Jul. 10th, 2023 08:18 pm
Gladiolus: Rememberance and Integrity
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I wanted to get at least one fan work done for Sunshine Challenge this year, and the prompt was perfect! Gladioli represent strength of character, faithfulness, and moral integrity, which I felt matched Damianos of Akielos to a T! I also managed to work "remembrance" in there too. Please enjoy this double drabble!
Title: Gladiolus
Fandom: Captive Prince (CS Pacat)
Ship: N/A
Rating: Teen & Up
Content Warnings: Canon Character Death, Brief Descriptions of Violence, Allusions to Abuse
Other Tags: Pre-Canon
Length: 200 words
Summary: Damen had killed a prince.
Damen had killed a prince. It wasn’t a point of pride or shame. Just a fact.
It had been an honourable way to die. They’d fought in single combat. Face-to-face. Auguste had run him through his shoulder, and Damen had run him through his heart. A quick death. Painless. Merciful, even. Had Auguste been an Akeilon, there would have been funeral games; he would have been offered their most joyous and noble afterlife.
Auguste had been his enemy, but he’d still had Damen’s respect. And Damen had given him a death reflective of that respect. The type of death he’d wish for himself.
He couldn’t have known that deep in the heart of Vere, there was now a boy who had no one to protect him. He wouldn’t know everything Auguste had shielded him from until it was too late.
There was a boy who fell into the clutches of evil because his brother wasn’t here to keep it from him. And that boy would become twisted and cold as he attempted to protect himself.
Because a death, even a painless and honourable one, is still a death. It leaves a hole. And, sometimes, that’s how the nightmares get in.
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They’d fought in single combat. Face-to-face. Auguste had run him through his shoulder, and Damen had run him through his heart.
I especially like the simplicity and heaviness of this line.
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Because a death, even a painless and honourable one, is still a death. It leaves a hole. And, sometimes, that’s how the nightmares get in.
Excellent! Thank you for sharing. :)
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