More Lost fic: Magdalena
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writing_shadowsSpring was coming. She could feel the quickening pulse of the season in the frenetic activity all around her. Spring was coming, and the world set in motion spun around her, never regarding the still centre where she stood with Tommy D.
He took her hands. His fingers were rough and calloused against hers. She held him tight, thumbs moving restlessly, caressingly across his knuckles; the touch of a lover, though they had never been lovers. Swimming through the memories that thronged the air between them was something new, and she was afraid.
"Are you ready?" he asked her with a gentleness she had never seen in him before. Somewhere, she wondered how much of it was real.
"As I'll ever be," she answered with a smile, her pulse fluttering like butterfly wings in her throat. There was more behind the question than she understood. More sought in her answer than she was willing to give.
"Call me if you need me," he told her. "I'll come." Then why go? she wondered but did not ask. Was it just for the shape of the legend, like the Once and Future King, like Santa Maria in the shadows?
"Of course," she assured him, wondering what would be the price if she ever did. There was too much here she did not understand. Too much that she had never understood, since Tommy had politicked a new and inexperienced child of Spring into the vacant position of Monarch.
She fumbled in her cleavage for the wad of notes he had given her earlier, and held it out to him. "Why?" she asked simply, as he took it with a shrug and a grin.
"For London," he told her, his face serious. "Always for London." Which was no answer at all. "Will you look after London for me, Magdalena?"
She almost laughed. How? she wanted to scream at him. How does a pretty, fluttering butterfly protect a city? You're wasting your time probing, Tommy, because what you want just isn't here!
The world spun on somewhere beyond the two of them. Nobody was watching. Nobody listened. "Yes," she told him.
She needed to reapply her lipstick, but he would not let go of her hand. Spring was coming. It was time for Winter to let go. She was beginning to understand that he never would.
"Shall we?" he asked, as he drew her to the altar.
---
The circlet of roses fit on Amen's head as though it had been made to go there. She drew him to his feet and he looked at her with concern. Somewhere beyond him she could feel Slink's gaze, echoing the emotion. She almost laughed at them both, but that would have been unkind. How could she be unhappy? The long Winter was over. Spring was finally, truly here.
She ignored the feeling she had, somewhere in her heart she would not look, of a debt going unpaid.
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He took her hands. His fingers were rough and calloused against hers. She held him tight, thumbs moving restlessly, caressingly across his knuckles; the touch of a lover, though they had never been lovers. Swimming through the memories that thronged the air between them was something new, and she was afraid.
"Are you ready?" he asked her with a gentleness she had never seen in him before. Somewhere, she wondered how much of it was real.
"As I'll ever be," she answered with a smile, her pulse fluttering like butterfly wings in her throat. There was more behind the question than she understood. More sought in her answer than she was willing to give.
"Call me if you need me," he told her. "I'll come." Then why go? she wondered but did not ask. Was it just for the shape of the legend, like the Once and Future King, like Santa Maria in the shadows?
"Of course," she assured him, wondering what would be the price if she ever did. There was too much here she did not understand. Too much that she had never understood, since Tommy had politicked a new and inexperienced child of Spring into the vacant position of Monarch.
She fumbled in her cleavage for the wad of notes he had given her earlier, and held it out to him. "Why?" she asked simply, as he took it with a shrug and a grin.
"For London," he told her, his face serious. "Always for London." Which was no answer at all. "Will you look after London for me, Magdalena?"
She almost laughed. How? she wanted to scream at him. How does a pretty, fluttering butterfly protect a city? You're wasting your time probing, Tommy, because what you want just isn't here!
The world spun on somewhere beyond the two of them. Nobody was watching. Nobody listened. "Yes," she told him.
She needed to reapply her lipstick, but he would not let go of her hand. Spring was coming. It was time for Winter to let go. She was beginning to understand that he never would.
"Shall we?" he asked, as he drew her to the altar.
---
The circlet of roses fit on Amen's head as though it had been made to go there. She drew him to his feet and he looked at her with concern. Somewhere beyond him she could feel Slink's gaze, echoing the emotion. She almost laughed at them both, but that would have been unkind. How could she be unhappy? The long Winter was over. Spring was finally, truly here.
She ignored the feeling she had, somewhere in her heart she would not look, of a debt going unpaid.
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