Apr. 14th, 2009 09:07 am
"Counterglow": 52 Flavours (31/52)
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savvyliterateTitle: "Counterglow," part of the "52 Flavours: The Sorceress and the Swordsman" compilation
Pairing/Characters: Lina/Gourry
Fandom: Slayers
Author's Notes: This story came about due to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
catgabriev on LiveJournal translating out the final scenes of the last Slayers novel. In that scene, Lina scraped Gourry up from the battlefield, gets him to an inn, tends to his injuries, and stays up all night watching over him. I swear, if that isn't fanfic fodder, I don't know what is! The lines from Gourry later in the fic are from the catgabriev-translated excerpt from novel#13.
Story#31: Counterglow
There was really no time to grieve. Not yet. Dazed, exhausted, Lina wearily turned in a circle and her heart suddenly stopped once more at the heap of blue, black, and blond - bits of red splattered over the ground.
"Gourry!" She tore over the clearing to his side, dropping to her knees. She gently rolled him onto his back and was rewarded with a groan for her efforts. It was the most beautiful sound she'd ever heard in her life.
Then she heard the buzz of commotion and assessed their surroundings. They'd been brought back to Sairaag, the magnificent city that was little more than a village at this point. Surely they've seen odder things in their time than a beaten-up man and woman magically appear. Really, does anyone not remember Copy Rezo? Lina stood, fixed the crowd with her best glare.
"Can't you see this man is injured?" she yelled. She pointed at several random men. "You and you, help me get him to the nearest inn! You!" She whirled around, jabbed her finger at a trembling young girl. "Find me a healer. Now. If none of you help me, you'll really feel the wrath of Lina Inverse!"
As she guessed, the mere intonation of her name spurred people into action. Within a half hour, Gourry had been carried to the closest inn, where money and several threats had secured them the best room. While the summoned healer did his magic and helped change Gourry into pajamas, Lina cast several spells of her own to ensure them complete privacy.
"He doesn't look as bad as he seems," the healer reassured Lina as she paid him. "He just needs to sleep now. He'll be fine in the morning."
"Thanks, Pops," Lina said tiredly, waving him off. She closed the door and leaned against it, closing her eyes. The weight of everything that had happened was starting to rapidly descend, but she couldn't think of that right now. Gourry needed her more.
And when, she thought, did I start putting Gourry's well-being above my own? Oh, right. Giga Slave. Stupid jellyfish.
She pushed herself off the door and plopped down in the chair next to the bed. Gourry muttered something in his sleep, then turned onto his side, as if he was trying to inch closer to her. Lina stared down at him, willing her mind to blank out. If she thought ... she'd break down.
"What are we going to doing, from now on? The two of us, I mean… we had agreed to travel together until we found a sword powerful enough to replace the Sword of Light… and we DID find it."
Gourry's words from not all that long ago suddenly sprang to mind.
"I don’t need a particular reason in order to travel with you. Traveling aimlessly… that’s fine, isn’t it?"
"Idiot," Lina muttered with a small smile. Because he was sleep, because her emotions were riding on edge, she found herself running her hand through his hair. She could have sworn that he leaned into her touch, but that definitely had to be a figment of her overtired imagination. She wanted to sleep and ... well, if anything happened to Gourry she'd have to hurt him. And that was that.
So she stayed up until dawn, absently stroking his hair and keeping watch over him.
Pairing/Characters: Lina/Gourry
Fandom: Slayers
Author's Notes: This story came about due to
catgabriev on LiveJournal translating out the final scenes of the last Slayers novel. In that scene, Lina scraped Gourry up from the battlefield, gets him to an inn, tends to his injuries, and stays up all night watching over him. I swear, if that isn't fanfic fodder, I don't know what is! The lines from Gourry later in the fic are from the catgabriev-translated excerpt from novel#13.Story#31: Counterglow
There was really no time to grieve. Not yet. Dazed, exhausted, Lina wearily turned in a circle and her heart suddenly stopped once more at the heap of blue, black, and blond - bits of red splattered over the ground.
"Gourry!" She tore over the clearing to his side, dropping to her knees. She gently rolled him onto his back and was rewarded with a groan for her efforts. It was the most beautiful sound she'd ever heard in her life.
Then she heard the buzz of commotion and assessed their surroundings. They'd been brought back to Sairaag, the magnificent city that was little more than a village at this point. Surely they've seen odder things in their time than a beaten-up man and woman magically appear. Really, does anyone not remember Copy Rezo? Lina stood, fixed the crowd with her best glare.
"Can't you see this man is injured?" she yelled. She pointed at several random men. "You and you, help me get him to the nearest inn! You!" She whirled around, jabbed her finger at a trembling young girl. "Find me a healer. Now. If none of you help me, you'll really feel the wrath of Lina Inverse!"
As she guessed, the mere intonation of her name spurred people into action. Within a half hour, Gourry had been carried to the closest inn, where money and several threats had secured them the best room. While the summoned healer did his magic and helped change Gourry into pajamas, Lina cast several spells of her own to ensure them complete privacy.
"He doesn't look as bad as he seems," the healer reassured Lina as she paid him. "He just needs to sleep now. He'll be fine in the morning."
"Thanks, Pops," Lina said tiredly, waving him off. She closed the door and leaned against it, closing her eyes. The weight of everything that had happened was starting to rapidly descend, but she couldn't think of that right now. Gourry needed her more.
And when, she thought, did I start putting Gourry's well-being above my own? Oh, right. Giga Slave. Stupid jellyfish.
She pushed herself off the door and plopped down in the chair next to the bed. Gourry muttered something in his sleep, then turned onto his side, as if he was trying to inch closer to her. Lina stared down at him, willing her mind to blank out. If she thought ... she'd break down.
"What are we going to doing, from now on? The two of us, I mean… we had agreed to travel together until we found a sword powerful enough to replace the Sword of Light… and we DID find it."
Gourry's words from not all that long ago suddenly sprang to mind.
"I don’t need a particular reason in order to travel with you. Traveling aimlessly… that’s fine, isn’t it?"
"Idiot," Lina muttered with a small smile. Because he was sleep, because her emotions were riding on edge, she found herself running her hand through his hair. She could have sworn that he leaned into her touch, but that definitely had to be a figment of her overtired imagination. She wanted to sleep and ... well, if anything happened to Gourry she'd have to hurt him. And that was that.
So she stayed up until dawn, absently stroking his hair and keeping watch over him.
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