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seren_ccdEpilogue: I have seen archipelagos of stars!
Rating: T
Fandom: Underworld/BtVS
Pairing: Lucian and Tara
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Darn it. The title and chapter titles are from Arthur Rimbaud's poem, The Drunken Boat.
Summary: "What? Atonement?" Lucian said with a grimace. "I have so much to atone for Tara, I don't think I'd know where to begin."
A/N: And so this is the end of the story that has held the rest of my writing hostage until I finished it. Thank you to the reviewers who have left comments. I may possibly visit these two again someday. Thank you to everyone who has followed along.
Lucian stood in the shadows across the street from the small walk-in clinic in downtown London. He watched as the slender, pale, dark-haired woman emerged from the inside and as her companion, a tall sandy-haired man, took her hand and pulled her playfully down the street.
He watched the female try to hide the smile that threatened to surface. The young man just smirked and they disappeared around a corner.
"How are they?" Tara asked as she appeared next to him.
"Alive," Lucian said. "Safe. For now."
"For now?" Tara repeated.
"There are still a lot of angry and restless lycans and vampires out there," Lucian stated. He sighed and bowed his head. "I had no right to fight her Tara."
"Yes, you did," Tara said. "As a Guardian, you absolutely did."
"The Valkyrie was right," Lucian continued ignoring Tara's words. "And I am a hypocrite to have even dared to stop her from her vengeance."
"Her vengeance would have wiped out an entire island," she countered. "What she was doing was nothing less than genocide."
"That was my aim also, if you remember," Lucian said. "I wanted to wipe them all out. Every last vampire. We tried to avoid involving humans. But they always ended up in the cross-fire."
"Did it ever occur to you that that may have been why you were Chosen?" Tara said patiently. "To right your wrongs?"
"What? Atonement?" Lucian said with a grimace. "I have so much to atone for Tara, I don't think I'd know where to begin."
"Oh, I think saving an island of Viking descendants is a pretty good start," she said with a smirk. "Who knows what we'll get to do next?"
Lucian snorted and shook his head. Tara smiled even though she knew this would not be that last time they held this kind of conversation.
"So, that was magic?" Lucian said at last.
"Yep," she answered cheerfully. "What did you think?"
"Honestly, I thought there would be more colors," he said. Tara glared at him and he just grinned. The witch sighed and raised her hand and with a small twirl of her fingers, a bubbling stream of gold appeared from her fingertips and floated into the air.
Lucian chuckled.
"Touche," he said with a gallant nod of his head.
"Thank you," she replied with a nod of her own.
"What now?" Lucian asked.
"I don't know," she said. "I haven't heard anything."
"Well, in that case," Lucian said. "I hear that there is a spectacular view of the Aurora Borealis occuring in the Arctic Circle. Care to have a gander at it?"
"I would like nothing better," Tara said with a smile.
Lucian smiled back and offered the crook of his arm. With a small laugh, Tara hooked her arm through his and they disappeared.
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking.
Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter:
Sharp love has swollen me up with heady langours.
O let my keel split! O let me sink to the bottom!
Rating: T
Fandom: Underworld/BtVS
Pairing: Lucian and Tara
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Darn it. The title and chapter titles are from Arthur Rimbaud's poem, The Drunken Boat.
Summary: "What? Atonement?" Lucian said with a grimace. "I have so much to atone for Tara, I don't think I'd know where to begin."
A/N: And so this is the end of the story that has held the rest of my writing hostage until I finished it. Thank you to the reviewers who have left comments. I may possibly visit these two again someday. Thank you to everyone who has followed along.
Lucian stood in the shadows across the street from the small walk-in clinic in downtown London. He watched as the slender, pale, dark-haired woman emerged from the inside and as her companion, a tall sandy-haired man, took her hand and pulled her playfully down the street.
He watched the female try to hide the smile that threatened to surface. The young man just smirked and they disappeared around a corner.
"How are they?" Tara asked as she appeared next to him.
"Alive," Lucian said. "Safe. For now."
"For now?" Tara repeated.
"There are still a lot of angry and restless lycans and vampires out there," Lucian stated. He sighed and bowed his head. "I had no right to fight her Tara."
"Yes, you did," Tara said. "As a Guardian, you absolutely did."
"The Valkyrie was right," Lucian continued ignoring Tara's words. "And I am a hypocrite to have even dared to stop her from her vengeance."
"Her vengeance would have wiped out an entire island," she countered. "What she was doing was nothing less than genocide."
"That was my aim also, if you remember," Lucian said. "I wanted to wipe them all out. Every last vampire. We tried to avoid involving humans. But they always ended up in the cross-fire."
"Did it ever occur to you that that may have been why you were Chosen?" Tara said patiently. "To right your wrongs?"
"What? Atonement?" Lucian said with a grimace. "I have so much to atone for Tara, I don't think I'd know where to begin."
"Oh, I think saving an island of Viking descendants is a pretty good start," she said with a smirk. "Who knows what we'll get to do next?"
Lucian snorted and shook his head. Tara smiled even though she knew this would not be that last time they held this kind of conversation.
"So, that was magic?" Lucian said at last.
"Yep," she answered cheerfully. "What did you think?"
"Honestly, I thought there would be more colors," he said. Tara glared at him and he just grinned. The witch sighed and raised her hand and with a small twirl of her fingers, a bubbling stream of gold appeared from her fingertips and floated into the air.
Lucian chuckled.
"Touche," he said with a gallant nod of his head.
"Thank you," she replied with a nod of her own.
"What now?" Lucian asked.
"I don't know," she said. "I haven't heard anything."
"Well, in that case," Lucian said. "I hear that there is a spectacular view of the Aurora Borealis occuring in the Arctic Circle. Care to have a gander at it?"
"I would like nothing better," Tara said with a smile.
Lucian smiled back and offered the crook of his arm. With a small laugh, Tara hooked her arm through his and they disappeared.
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking.
Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter:
Sharp love has swollen me up with heady langours.
O let my keel split! O let me sink to the bottom!
