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Trinity Blood ficlet: Fool's mate
The mirror-version of Endgame. Inspired by a comment by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
levyrasputin.
Character death. William and Isaak at the end of the game.
Fool’s mate
Disclaimer: Trinity Blood belongs to Sunao Yoshida, Gonzo and others.
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The end will come soon, Isaak has no illusions about that but what does surprise him is the sight of William’s distorted face in his fading vision.
“You’re not meant to die!”
William is shaking him, yelling inanities but the blood loss is already too great.
“Damn you, Isaak. You’re meant to…”
“What?” It’s hard to even form the word. He can taste his own blood.
“You were meant to fix this, fix me… somehow.”
It costs him the last of his fading strength to reach up and cup William’s cheek with broken fingers. “You always… were… a fool.”
And then the rain starts to fall, cold and hard, splattering against the iron bridge like shrapnel. They’ll never reach him in time. After all, who’d come to somewhere as clichéd as Tower Bridge at this time of night?
It seems like William is calling his name again but it’s so hard to even think about opening his eyes. His hand is still against William’s cheek but that’s because William is holding it there. The stone at his back and beneath him is damp, leaching the heat from him. Death will come quickly.
When help finally arrives, William is standing in his shirt-sleeves in the rain, his back to a freshly covered corpse.
“It wasn’t him; it was me.”
His words are lost to the downpour but that doesn’t make much of a difference anyway, because they’d make no sense to anyone but himself and a dead man.
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Fool’s mate is the quickest possible form of checkmate in chess.
“Be my saviour
And I'll be your downfall.”
- Matchbox Twenty (Downfall)
And since today seems to be opposites day: Pleasures too, which is a reversal of Lies more or less. I’m getting dangerously close to bastardising Arabian mythology at this point.
Also, just so I remember where I put this. I may well be over-thinking the sentiment.
levyrasputin.Character death. William and Isaak at the end of the game.
Fool’s mate
Disclaimer: Trinity Blood belongs to Sunao Yoshida, Gonzo and others.
++++++++++
The end will come soon, Isaak has no illusions about that but what does surprise him is the sight of William’s distorted face in his fading vision.
“You’re not meant to die!”
William is shaking him, yelling inanities but the blood loss is already too great.
“Damn you, Isaak. You’re meant to…”
“What?” It’s hard to even form the word. He can taste his own blood.
“You were meant to fix this, fix me… somehow.”
It costs him the last of his fading strength to reach up and cup William’s cheek with broken fingers. “You always… were… a fool.”
And then the rain starts to fall, cold and hard, splattering against the iron bridge like shrapnel. They’ll never reach him in time. After all, who’d come to somewhere as clichéd as Tower Bridge at this time of night?
It seems like William is calling his name again but it’s so hard to even think about opening his eyes. His hand is still against William’s cheek but that’s because William is holding it there. The stone at his back and beneath him is damp, leaching the heat from him. Death will come quickly.
When help finally arrives, William is standing in his shirt-sleeves in the rain, his back to a freshly covered corpse.
“It wasn’t him; it was me.”
His words are lost to the downpour but that doesn’t make much of a difference anyway, because they’d make no sense to anyone but himself and a dead man.
++++++++++
Fool’s mate is the quickest possible form of checkmate in chess.
“Be my saviour
And I'll be your downfall.”
- Matchbox Twenty (Downfall)
And since today seems to be opposites day: Pleasures too, which is a reversal of Lies more or less. I’m getting dangerously close to bastardising Arabian mythology at this point.
Also, just so I remember where I put this. I may well be over-thinking the sentiment.