Ken Statton (keytothecastle) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2010-02-21 14:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | ivy statton, ken statton |
Won't Let Me Be [tag: Ivy]
The dreams have always come and gone, ever since he was young. Ken is used to that. He's accepted it, the way you accept you need glasses. As long as he gets enough sleep, he's never thought it mattered to his life. Of course, recently, he's worried about Ivy, about what it means that she dreams too, about her talk about magic.
Still. None of that braced him for this.
The dream tonight is more solid and real than any of the others have been. More solid and real than life is when he's awake. It's snowing, lightly, and he's waiting, cross and nervous, for his fool of a little brother to get back with his sword. It's his first big tournament, his first chance to test his skill against real knights. And his bloody squire couldn't be bothered to hold on to a sword. His father puts a hand on his arm for a moment.
"He'll be back in a minute," he says. "Just keep your mind on what you'll have to do when he does."
Wart comes running up, breathless, as if he's run all the way. He's still awkward angles, though he's sprung up to be just under Kay's own height in the last few months. "Here." He presents a sword that's not Kay's, which triggers more frustration. He reaches to take - probably wouldn't even be balanced right.
It's perfect. Elegant, much finer than any sword he's ever held. It seems to hum in his hand.
It's the only time he'll hold Excalibur as if he might use it.
Ken wakes up shaking and feeling more like the man that grew out of that boy than he ever has. He tries to get up without waking Ivy. He needs a drink.