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fictionalized2012-12-12 10:54 pm
contemptibility) wrote in fictionalized2012-12-12 10:54 pm
fanfic; duet
Title: Duet
Series: The Legend of the Legendary Heroes
Character(s): Tiir & Ene.
Warnings: Spoilers for Dai DYD 12, mentions of blood and death.
Summary: How easy it is to forget, when nothing seems to change.
Note: Kagami, just give us more info on them so I can stop headcanoning already.
—
Duet
—
It began with the two of them.
—
To an outsider, they might seem like an odd combination: him, covered in black, and her, whose own darkness has been stolen away. He who bears the strongest type of God’s Eyes and has defied death countless times and she who bears the weakest and can only wait for her inevitable death—it started with them.
If anyone were to mention such a thing—such a contrast—to Tiir, he’d simply be amused. He’s not the strong one. At least, not compared to Ene. Certainly, he can fight where she can’t, and certainly, he defends the others while she remains secluded, hidden away from the world even more so.
Certainly, she needs his protection.
—But he needs her guidance, and so, which one of them is truly the necessary one?
For even if he may not agree with all her views, and even if he thinks her to be too soft-hearted, there’s no one whose judgment he trusts more.
There are plenty of people who can fight. There are plenty of people like Tiir.
As far as Tiir’s concerned, there will never be anyone else like Ene.
—
Blood seeps through his clothes, dyeing hers. An arrow’s lodged in his shoulder, and she knows that it certainly can’t not hurt, but he barely seems to notice as he moves, carrying her in his arms.
She watches his blood drip onto the ground with half-faded sight and idly wonders how many times he’s bled for others.
“It’ll be all right,” he says, smiling faintly down at her.
There’s the unspoken “I’ll protect you, no matter what.”
—
They saved each other.
Ene knows that, without Tiir, she wouldn’t be here right now, still breathing—still alive. Most God’s Eyes bearers don’t survive past childhood, after all.
She watches the children with eyes that can no longer see and thinks that perhaps they have a future. It’s a future that they who possess these eyes were never granted before.
Tiir saved them all.
Tiir is a hero, Ene thinks, even if he doesn’t realize it.
And Tiir knows that, without Ene, he wouldn’t be here right now, still fighting—still hoping. Most God’s Eyes bearers don’t dream of anything, after all.
He watches the children with eyes of someone who hasn’t given up yet and thinks that perhaps—no, definitely—they have a future. It’s a future that he’ll give them, even if it takes him the rest of his life.
Ene gave him—gave them all—the hope for such a future.
Ene is their leader, Tiir thinks, even if she stays within the shadows.
—
“Hey, Tiir,” Ene says suddenly, startling Tiir. “Do you ever think about the future?”
He tilts his head.
“What are you talking about?” he asks, before smiling wryly. “Aren’t we both always?”
She simply smiles at him.
—
It’s been a long time since either of them seemed to have aged a day. Ene is eternally stuck as a child; Tiir, barely an adult. Their aging is marked in other ways—through the tiredness that grows stronger in Ene’s expression, and through the anger in Tiir’s eyes that grows stronger every time he saves a God’s Eyes bearer and sees the horrors humans have put them through. Ene can almost see his hatred increase, even when one would think that to be impossible.
Sometimes, it seems like Tiir will never forgive humans. Ene knows he will, though. For though Tiir is cruel and for though Tiir is vicious—and how many times, in her visions, has she seen him soaked in the blood of humans?—Tiir is kind as well. He’s too kind to lead them all down a path that spells the end of them all—to give the children a world where only hatred thrives.
It’s all right, because Tiir has the time to change.
It’s easy for Tiir, though, to forget that even if he and Ene have been removed from the passing of time, nothing lasts forever.
—
“You know, most people would probably think we were fools,” Ene remarks. Tiir shrugs.
“Most people in this world are humans,” he reminds her, “and so I hardly think their opinion counts as valid.”
—
They’re fighting for a beautiful world.
In a sense, a world where the God’s Eyes bearers can live happily almost sounds too ideal to even be imagined, but they make do with what little optimism they have. One thing is certain, however—it’ll be a world where they don’t have to run away anymore.
If it’s a world where none of them still hate humans, then Ene thinks they’ll have accomplished a fair amount.
If it’s a world where his mistakes don’t cost his friends their lives, then Tiir thinks they’d be getting there.
With her body dying further every time she uses her powers, Ene doubts she’ll live to see the new world. She wishes more than anything that Tiir will, though—and if she’s ever caught a glimpse of such happiness, she knows that it’s because of him.
Tiir will make sure they all live to see things change. That’s what he’s fighting for, after all—a world for all of them. The world as it is has taken enough of his friends’ lives. If he has any power at all, then he won’t let it take Ene’s as well.
—
“... Don't be so kind to me, Tiir. I'll become afraid of death.”
Tiir narrows his eyes.
“I’d like you to not die, if possible.”
—
Even though there are things that Ene needs to say to Ryner, a part of her wishes that her death would come sooner—before Tiir has to watch her die. He’s been damaged enough. She doesn’t want to have her last moments be spent hurting him even more.
But she hears his voice, yelling at Ryner and demanding that he protect her, and ah, well, she thinks. It’s too late for both of them.
The sword pierces her chest, as she smiles, and her breathing stops. She can’t even apologize to him.
—And Tiir screams.
—
It began with the two of them, but only one of them will ever get to see it to the end.
Series: The Legend of the Legendary Heroes
Character(s): Tiir & Ene.
Warnings: Spoilers for Dai DYD 12, mentions of blood and death.
Summary: How easy it is to forget, when nothing seems to change.
Note: Kagami, just give us more info on them so I can stop headcanoning already.
It began with the two of them.
To an outsider, they might seem like an odd combination: him, covered in black, and her, whose own darkness has been stolen away. He who bears the strongest type of God’s Eyes and has defied death countless times and she who bears the weakest and can only wait for her inevitable death—it started with them.
If anyone were to mention such a thing—such a contrast—to Tiir, he’d simply be amused. He’s not the strong one. At least, not compared to Ene. Certainly, he can fight where she can’t, and certainly, he defends the others while she remains secluded, hidden away from the world even more so.
Certainly, she needs his protection.
—But he needs her guidance, and so, which one of them is truly the necessary one?
For even if he may not agree with all her views, and even if he thinks her to be too soft-hearted, there’s no one whose judgment he trusts more.
There are plenty of people who can fight. There are plenty of people like Tiir.
As far as Tiir’s concerned, there will never be anyone else like Ene.
Blood seeps through his clothes, dyeing hers. An arrow’s lodged in his shoulder, and she knows that it certainly can’t not hurt, but he barely seems to notice as he moves, carrying her in his arms.
She watches his blood drip onto the ground with half-faded sight and idly wonders how many times he’s bled for others.
“It’ll be all right,” he says, smiling faintly down at her.
There’s the unspoken “I’ll protect you, no matter what.”
They saved each other.
Ene knows that, without Tiir, she wouldn’t be here right now, still breathing—still alive. Most God’s Eyes bearers don’t survive past childhood, after all.
She watches the children with eyes that can no longer see and thinks that perhaps they have a future. It’s a future that they who possess these eyes were never granted before.
Tiir saved them all.
Tiir is a hero, Ene thinks, even if he doesn’t realize it.
And Tiir knows that, without Ene, he wouldn’t be here right now, still fighting—still hoping. Most God’s Eyes bearers don’t dream of anything, after all.
He watches the children with eyes of someone who hasn’t given up yet and thinks that perhaps—no, definitely—they have a future. It’s a future that he’ll give them, even if it takes him the rest of his life.
Ene gave him—gave them all—the hope for such a future.
Ene is their leader, Tiir thinks, even if she stays within the shadows.
“Hey, Tiir,” Ene says suddenly, startling Tiir. “Do you ever think about the future?”
He tilts his head.
“What are you talking about?” he asks, before smiling wryly. “Aren’t we both always?”
She simply smiles at him.
It’s been a long time since either of them seemed to have aged a day. Ene is eternally stuck as a child; Tiir, barely an adult. Their aging is marked in other ways—through the tiredness that grows stronger in Ene’s expression, and through the anger in Tiir’s eyes that grows stronger every time he saves a God’s Eyes bearer and sees the horrors humans have put them through. Ene can almost see his hatred increase, even when one would think that to be impossible.
Sometimes, it seems like Tiir will never forgive humans. Ene knows he will, though. For though Tiir is cruel and for though Tiir is vicious—and how many times, in her visions, has she seen him soaked in the blood of humans?—Tiir is kind as well. He’s too kind to lead them all down a path that spells the end of them all—to give the children a world where only hatred thrives.
It’s all right, because Tiir has the time to change.
It’s easy for Tiir, though, to forget that even if he and Ene have been removed from the passing of time, nothing lasts forever.
“You know, most people would probably think we were fools,” Ene remarks. Tiir shrugs.
“Most people in this world are humans,” he reminds her, “and so I hardly think their opinion counts as valid.”
They’re fighting for a beautiful world.
In a sense, a world where the God’s Eyes bearers can live happily almost sounds too ideal to even be imagined, but they make do with what little optimism they have. One thing is certain, however—it’ll be a world where they don’t have to run away anymore.
If it’s a world where none of them still hate humans, then Ene thinks they’ll have accomplished a fair amount.
If it’s a world where his mistakes don’t cost his friends their lives, then Tiir thinks they’d be getting there.
With her body dying further every time she uses her powers, Ene doubts she’ll live to see the new world. She wishes more than anything that Tiir will, though—and if she’s ever caught a glimpse of such happiness, she knows that it’s because of him.
Tiir will make sure they all live to see things change. That’s what he’s fighting for, after all—a world for all of them. The world as it is has taken enough of his friends’ lives. If he has any power at all, then he won’t let it take Ene’s as well.
“... Don't be so kind to me, Tiir. I'll become afraid of death.”
Tiir narrows his eyes.
“I’d like you to not die, if possible.”
Even though there are things that Ene needs to say to Ryner, a part of her wishes that her death would come sooner—before Tiir has to watch her die. He’s been damaged enough. She doesn’t want to have her last moments be spent hurting him even more.
But she hears his voice, yelling at Ryner and demanding that he protect her, and ah, well, she thinks. It’s too late for both of them.
The sword pierces her chest, as she smiles, and her breathing stops. She can’t even apologize to him.
—And Tiir screams.
It began with the two of them, but only one of them will ever get to see it to the end.