demon does not prevent you from doing what needs to be done, either.”
“Thank you.” It was not the answer she had been seeking, but it was the right answer anyway. She turned to leave.
“And Heres Tanarill?”
“Yes?”
“There is no task that you have to do alone. There is never a task that you have to do alone.”
Also, I need you people to remind me to do my HW. Please?
Title: Alone
Fandoms: It's DaHTA, you know the drill. I do this for love, not monies.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
There was long moment of silence, and then she said, “Let’s try this again.”
Clockwork didn’t say anything.
“Clockwork, I’m part of a resonance. You know as well as I do what that means–you know that, as I am now, I have less than a mage’s chance in Horune of fighting and surviving.”
“And I know that if you don’t fight, more people than just you will not survive.”
He said it the way Clockwork said most things, chillingly unadorned truth, as if he knew the outcome even now. Heres Tanarill knew that he could not possibly know the outcome, because Walkers were gray areas in the foresight of timekeepers. But she could almost believe that he had some other way of knowing, one that had nothing to do with his being a timekeeper and everything to do with his being Clockwork. Almost.
She nodded. “Right. And it isn’t that I’m upset; I’m a Walker, and part of the responsibility there is that I die, for good, if it’s necessary. But I’m not willing to die for good if it isn’t even going to slow him down. Or her. I’ll kill myself and go to ground before I let myself be wasted like that.”
Deep in her heart, feathers and scaled slipped against one another and she almost burned with the fierce protective love.
“And I know that the Powers That Be, however annoying and however much murderous rage they instill in me, are not stupid. They don’t waste Walkers, there aren’t enough of us to waste. So there has to be some way I can beat this.”
The silence stretched again. Eventually, Clockwork said, “What do you want from me?”
She wanted him to tell her what to do, she realized. But he couldn’t he–probably–didn’t know either. “ . . . a hint, if you have one. Help. A plan.”
“Heres Tanarill, you can’t always count of someone giving you the answers,” he said sternly. And then, less so, “And I can’t give you help, it’s going to occupy me just holding time together. But just because I can’t help doesn’t mean that there isn’t help to be had.”
“You are willing to risk them getting hurt? Even knowing the danger?”
“Especially knowing the danger, no, I am not,” said Clockwork. “But I will not be selfish in my love. Your demon does not prevent you from doing what needs to be done, either.”
“Thank you.” It was not the answer she had been seeking, but it was the right answer anyway. She turned to leave.
“And Heres Tanarill?”
“Yes?”
“There is no task that you have to do alone. There is never a task that you have to do alone.”
Also, I need you people to remind me to do my HW. Please?
