Blue Eyes Blazing Bright [Oneshot, Complete]
Feb 13, 2011 19:59:23 GMT -8
Post by Caelum on Feb 13, 2011 19:59:23 GMT -8
My MLP muse is still sleeping like a rock, but I managed to poke her awake long enough to churn this out. 
It's hot-off-the-press and unedited, but I don't really care at the moment cuz it's flashfic and flashfic is SUPPOSED to be like that, right? Besides, I'm an English major, so there aren't any TERRIBLE grammatical issues. (Unless there are, in which case I blame the fact that it is 11 o'clock and my brain shuts off around 10.)
So. You can blame the existence of this on LM's MLP vids, which she has put on display in the General Section. Watching all the Rescue at Midnight Castle clips made me wanna do this. I've had the idea bouncing around for a while, I just never got around to writing it...until now. ;D
So. Here we are. And for the record--this is not a what-if or an experiment. This is part of my standard headcanon.
~~~
Blue Eyes Blazing Bright
When Scorpan first saw her, he thought she was an Elf. One of the ones who Tirak hadn't caught, who'd managed to escape when that monster invaded their kingdom and enslaved their people. She really did look like an Elf, especially from afar--she was small and slight, and her hair was certainly blonde enough, and even from this distance he could tell that she had fine, delicate facial features--and for a moment his heart sped up, and he nearly dared to hope. If one of his people was here, with the ponies, fighting, then maybe--maybe--
It wasn't until he got closer that he realized that there was something distinctly un-Elfin about her. She was something...lesser. Or maybe something more. Or maybe just something else. He wasn't sure.
But her hair was still that brilliant blonde, and her eyes were a bright, bright blue. A startlingly familiar shade of blue.
"Hey, Scorp, watch this!"
"Lenn, don't, you'll fall--!"
It hurt, remembering his brother, even though Lenn had died years ago. Lenn had died years ago, and Scorpan hadn't been able to protect him. He'd always been able to protect him, like a proper big brother. And like a proper little brother, Lenn had always seen fit to get into some sort of trouble. Usually involving falling, because the wannabe-monkey had always been climbing all over the place, and it was inevitable that he'd end up obeying the law of gravity at some point. But Scorpan had always been there to catch him. To keep him safe.
At least until Tirak showed up.
Scorpan hadn't been there to stop his little brother's final fall.
But now the girl was falling--this strange, non-Elfin girl, with her bright blue eyes open wide in fear as she plummeted down from a stratodon's grasp.
Scorpan reacted on long-dormant instincts and took off after her.
He caught her mere inches before she hit the ground, and quickly dropped her to the grass. She stared up at him with those blue eyes--blue eyes, he realized, that were achingly familiar in shape and shade and pattern.
"Whew! That was a close one!"
"You idiot! You could have died!"
"Yeah, that's what makes it fun!"
He pushed the memory away.
She wasn't an Elf. It pained him to admit it, because for a moment he had hoped--hoped that something was up, that the remnants of his people had maybe finally joined up with the Ponies, that Majesty was maybe finally doing something.
That last one was what he'd been hoping for most. Majesty had done extremely little to help the Elves' plight. Why she didn't offer assistance, he had no idea--but her lack of action made him feel just a little better about the attacks he was regularly ordered to lead on Dream Valley.
If only this girl was an Elf, if only they'd joined forces, if only Majesty would do something...
But she wasn't an Elf, he didn't know what she was, exactly--but he could tell that she didn't belong here. There was no reason for her to be here.
So he told her to leave. To run away. This wasn't her world, and this wasn't her fight.
If she left now...it would spare her so much pain.
She screamed and shouted and tried to hit him.
"You are the worst brother in the entire world, you know that?"
"No, I'm just responsible."
"I don't care! You never let me do anything!"
"Lenn..."
"I hate you!"
But Lenn had always come back around after a day or so. It was hard for either of them to stay angry at the other forever. They were brothers, and they took the world on together, blue eyes blazing fierce. A team, until the day they weren't.
"This is our kingdom, this is our castle, these are our people, and if he thinks he can just waltz in here with a bag of swirly darkness and take it for himself, he's got another think coming!"
"You're a monster, do you hear me? A MONSTER!"
Given the things he'd done over the last century, he was inclined to agree. But that righteous fury...like her eyes, it was achingly familiar.
He chanced one last glance at her as his stratodon flew away. She was glaring up at him, eyes lit with blue fire, her fine features twisted in a scowl.
But other than her expression and her attitude and her eyes, he told himself, she looked nothing like Lenn.
Her hair was completely the wrong color.
It's hot-off-the-press and unedited, but I don't really care at the moment cuz it's flashfic and flashfic is SUPPOSED to be like that, right? Besides, I'm an English major, so there aren't any TERRIBLE grammatical issues. (Unless there are, in which case I blame the fact that it is 11 o'clock and my brain shuts off around 10.)
So. You can blame the existence of this on LM's MLP vids, which she has put on display in the General Section. Watching all the Rescue at Midnight Castle clips made me wanna do this. I've had the idea bouncing around for a while, I just never got around to writing it...until now. ;D
So. Here we are. And for the record--this is not a what-if or an experiment. This is part of my standard headcanon.
~~~
Blue Eyes Blazing Bright
When Scorpan first saw her, he thought she was an Elf. One of the ones who Tirak hadn't caught, who'd managed to escape when that monster invaded their kingdom and enslaved their people. She really did look like an Elf, especially from afar--she was small and slight, and her hair was certainly blonde enough, and even from this distance he could tell that she had fine, delicate facial features--and for a moment his heart sped up, and he nearly dared to hope. If one of his people was here, with the ponies, fighting, then maybe--maybe--
It wasn't until he got closer that he realized that there was something distinctly un-Elfin about her. She was something...lesser. Or maybe something more. Or maybe just something else. He wasn't sure.
But her hair was still that brilliant blonde, and her eyes were a bright, bright blue. A startlingly familiar shade of blue.
"Hey, Scorp, watch this!"
"Lenn, don't, you'll fall--!"
It hurt, remembering his brother, even though Lenn had died years ago. Lenn had died years ago, and Scorpan hadn't been able to protect him. He'd always been able to protect him, like a proper big brother. And like a proper little brother, Lenn had always seen fit to get into some sort of trouble. Usually involving falling, because the wannabe-monkey had always been climbing all over the place, and it was inevitable that he'd end up obeying the law of gravity at some point. But Scorpan had always been there to catch him. To keep him safe.
At least until Tirak showed up.
Scorpan hadn't been there to stop his little brother's final fall.
But now the girl was falling--this strange, non-Elfin girl, with her bright blue eyes open wide in fear as she plummeted down from a stratodon's grasp.
Scorpan reacted on long-dormant instincts and took off after her.
He caught her mere inches before she hit the ground, and quickly dropped her to the grass. She stared up at him with those blue eyes--blue eyes, he realized, that were achingly familiar in shape and shade and pattern.
"Whew! That was a close one!"
"You idiot! You could have died!"
"Yeah, that's what makes it fun!"
He pushed the memory away.
She wasn't an Elf. It pained him to admit it, because for a moment he had hoped--hoped that something was up, that the remnants of his people had maybe finally joined up with the Ponies, that Majesty was maybe finally doing something.
That last one was what he'd been hoping for most. Majesty had done extremely little to help the Elves' plight. Why she didn't offer assistance, he had no idea--but her lack of action made him feel just a little better about the attacks he was regularly ordered to lead on Dream Valley.
If only this girl was an Elf, if only they'd joined forces, if only Majesty would do something...
But she wasn't an Elf, he didn't know what she was, exactly--but he could tell that she didn't belong here. There was no reason for her to be here.
So he told her to leave. To run away. This wasn't her world, and this wasn't her fight.
If she left now...it would spare her so much pain.
She screamed and shouted and tried to hit him.
"You are the worst brother in the entire world, you know that?"
"No, I'm just responsible."
"I don't care! You never let me do anything!"
"Lenn..."
"I hate you!"
But Lenn had always come back around after a day or so. It was hard for either of them to stay angry at the other forever. They were brothers, and they took the world on together, blue eyes blazing fierce. A team, until the day they weren't.
"This is our kingdom, this is our castle, these are our people, and if he thinks he can just waltz in here with a bag of swirly darkness and take it for himself, he's got another think coming!"
"You're a monster, do you hear me? A MONSTER!"
Given the things he'd done over the last century, he was inclined to agree. But that righteous fury...like her eyes, it was achingly familiar.
He chanced one last glance at her as his stratodon flew away. She was glaring up at him, eyes lit with blue fire, her fine features twisted in a scowl.
But other than her expression and her attitude and her eyes, he told himself, she looked nothing like Lenn.
Her hair was completely the wrong color.
