...at Jericho Hill

[locks_it_up]

The pain fades, and the feeling in his body, as he lies on the rocks of Jericho Hill, Roland on one side of him and Cuthbert on the other. The light fades, too; the rising sun, blazing in his eyes even as a thin sliver above the hilltop, fades into black cloud. Too dark to see, and his life's blood pouring on the ground.

And then he realizes that he can see again, that he is standing without pain or fatigue. Below him lies his own broken body, and Roland and Cuthbert still kneeling beside it, weeping.

Comments

[locks_it_up]

"I know, dear. No one ever does. Not really."

She opens her arms to him, to embrace.

"C'mere."

There is only love in her eyes.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

He goes to her. Silently, and with grief, and with love.

[locks_it_up]

She holds him close, like a mother, like a lover, and there is some sort of safety there in her arms.

And then there is the sound of mighty wings.

What happens next, is not to be spoken of, for there are no words to frame it.