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The Picture!spiration Fic-a-thon
THE PICTURE!SPIRATION FIC-A-THON
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i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart); Tristran/Yvaine: pg
In her dream she is perched atop the wall – the wall that separates Stormhold from the village of Wall - and lets her feet dangle. It is night of course, for what better time is there for a star to be out, even a star who is no longer a star? She knows instinctively that she is dreaming, since it has been months since she and Tristran have visited the wall, and longer still since Tristran has crossed the threshold from one realm into the other. The one time she broached the subject with him out of curiousity, he merely turned to look at her and smiled. “Why go back? I have everything I need right here.”
She thinks she understands the sentiment. Yes, there are times when she misses what she once was, misses her sisters with a pain in her heart that she knows has nothing to do with the beating organ in her chest, but she has gained so much. She is not less with Tristran, she is more.
As though the mere thought of him has the power to summon him, Tristran is now standing by the wall. He looks up at her, she looks down at him, this man who won her heart.
“We’re dreaming you know,” she tells him.
“Oh, I know,” he says agreeably. “It’s been ages since we visited the wall.”
“Do you dream of it?” she asks softly.
“Occasionally” he admits, “though less and less these days. But I often dream of you.”
She smiles at his words. “Whose dream are we in?” she asks. “Mine or yours?”
“Yours,” he says with certainty.
“How can you tell?”
“In mine, it’s usually daylight so I can see your hair in the sunlight.”
Tristran offers her his hand to help her down from her perch. She accepts it, coming down as gracefully as possible given that her leg has never quite fully healed and lets him pull her into his arms. Behind him, the sun is rising.
She wakes to feel Tristan leaving a trail of kisses down her throat and she smiles, before rolling herself on top of him.
“Hello,” he says smiling up at her, his hair mussed from sleep.
She gives him his own hello in the form of a long, unhurried kiss. His hands roam up her back, playing with the ends of her hair.
“The dream was good,” he tells her, “but I have to say I prefer the reality.”
He kisses her and they stay like that for some time before he asks, “ Yvaine, do you ever regret losing your heart to me?”
She shakes her head. “You cannot lose something that you have freely given to another. Loss implies it was taken away and is now gone. To give something, implies choice. Free will. I chose to give you my heart. It was a fair trade, after all I got yours in return.”
His smile shines as brightly as a star.
“Now, enough talking,” she says briskly, before kissing him again.
She is queen of all Stormhold and a force to be reckoned with when those she deems hers are threatened. He is her king, the balance to her infamous temper and the cause of her laughter. Even to anyone who knows her origin and their shared history, it might seem a strange pairing; a creature of night, and one of day and somehow she knows there could not be a better match for her.
Re: i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart); Tristran/Yvaine: pg
Your characterization of them is spot on, and I liked Yvaine's little edge of snark at the end there. ;)
YAY thank you!
Re: i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart); Tristran/Yvaine: pg
I would like to offer it to you. It is vast. It contains multitudes.
Re: i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart); Tristran/Yvaine: pg