The Moment
Jun. 17th, 2012 08:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
knightoftheswanI'm going to die...
Somehow that thought did not bring any fear. There was no question about the matter. Lohengrin knows he will fall. The Raven comes bringing his end.
But he fights all the same, a smirk on his face. He can fight and he can give his death meaning. Lohengrin will carve the path to Siegfried's victory. He's certain of this.
And at least he has...
The smirk fades from his face as he thinks, staying in motion.
He has Elsa. He supposes. He's never forgotten Elsa. He'll never forget Elsa. But then why is he thinking of...?
Don't be silly.
Okay, so maybe he's known her longer. And maybe they got along pretty well. Really well sometimes. Even though they fought a lot, more so than he did with Elsa. It didn't even matter that she was a little pretty. Or how she almost always seemed to be there when he was in need of companionship, even if he wasn't aware of it until he saw her.
He thought he had already suffered the worst hurt he would ever know. How could anything hurt so much after the pain of Elsa's death? How could watching her declare her love for Siegfried, watching her turn into a speck of light and vanish hurt more than he ever thought he could hurt again?
"Oh god," he thinks, realization shocking him to the very core of his being. "I love Tutu?"
It is in this moment, with an expression that can easily be mistaken for fear, that he feels the hot pain of the Raven's claw rending his shoulder and sinking through his troubled chest.
Somehow that thought did not bring any fear. There was no question about the matter. Lohengrin knows he will fall. The Raven comes bringing his end.
But he fights all the same, a smirk on his face. He can fight and he can give his death meaning. Lohengrin will carve the path to Siegfried's victory. He's certain of this.
And at least he has...
The smirk fades from his face as he thinks, staying in motion.
He has Elsa. He supposes. He's never forgotten Elsa. He'll never forget Elsa. But then why is he thinking of...?
Don't be silly.
Okay, so maybe he's known her longer. And maybe they got along pretty well. Really well sometimes. Even though they fought a lot, more so than he did with Elsa. It didn't even matter that she was a little pretty. Or how she almost always seemed to be there when he was in need of companionship, even if he wasn't aware of it until he saw her.
He thought he had already suffered the worst hurt he would ever know. How could anything hurt so much after the pain of Elsa's death? How could watching her declare her love for Siegfried, watching her turn into a speck of light and vanish hurt more than he ever thought he could hurt again?
"Oh god," he thinks, realization shocking him to the very core of his being. "I love Tutu?"
It is in this moment, with an expression that can easily be mistaken for fear, that he feels the hot pain of the Raven's claw rending his shoulder and sinking through his troubled chest.
