This is the first of a ten-part birthday drabble series, intended for elisi 's birthday; half completed three years ago and, finally, finished recently. I hope to get all posted tonight.
TITLE: “Have You Ever Seen the Rain?”
CHARACTER: Spike, Illyria,
WORD COUNT: 100
A/N: From the Death of Beowulf ~ “Beowulf spoke, despite his wounds. (He knew well he'd seen the last of this world's joys, that he'd numbered his last day.) “Now should I give my sons my battle garments, but fate did not grant that I have sons. I ruled the people fifty winters. Not one king among the neighbouring peoples dared greet me with a sword; I feared no one. I awaited my destiny well: never did I plot a quarrel, never did I swear an unjust oath. I take joy in this, despite a mortal wound. The Ruler of Mankind will not charge that I murdered a kinsman when my life departs this body.”
Part One: “Have You Ever Seen the Rain?”
She witnessed the fluttering of the Pet's eyelids; familiar scar obscured by the red life that fled him.
She felt a hand; feeble even for a mortal, inflict pressure on hers.
His breath hissed; nearly inaudible, the Pet uttered one word.
Muscle tightened, unaware it didn't exist.
“Hair's the wrong colour.”
A smile played on her lips; unwitnessed, for he could not see.
Heavens' tears were heavy in the air; redolent of Autumn and The Fall.
“Have you ever seen the rain?”
There was puzzlement on her face, she knew.
Then she saw with his clarity; blind as he was.
The Pet slipped away, as the rain fell.
Goddess watch over us all,