valmora | Fanfiction

Yeah. I write fanfiction, occasionally. I've written two "Romeo and Juliet" fanfics (Mercutio/Benvolio [unrequited] slash), and a couple of R:tC drabbles. One of them is bad, and that's the one I wrote at my friend's urging. Alexander/Darius III. The other one is suggested Cleitus/Cassandra and gives spoilers for later in the series (dude, where's the slash, you ask, and I say, there isn't any - it's het). Personally, I think Cleitus in the series was two-timing either Ptolemy or Cassandra with the other. Or something. *shrugs* Don't think they would have cared much, anyway, in those days.

She screams at the blood on her hands, dark in the shadows of her palms like his skin in the light of the sun. Lies there, sobbing, while he speaks to Alexander, their Great King, and as he offers her his spear and tells her to be Alexander's Speed, for him.

How can he be so calm? She is not; cannot be. It was her blade in his chest; he would not be turning the sand red, had he not protected Alexander, when she attacked in her haze.

She thinks, distantly, We are all the Great King's, more than we are each others'. And for some reason, that isn't depressing at all, this service that defines them.

Cassandra holds the spear and promises, because even if she cannot keep Cleitus, Alexander must keep his Speed.