Down...
....and down....
..........and down....
His body drifted downward as it shifted weightless in the water,
buoyed by the salt-stuffed molecules of the ocean. Until he started trading air for water...
It was like going back in Time, sinking like a stone from one end of
the universe to the other. The more he swallowed, the more it pulled him down. His arms extended above him, fingers fanning through a veil of bubbles as he slowly released his last breath. Only a pocket of air would remain, enough to allow the water to spring from him like a fountain later.
Held suspended in those bubbles of air were last thoughts and last words, last regrets and not-so-sudden realizations, given to the ocean as a witness as if this were his Last Moment Ever. Of course it was all a lie; the immortal don't die they just become useless.
And when was his last useful purpose? The cynic in him says it was in 1192, when he fought the Devil Himself and managed to win. If you call that winning, he was prone to say. But that is also a lie, for he has been purposeful in his own purposeless way but as usual has failed to properly see it.
He has a real "forest for the trees" syndrome.
He has protected his friends. He has helped Wales haul itself up by its bootstraps. He has fought in countless battles, ever ready to throw his body into it when it counted. Even now, for is this not what he is doing even now? Though he has not protected his friends on every instance, though he is not perfect (god knows that). He has made mistakes, many mistakes. Just like everyone else.
But like waiting for Mithras to return to enact his vengeance, Davydd put himself in a holding pattern. He kept one foot on earth, the other in the grave. He's acted recklessly, ever on the edge of oblivion, or he's not acted at all. It is only just now, now that he is sinking, that he stops to think these things. Funny, had he stopped to think before going to London that night, he wouldn't be here. But then, where would he be?
Posted by rowan at October 12, 2005 02:01 PM