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wintersday) wrote2019-11-10 10:56 pm
wintersday) wrote2019-11-10 10:56 pm
Fic: Requiem
Title: Requiem
Fandom: The Magnus Archives
Major Characters/Pairings: Gertrude Robinson/Adelard Dekker
Wordcount: 150
Rating: Teen
POV: Third person
Summary: There are things that Gertrude Robinson doesn’t know about Adelard Dekker.
Content notes: Canon character death
There are things that Gertrude Robinson doesn’t know about Adelard Dekker.
She doesn’t know what set him on the hunter’s path, how long he walked it before they met, how much of his life she never plucked ripe from his mind for the tasting. There are things he saw and never spoke of, and until it became necessary, she never asked. But she knows how his fingers felt, gripping her hips, and the sound of his name in her mouth, the care with which he did everything not better done by violence. She knows that at the end, for all his certainty, he was afraid.
She will dream of that fear, though the door to his mind is forever closed to her, and she will wake grieving. It will make no more difference than grief ever does.
She knows, as he did, that there will still be work to do.
Fandom: The Magnus Archives
Major Characters/Pairings: Gertrude Robinson/Adelard Dekker
Wordcount: 150
Rating: Teen
POV: Third person
Summary: There are things that Gertrude Robinson doesn’t know about Adelard Dekker.
Content notes: Canon character death
There are things that Gertrude Robinson doesn’t know about Adelard Dekker.
She doesn’t know what set him on the hunter’s path, how long he walked it before they met, how much of his life she never plucked ripe from his mind for the tasting. There are things he saw and never spoke of, and until it became necessary, she never asked. But she knows how his fingers felt, gripping her hips, and the sound of his name in her mouth, the care with which he did everything not better done by violence. She knows that at the end, for all his certainty, he was afraid.
She will dream of that fear, though the door to his mind is forever closed to her, and she will wake grieving. It will make no more difference than grief ever does.
She knows, as he did, that there will still be work to do.