To show you all that I'm a complete loony at heart and I CAN write ANY pairing. Name it, and I can do it (seriously).
Also, can someone think of Fire Emblem challenge? I'm no good at makign them, but I like to try my hand at any challenges you've got.
Title: It doesn't take much
Rating: G
Pairing: The weirdest of the weird. Athos x Nergal
POV: Nergal
It doesn’t take much to shatter you. You were always such a frail being, teetering by the cliff and constantly looking down at the jagged rocks that will one day slice your very soul.
No, it wasn’t much effort at all. Rather sad actually.
I took so much from you, from your friends, from the people with whom you had laid your trust with. It makes me want to puke, the way you would treat them like they deserved it. They knew nothing of you, nothing of your black somber eyes, and nothing of your parched lips.
Yet, I remained the same while you aged. You seemed proud of the fact that you’ve turned yourself into a derelict. Into a battered old man holding onto a crutch. A legendary hero on a crutch. How amusing.
When we were young and the world was not so tarnished. When we met, our eyes drifting over each other for a second, which sealed our fate didn’t it? You wanted peace and understanding. Knowledge was your drink and you drank it eagerly, despite the bitter taste. I, who grew under the tutelage and guidance of Arcadia, but persuaded myself to seek more…meaningful things.
But that’s when I realized how little one friend from the other means to you. For as I came and disclosed my findings, your brow was darkening, like the onslaught of storms and you thundered like a god at my findings.
You dismissed me as mad and then warned the council of Arcadia about me. Then they threw me out and you…
You cast the finishing blow.
Rather pathetic.
So when I met you again, 500 years passed and fledglings trying to follow the path you had set them on with that same blind trust that I once held for you.
You throw out one friend and replace them with another? Is this how you work?
So very miserable you are now.
Where is your brimming knowledge now? You found out too late and you can’t casually dispose of me this time. You will let fledglings do your work? Of course.
For you have aged and barely have the strength to even dent my energy.
See how far you’ve fallen! See how high I’ve risen!
If you had listened so many summers back, you would be here, cajoling these fledglings. We would have been together, just like before.
I would have never destroyed you the way you are willing to do to me now.
Never.
You’ve probably imagined in that riddled memory of yours that our interaction never happened.
Keep trying to believe that. But you know that there isn’t a soul on this Elimine-loved continent who can understand you the way I did.
But you will be stubborn for the rest of your life. Which isn’t too long anyhow. I can see the energy being sapped away. The Earth is calling you. How long are you going to deny it the warmth of your soul?
Good. Suffer. Die, for all I care. It didn’t matter if I was going to.
Yet…should I live and you die…the world will certainly be a much more deprived place than it was before.
It doesn’t take much to convince me the foolhardiness of your decisions, but how much will it take to convince you of yours?
Yes, demented Nergal is. But, tell me, do any of you feel the least bit sorry for him?
Also, can someone think of Fire Emblem challenge? I'm no good at makign them, but I like to try my hand at any challenges you've got.
Title: It doesn't take much
Rating: G
Pairing: The weirdest of the weird. Athos x Nergal
POV: Nergal
It doesn’t take much to shatter you. You were always such a frail being, teetering by the cliff and constantly looking down at the jagged rocks that will one day slice your very soul.
No, it wasn’t much effort at all. Rather sad actually.
I took so much from you, from your friends, from the people with whom you had laid your trust with. It makes me want to puke, the way you would treat them like they deserved it. They knew nothing of you, nothing of your black somber eyes, and nothing of your parched lips.
Yet, I remained the same while you aged. You seemed proud of the fact that you’ve turned yourself into a derelict. Into a battered old man holding onto a crutch. A legendary hero on a crutch. How amusing.
When we were young and the world was not so tarnished. When we met, our eyes drifting over each other for a second, which sealed our fate didn’t it? You wanted peace and understanding. Knowledge was your drink and you drank it eagerly, despite the bitter taste. I, who grew under the tutelage and guidance of Arcadia, but persuaded myself to seek more…meaningful things.
But that’s when I realized how little one friend from the other means to you. For as I came and disclosed my findings, your brow was darkening, like the onslaught of storms and you thundered like a god at my findings.
You dismissed me as mad and then warned the council of Arcadia about me. Then they threw me out and you…
You cast the finishing blow.
Rather pathetic.
So when I met you again, 500 years passed and fledglings trying to follow the path you had set them on with that same blind trust that I once held for you.
You throw out one friend and replace them with another? Is this how you work?
So very miserable you are now.
Where is your brimming knowledge now? You found out too late and you can’t casually dispose of me this time. You will let fledglings do your work? Of course.
For you have aged and barely have the strength to even dent my energy.
See how far you’ve fallen! See how high I’ve risen!
If you had listened so many summers back, you would be here, cajoling these fledglings. We would have been together, just like before.
I would have never destroyed you the way you are willing to do to me now.
Never.
You’ve probably imagined in that riddled memory of yours that our interaction never happened.
Keep trying to believe that. But you know that there isn’t a soul on this Elimine-loved continent who can understand you the way I did.
But you will be stubborn for the rest of your life. Which isn’t too long anyhow. I can see the energy being sapped away. The Earth is calling you. How long are you going to deny it the warmth of your soul?
Good. Suffer. Die, for all I care. It didn’t matter if I was going to.
Yet…should I live and you die…the world will certainly be a much more deprived place than it was before.
It doesn’t take much to convince me the foolhardiness of your decisions, but how much will it take to convince you of yours?
Yes, demented Nergal is. But, tell me, do any of you feel the least bit sorry for him?