Because someone is a horrible enabler (that and I am easy, but whatever), I am opening myself up to drabble requests in any of what may be one hundred fandoms, because I am a fandom *coughs* woman of loose virtue. Also Milliways, preferably characters I have interacted with. Or that Raven has interacted with, rather.
So.
*eyes
kentraine.*
Hit me.
So.
*eyes
Hit me.
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Raven/Oberon. Sort of.
The battle field smelled of fire and blood. Much of his precious forest had suffered, and yet he was victorious. The Coyote was missing, but with the geas on her spirit form, she could not have gone far. She would come crawling back soon enough. She had no choice, now.
Oberon surveyed the bare and smoking field with grim pleasure. The small centaur lay still on the grass, hands spattered with the melted metal of his inventions. Useless.
The little mage with his strange weapons and long braid still moved feebly, pinned to the ground with a faerie spear. He had life and power within him. A fitting offering to the Power, perhaps. Oberon had sensed a touch of the Lone Power inside that one as well. Perhaps It would favor this sacrifice.
And the wizard’s own power had not been enough. Her flame burned brightly, and much too quickly. Her oaths could not save her.
Blood dripped on her body from the Puck’s wings, torn and broken. The other fae clutches the shell of the assassin; face as pale and blank as marble. Those cool and unreadable eyes were closed forever, now. Oberon shakes his head. Mortals are so fragile.
But immortals... The king turns to Raven, who once again struggles to stand. “Fool,” Oberon says in a voice that is almost fond. “The battle is over. Your ragtag army has lost.” He drops to one knee before the spirit, pulling him upright.
Raven’s sightless eyes stare at nothing as he laughs into Oberon’s kiss.
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Now I am tempted to write doomy Oberon/Raven, with bonus crazy!bird.
*sighs*
Now see what you've done.