Drabble: Quiet - Pg - W/Percy
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tthdrabblesTitle: Quiet
Author: Jinni (druscilla@cox.net)
Rated: Pg
Pairing: W/Percy
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things HP belong to JK Rowling, et al.
Distribution: The normal places.
Author’s Notes: Week 3 tthdrabbles theme: character death.
Summary: She didn’t go in a flash of glory –
She went quietly. Not in a flash of fire, or a bloody attack. Sitting outside the main battle, shielded by others, she should have been the safest of them all as she worked her unique magics to make the tide of the war turn in their favor.
No one thought to save her from herself.
The mediwitches pronounced it as sudden heart failure, brought on by complete energy depletion.
He was the one to see her fall, hands raised to the heavens in supplication as the light died in her eyes.
Even now Percy couldn’t believe that she was. . .gone. Never again would he be able to chastise her unorthodox approach to being an Auror. There would be no more heated debates or conversations over coffee – decaffeinated, of course.
If he’d known then what he knew now, he would have told her. Consequences aside, fear of rejection be damned – he would have told her she was so much more than ‘just a friend’.
He knelt at her grave, laying down flowers carefully chosen for their unique beauty. The words he hadn’t been able to say while she lived came easier now, though laced with pain.
“I love you, Willow.”
~*~The End~*~
Author: Jinni (druscilla@cox.net)
Rated: Pg
Pairing: W/Percy
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things HP belong to JK Rowling, et al.
Distribution: The normal places.
Author’s Notes: Week 3 tthdrabbles theme: character death.
Summary: She didn’t go in a flash of glory –
She went quietly. Not in a flash of fire, or a bloody attack. Sitting outside the main battle, shielded by others, she should have been the safest of them all as she worked her unique magics to make the tide of the war turn in their favor.
No one thought to save her from herself.
The mediwitches pronounced it as sudden heart failure, brought on by complete energy depletion.
He was the one to see her fall, hands raised to the heavens in supplication as the light died in her eyes.
Even now Percy couldn’t believe that she was. . .gone. Never again would he be able to chastise her unorthodox approach to being an Auror. There would be no more heated debates or conversations over coffee – decaffeinated, of course.
If he’d known then what he knew now, he would have told her. Consequences aside, fear of rejection be damned – he would have told her she was so much more than ‘just a friend’.
He knelt at her grave, laying down flowers carefully chosen for their unique beauty. The words he hadn’t been able to say while she lived came easier now, though laced with pain.
“I love you, Willow.”
~*~The End~*~
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