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Simulacra (NC-17)
Written by Vanwa Hravani09 November 2011 | 30013 words | Work in Progress
XXVII
‘Spare me your apologies. You were my big brother! You were supposed to protect me for Valar’s sake! You were supposed to keep me safe from that kind of thing! Or at the very least, help me cope.’
‘I didn’t know! Dammit, ‘Mir, I didn’t know! I had no idea he was….Dammit, I was a just a stupid kid.’
‘Forgive me if I have no sympathy for you. You were five years older. How do you think I felt? Why don’t you fucking leave me alone? Just go away!’
‘Look Faramir, I’m sorry for the stuff that happened to you. I am so so sorry. But that doesn’t mean you have to live like this now. You can still change this. You don’t have to let him win, keep winning. Let me help you…’
‘What would you know about it? Just get out.’
‘Listen, little brother, please. I care what happens to you. You know that. If I could undo all this…’
‘Don’t go over it anymore, Boromir. It’s done. We all did what we did, and this is who I am now. I’ll leave for the Rangers soon anyway. Let it be.’
‘Mir…’
‘Just let it be.’
Boromir’s eyes flashed with one last hard look at his brother, fists clenched. When he got no response, he turned abruptly away from his frustration and strode away.
Alone in the courtyard garden, Faramir slumped against a carved pillar, his forehead leaning hard into the living rock. Just let it be. Everything had already happened; no point in changing things now. Too complicated. Just let it be. It would all end eventually anyway. Just wait him out. Wait.
‘Haldir — Haldir, come back to us. Come back to your friends, the people who love you. We’re here and we miss you. Please Haldir – come back. We want to help you.’
A thin hand waved vaguely, dismissing.
No. Go ‘way. Can’t help me. Who I am now. Leave me here. Leave me.
‘Haldir, I’m sitting with you. I’m holding you close. I’m not letting you go.’
Get off! Leave me be. Just sitting here. Waiting. Til it’s over.
‘I had the dream again.’
Interested silence.
‘He was there again. By the fountain. He’s real. Somewhere. Maybe sometime. I know he’s real.’
Hope.
A start.
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I am looking forward to reading more of this – I adore all of the undercurrents in their relationship.
— pinbot Wednesday 6 August 2008, 20:25 #