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The gates of Minas Tirith were sundered, and the orcs poured in, trailing blood and filth behind them. Sousuke’s grief overwhelmed him, and for a moment he stood on the battlefield and stared at the sky. Above, the fell beasts circled, and their cries were of the domination of the world of men. Around him, the dense darkness before dawn was loud with the moans of the wounded, of the dying.
This was it — this was the end. Nobody came to the aid of Gondor, not even the long-awaited king, not even the Rohirrim from far away in the grasslands.
Still, Sousuke couldn’t let his spirit fail him. He was swordless. Casting around him, he found a slain guardsman. Whispering a quick apology he hefted up the sword, turning to head to the gates of his city. It was time to die, and he’d spend his life hewing down a fiend or two before an arrow caught him.
As he ran, he noticed something, though. There were shadows on the ground, cast long from the dying figures. The sun was finally rising on the agony of Minas Tirith, and it would be a red dawn.
But just then, beyond all hope, Sousuke heard the sound of trumpets ringing on the cliffs beside the city.
Trumpets? Sousuke paused and turned, staring up at the cliffs. More trumpets sounded, ushering in the dawn with the most beautiful music Sousuke had ever heard. Along the cliff were horses, battalions of them, poised for the downward gallop onto the field of battle.
One more trumpet and they were off. His heart caught in his throat, Sousuke watched them pour down the side of the steep hill and down onto the orcs below. The horsemen ploughed through the waiting pike-wielders like a wave through sand, trampling them into the grass of the field.
With the horsemen of the Rohirrim and the green banners of their houses came hope.
Feeling it renewed in his heart, Sousuke turned and ran toward the other battle front, desiring above all to fight beside these newcomers.
Later, hours later, Sousuke found himself on a hillock with a clutch of men. Some were his own companions from the guard of Minas Tirith, and some were men of the Rohirrim who through the misfortune of battle had lost their steeds.
The one beside Sousuke had a shock of fair hair and eyes as green as the grass of the fields of Rohan. They met each other’s gaze, taking stock of each other before Sousuke nodded grimly. This one was strong, and doughty, and would fight beside him until death took them both.
…And then, the man surprised him with the sweetest smile Sousuke had seen since the children were evacuated from the city.
"I am glad to fight beside you. Now you are my brother, for surely we will be born into our next lives together."
The man’s accent was strange, rolling and flavored with the hills of far away, but Sousuke couldn’t help but raise his fist in return.
"Brother, let us fight together. But now my soul does not long to join my comrades. Let us fight — and live to see the King enter the city."
The other man met his fist. Together they turned, and back pressed to back, and they warded off many foes. They were dangerous together, two men skilled with the sword, defending each other against wave after wave of torments, ever saving the other from arrow and axe.
Finally, after a time so interminable that Sousuke couldn’t properly count it, he saw from far away ships pull up along the river. They were dark ships, and for a moment his heart fell… but then he saw, unfurled, the banner of the king waving from the uppermost mast of the first ship.
Sousuke shouted, throwing his sword into the air and catching it again by the hilt.
"THE KING HAS COME!"
Before him, the orcs parted and turned, and southrons snarled their disapproval. From the boats a strange mist poured, and Sousuke’s wondering eyes saw host upon host of ghostly knights riding out into battle.
The man beside him quailed suddenly, gripping Sousuke by the arm while their foes were distracted.
"I — I have never seen the like of this. It is the men of legend, the ghosts from the Paths of the Dead."
"Do not fear. They aid us. See?" Sousuke put an arm around his companion’s shoulder, holding him close (despite sweat, despite blood, despite the gore of battle) to comfort him. "But now we are in the midst of war, my brother. Let us win back the city — save your fear for after the battle has ended!"
Rallying his spirit with the sound of Sousuke’s voice, the man took a breath and nodded, turning again to their own battle.
With the aid of the ghostly riders, it was not long at all before the field was cleared of their foes, save for the smoking heaps of the dead set to burn long into the night.
Standing side-by-side with what remained of their ragged band, Sousuke realized that he’d somehow survived. Both of them, beyond hope, to see the city regained.
"We lived, brother. What is your name?"
"Makoto — they call me ‘Iron Back.’" The other man looked just a little embarrassed, raising one hand to wipe a trickle of blood off his brow.
"I believe it," Sousuke chuckled. "I am Sousuke, of the guard of the city. Come with me, for you are now truly my brother, and I would offer you what food and healing I can, in what is left of my home."
They gazed upon each other then, in the light from the sun setting over the battlefield, and Sousuke felt his heart open and fill — with hope, and joy, and all the possibilities of a life after the war.
Makoto glanced at the encampment of horsemen on the edge of the battlefield, and then back at Sousuke.
"I will come with you, brother."
Smiling, they turned and walked together into the city.
TAN YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THE NOISES I MADE.
Oh the noises.
Sometimes in Comics
You’re reading it and your favorite character has this one friend they team up with all the time and it’s totally obvious they’re besties because whenever one of them gets an ongoing the other shows up for at least an issue.
And you love this other character and you love the romance or the friendship and then…
…then you pick up a comic and it’s not there.
Replaced? Not really. Although now the stories highlight another friendship your favorite character has and, okay, it’s not like the friendship is out of the blue. They’d teamed up once or twice.
But you aren’t sure what made that friendship superior to the one before it.
And the first friendship is never mentioned again.
And you just sit there going ‘why’ for years and years and years
and never get over it.
Now accepting volunteers to make out with me.
Totally had a dream
That I tried to remember, I did, and I even tried to write it down.
But my half asleep handwriting is more impossible to read than my regular handwriting and it’s been all day.
I was going to school (college classes) with a super smart friend. Who had amazing coding skills? (Because…?) And there was some sort of disaster/emergency that my friends’ super coding skills could fix/divert.
But my friend was from the future (???) and thus couldn’t help because it would violate the rules. So I lied to this older man who was in our class and was pressing them to help out about how their coding wasn’t all that great.
Then the old man stole my seat next to my friend and when I went to steal the old man’s seat a younger accomplice had already done so? A trio of girls motioned me to go sit by them and I did.
Someone in the class made a sexual comment (?) about me ‘not wanting to get stung’. The professor told them to STFU because he had been warned off about sexually harassing me.
By another best friend named Juan. And when I went to visit Juan I saw a girl get mugged I fought off the attacker and found out someone was in the hospital.
My future friend I think.
And then I started hallucinating about a girl who was dead?
I have the weirdest dreams.
Also S1 Leverage
Parker is a much more… serious character than she becomes later on?
Or, no, more serious than fandom presents.
Fandom focuses a lot on the weirder/quirky parts of Parker but then, so does the show.
We just watched The Stork Job and just…
There’s a lot about Parker and Hardison that gets explored in early S1.
GOD LEVERAGE IS SUCH A GOOD SHOW.
ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ This one is again a mix of requests I received.
You know when you have friends over and the loser has to use the ugly controller? Well, guess who is losing.
I hope you guys like it!
Steve’s polka dot pants!
He also lost some bet and has to wear the worst pajama pants in the house. It’s not a very good night for him.
Just want art and not talking at the top of my blog.
kyle rayner is a doofus, pass it on
thats-what-sidhe-said said: Ugh, I know that feeling. I’ve got tons of scenes written that I really like but I’m still struggling to get an outline down.
I really admire people who can outline their work. I just can’t.
I should’ve written like Steve/Sam outer-space AU where they fly the Free Bird and run blockades to deliver much needed supplies and Sam likes to space walk.
Wait what’s going on?
Sam/Steve big bang.
I’m just -
I don’t know why I sign up for big bangs.
I think this is my third but there might have been another one IDK.
And it always ends the same with me scrambling to make the minimum and while I like my fic it never feel like it goes anywhere.