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nathanialroyaleTitle: When I Die...Lay Your Head Down, But Go On
Prompt: Crying
Rating: (PG-13)
Content Notes/Warnings:First Person p.o.v. This is actually the last scene from my novels, the death of my young protagonist. However this is from Nathanial's p.o.v in the books, so I thought to do the opposite by doing Damion's for this short fic.
Character Death, Under age love.
"Promise me, Swear to me, no-no one will mourn, no one will cry when I die. Sa-say it! Pl-please!"
"I...promise...my angel..."
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Quivering, I cannot close my eyes, but I cannot bear to watch him like this.
Nathanial is dying...
His sweet eyes are staring up at me blood shot, agony stealing the last of his humanity, stripping him of his dignity. The coughs that bring up blood and flecks of his lungs are eating away at my soul. I stare down at him as he coughs against my chest, curled into me, so frail, so small. That bastard called you a china doll, a broken china doll, but you are not broken...
"You are a Gift Nathanial," the words come as if parched for water, my throat dry and my eyes burning but I had given a promise. A promise I would keep.
"As you are rightly named, you are a gift of God Nathanial. A gift. Not a toy for them to use as they see fit for their causes. No, not a toy, a gift, a gift given to a world lacking in love like your own."
You are my redemption, my salvation and the last tenuous hold that I bare of my sanity. And now you are leaving...what will become of me? What will become of our son? The Kingdom you did everything to save and that loves you as much as I do?
Nathanial looks up nearly unable to see in the red hot agony of his dying, Damion's fingers curling into the locks of the icy blue streaked black wig the boy wears.
"Do-don't cry Damion," the words from the voice that had never left puberty, cracking from age and from the bodies stress. The voice that had sang to him in Sere'th, the language of the Elves, a lilted voice that many times he had gone to sleep too.
A laugh forced, but I flashed my fangs to the Boy King in a grin; attempting to call back my normal behaviors; my ego, my sarcasm and my smirks.
"Never."
Nathan smiles through his pain but at last closes his eyes, the coughing becoming to much, eroding the last of his vocal abilities and his mind taken by torment. I clutch with an arm his gaunt frame to my body attempting to shield him from his aches with my own form.
There were no more words to say, nothing else I can do but pray to the deities that have always hated me, forsaken me that he will go onto the Halls of Mourning to be reborn. To be with his family and his late husband who he loved so very much. I was not one for prayers to those who detested me but for this amazing child who held my heart in the palms of his hands I would dare to try.
"Take him, keep him, and make him anew. Allow him peace from all of the pain and the abuse of his life, allow him to be with his family," it was with reluctance I allowed the words past my lips but Nathanial's long clawed nails grip at my shirt, ripping, tearing at my flesh. I growl before I can stop myself, fangs glinting in the moonlight. It was only right I feel a small amount of pain while he is in indescribable agony.
The claws sink deeper into my chest, my teeth gritting, growls leaving but I do not pull away, watching him convulse. Close now...I know he is close, the breathing erratic, the convulsions growing steadily, he will give in soon and be gone...
I stroke through the strands of his wig, holding him to me, allowing him to sink his claws into my flesh waiting, his pain would be over soon...and what then?
A sharp gasp of breath, a shudder and...Stillness.
"Nath...Nathanial?" I question, a audible quiver to my voice as I pull him from my arms, it mattered not that as a Vampire I could clearly see his heart no longer beat, I was still human enough to have to verify, to know.
Blank once beautiful icy blues stare into oblivion, and I feel it like a roaring tide come over me. Damn it all to hell! I promised him! I roar inwardly to the sky, clutching his corpse to my chest, I would not cry! I will not! I Will Not!!
Will alone cannot stop the wetness in my eyes, and the torrent is to much.
I had promised not cry when you died. But you are dead now, my heart...my very soul, my salvation and my life. Afterlife for you was a blessing with all of your pain, with the abuse you have tirelessly suffered for an uncaring world. But Nathanial I am Curse'ed, I will never have an afterlife, this life is all I have. You...were all I had to keep me sane.
I...I am sorry...
The blood begins to drip, dragging lines down my cheeks as I stare on unseeing at the castle we crumpled behind. The tears come faster, dripping to the body in my hold, to the stone we sit on.
Oh Gods above, you hate me for something I never chose...I never chose to be what I am. Gods above...what am I to do now?
"Nathanial.." The name torn from me, a cry of my devastation and my heart breaks, my mind blanks and I can't see anything. The world blacker even then the blindness I have suffered from birth. Nothing exists any longer...
Tell me now, what is there left for me here? What am I to do; but mourn your passing and go mad? The world will mourn your dying but it will never be the same again...A beautiful tree has withered and died, and the people will mourn your death so young, so unfair...
"Damion Ante, your son cries milord."
The servant's voice barely breaks the haze of black and nothingness that surrounds me now; but when I do hear it I am jarred back to the reality of the present.
"Joscelin..." Another name whispers from my lips and I shiver clutching all the tighter to the lifeless departed.
"Yes..." Pulling away with blood still falling, and a head rush from the loss of the nourishment my body needs to survive I stumble to my feet.
"You must tell the court. King Nathanial Peter Quele Royale is dead."
"Y-yes mylord."
Our son...My flesh and blood, I had broken one promise but I made an unspoken one when you had my child. What am I to do now...I will protect Joscelin, bring him up to be as loving as you, as compassionate so one day he will be King.
"I swear it will be so."
Prompt: Crying
Rating: (PG-13)
Content Notes/Warnings:First Person p.o.v. This is actually the last scene from my novels, the death of my young protagonist. However this is from Nathanial's p.o.v in the books, so I thought to do the opposite by doing Damion's for this short fic.
Character Death, Under age love.
Main Character/s: Damion Ante, Nathanial Peter Quele Royale
Plot: Nathanial as Destined two days after his 16th birthday is to die.
Location: The Gardens of illander Castle, Capitol of Camar'a.
"Promise me, Swear to me, no-no one will mourn, no one will cry when I die. Sa-say it! Pl-please!"
"I...promise...my angel..."
Quivering, I cannot close my eyes, but I cannot bear to watch him like this.
Nathanial is dying...
His sweet eyes are staring up at me blood shot, agony stealing the last of his humanity, stripping him of his dignity. The coughs that bring up blood and flecks of his lungs are eating away at my soul. I stare down at him as he coughs against my chest, curled into me, so frail, so small. That bastard called you a china doll, a broken china doll, but you are not broken...
"You are a Gift Nathanial," the words come as if parched for water, my throat dry and my eyes burning but I had given a promise. A promise I would keep.
"As you are rightly named, you are a gift of God Nathanial. A gift. Not a toy for them to use as they see fit for their causes. No, not a toy, a gift, a gift given to a world lacking in love like your own."
You are my redemption, my salvation and the last tenuous hold that I bare of my sanity. And now you are leaving...what will become of me? What will become of our son? The Kingdom you did everything to save and that loves you as much as I do?
Nathanial looks up nearly unable to see in the red hot agony of his dying, Damion's fingers curling into the locks of the icy blue streaked black wig the boy wears.
"Do-don't cry Damion," the words from the voice that had never left puberty, cracking from age and from the bodies stress. The voice that had sang to him in Sere'th, the language of the Elves, a lilted voice that many times he had gone to sleep too.
A laugh forced, but I flashed my fangs to the Boy King in a grin; attempting to call back my normal behaviors; my ego, my sarcasm and my smirks.
"Never."
Nathan smiles through his pain but at last closes his eyes, the coughing becoming to much, eroding the last of his vocal abilities and his mind taken by torment. I clutch with an arm his gaunt frame to my body attempting to shield him from his aches with my own form.
There were no more words to say, nothing else I can do but pray to the deities that have always hated me, forsaken me that he will go onto the Halls of Mourning to be reborn. To be with his family and his late husband who he loved so very much. I was not one for prayers to those who detested me but for this amazing child who held my heart in the palms of his hands I would dare to try.
"Take him, keep him, and make him anew. Allow him peace from all of the pain and the abuse of his life, allow him to be with his family," it was with reluctance I allowed the words past my lips but Nathanial's long clawed nails grip at my shirt, ripping, tearing at my flesh. I growl before I can stop myself, fangs glinting in the moonlight. It was only right I feel a small amount of pain while he is in indescribable agony.
The claws sink deeper into my chest, my teeth gritting, growls leaving but I do not pull away, watching him convulse. Close now...I know he is close, the breathing erratic, the convulsions growing steadily, he will give in soon and be gone...
I stroke through the strands of his wig, holding him to me, allowing him to sink his claws into my flesh waiting, his pain would be over soon...and what then?
A sharp gasp of breath, a shudder and...Stillness.
"Nath...Nathanial?" I question, a audible quiver to my voice as I pull him from my arms, it mattered not that as a Vampire I could clearly see his heart no longer beat, I was still human enough to have to verify, to know.
Blank once beautiful icy blues stare into oblivion, and I feel it like a roaring tide come over me. Damn it all to hell! I promised him! I roar inwardly to the sky, clutching his corpse to my chest, I would not cry! I will not! I Will Not!!
Will alone cannot stop the wetness in my eyes, and the torrent is to much.
I had promised not cry when you died. But you are dead now, my heart...my very soul, my salvation and my life. Afterlife for you was a blessing with all of your pain, with the abuse you have tirelessly suffered for an uncaring world. But Nathanial I am Curse'ed, I will never have an afterlife, this life is all I have. You...were all I had to keep me sane.
I...I am sorry...
The blood begins to drip, dragging lines down my cheeks as I stare on unseeing at the castle we crumpled behind. The tears come faster, dripping to the body in my hold, to the stone we sit on.
Oh Gods above, you hate me for something I never chose...I never chose to be what I am. Gods above...what am I to do now?
"Nathanial.." The name torn from me, a cry of my devastation and my heart breaks, my mind blanks and I can't see anything. The world blacker even then the blindness I have suffered from birth. Nothing exists any longer...
Tell me now, what is there left for me here? What am I to do; but mourn your passing and go mad? The world will mourn your dying but it will never be the same again...A beautiful tree has withered and died, and the people will mourn your death so young, so unfair...
"Damion Ante, your son cries milord."
The servant's voice barely breaks the haze of black and nothingness that surrounds me now; but when I do hear it I am jarred back to the reality of the present.
"Joscelin..." Another name whispers from my lips and I shiver clutching all the tighter to the lifeless departed.
"Yes..." Pulling away with blood still falling, and a head rush from the loss of the nourishment my body needs to survive I stumble to my feet.
"You must tell the court. King Nathanial Peter Quele Royale is dead."
"Y-yes mylord."
Our son...My flesh and blood, I had broken one promise but I made an unspoken one when you had my child. What am I to do now...I will protect Joscelin, bring him up to be as loving as you, as compassionate so one day he will be King.
"I swear it will be so."
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