Rating: G (Series rating: R)
Character/s: Arthur, and Arthur, and Bruta.
Summary: Arthur dreams
Warnings: Angst, issues of rape.
Word Count: 208
Prompt: #43 Photograph (= Carving)
Author's Notes: I feel kind of bad about this. I wrote "Dream" just to have something to post because chapter 16 proved too long and complicated to finish today. I'll try to have it done and out (as ch 17) on AO3 by Friday, though. OBS! There have been two chapters posted to AO3 since the last time I posted to this community. Make sure you are up to date. :D
You can find the rest of the Frozen Stars Verse on AO3, or here at Camelot Drabble.
Arthur faces Bruta beneath a black sky.
“Why did you do it?” Arthur asks.
Bruta’s stance is wide. He bows his head and looks away when Arthur reaches out to him.
“Why did you do it?” Arthur asks again.
“Why did you do it?” a new voice asks. Arthur turns around.
But it is only himself standing there, hand outstretched. Arthur shies away from the offered touch, his claws clutching awkwardly at the icy ground.
“Why did you do it?” the other Arthur asks.
Arthur wants to answer, to defend himself, but all that comes out is a whine.
The ground gives a violent shake, his paws skid out from under him and he falls, but instead of slamming into the ice, he wakes up.
Arthur feels cold wind on his face, feels a horse moving beneath him and a big body pressed up close behind him. He opens his eyes, and the towers of his beloved citadel come into focus, their outline barely visible in the closing dark, like the raised edges of a carving catching the distant light of a single candle. And there are candles, countless numbers burning in windows, like stars …
Pain catches up with him, and sweeps him into a new dream.