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wintersday) wrote2021-05-23 08:50 pm
wintersday) wrote2021-05-23 08:50 pm
Fic: Memento Mori
Title: Memento Mori
Fandom: The Magnus Archives
Characters/pairings: Original female character
Wordcount: 300
Rating: PG
POV: First person (Statement fic)
Summary: Statement of Sarah Chandler, regarding an archaeological text.
Notes: Originally written as a giftfic for Syrupwit on AO3.
I found the book at a grim little estate sale where everything was dusty. Can’t bring to mind the title now, nor the cover, but I do remember the images: shards of pottery, unearthed from a dig site I’d never heard of.
I’m a potter myself, you see, and as I turned those pages, I couldn’t help thinking about my own art, tagged and labeled on a shelf or crushed beneath the earth along with everything that isn’t preserved. Gave me the shivers. But no, I know, that’s not exactly supernatural, is it? Except that some of those pictures started to look familiar. I was sure I recognized somehow the curve of a vase, the particular shade of blue glaze – wrong, incidentally, for the time period listed. Too recent.
It was… hard to put that book down. I took it to my workshop, intending to finish it there, but when I arrived, I noticed something odd: a crack in a finished urn that had been pristine the night before. I picked it up. It split open in my hands, and earth spilled out – damp, musty-smelling, with fragments of something smooth and off-white. As I sifted through that dirt, something stabbed my palm: an earring. One I’d recently lost, but tarnished. Aged.
I threw the book in my kiln, Mr. Sims. I didn’t want to. My arm felt heavy, and even as it caught flame, it was all I could do not to reach in after it – but I didn’t. It burned. I’m glad. I’d like to tell you I’m not sure what would have happened if I’d read it to the end, but I’d be lying. You see me – my hair, my hands. I was born nearly fifty years ago, but I think I may be quite a bit older.
Fandom: The Magnus Archives
Characters/pairings: Original female character
Wordcount: 300
Rating: PG
POV: First person (Statement fic)
Summary: Statement of Sarah Chandler, regarding an archaeological text.
Notes: Originally written as a giftfic for Syrupwit on AO3.
I found the book at a grim little estate sale where everything was dusty. Can’t bring to mind the title now, nor the cover, but I do remember the images: shards of pottery, unearthed from a dig site I’d never heard of.
I’m a potter myself, you see, and as I turned those pages, I couldn’t help thinking about my own art, tagged and labeled on a shelf or crushed beneath the earth along with everything that isn’t preserved. Gave me the shivers. But no, I know, that’s not exactly supernatural, is it? Except that some of those pictures started to look familiar. I was sure I recognized somehow the curve of a vase, the particular shade of blue glaze – wrong, incidentally, for the time period listed. Too recent.
It was… hard to put that book down. I took it to my workshop, intending to finish it there, but when I arrived, I noticed something odd: a crack in a finished urn that had been pristine the night before. I picked it up. It split open in my hands, and earth spilled out – damp, musty-smelling, with fragments of something smooth and off-white. As I sifted through that dirt, something stabbed my palm: an earring. One I’d recently lost, but tarnished. Aged.
I threw the book in my kiln, Mr. Sims. I didn’t want to. My arm felt heavy, and even as it caught flame, it was all I could do not to reach in after it – but I didn’t. It burned. I’m glad. I’d like to tell you I’m not sure what would have happened if I’d read it to the end, but I’d be lying. You see me – my hair, my hands. I was born nearly fifty years ago, but I think I may be quite a bit older.