Again and Again
Mar. 16th, 2025 01:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
senmut posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
tales_of_faerunAgain and Again (500 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Characters: Vierna Do'Urden, Drizzt Do'Urden, Zaknafein Do'Urden
Additional Tags: Drabble Sequence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Loop, Temporary Character Death, Minor Appearances By Other Characters
Summary:
Listen to Me, My priestess. The future hinges on your success, and I am giving you this glass of sand. As soon as you know that the path out has failed, crush it.
You will remember, as if from a dream, the choices made. This can continue until you win free — or My Abyssal Mother defeats the magic upon you, and thus Her city.
As Vierna saw Maya stalking Drizzt, with Briza cutting off her escape the other direction, she shattered the glass, and the sand spilled out, before her wean son could die in front of her very eyes.
Hazy recollections of an unguarded moment with her wean-son led Vierna to keep a tighter rein on her feelings for the boy. They made it almost to the time of schooling, and he betrayed his faerie heart to their mother at the worst moment, on the verge of learning to be an adult.
Vierna wept in her heart, but walked outside of the temple-school to a courtyard and crushed the glass of sand beneath her heel.
She had to succeed, either with him at her side, or sent far from them so she could destroy Lloth's hold on her House.
Absolute horror descended upon Vierna as events following the raid spiraled out of her control and guidance. If there was one man in all of existence that held as much of her care as her wean-son, it was the Weapon Master.
The only thing she could do was to throw out a web spell to hinder pursuit of her son. She dared not crush the glass of sand in the chapel itself, or while the focus of Lloth was so close at hand. No, she could bide her time, and force herself to imprint all of her revulsion to memory.
They were on the cusp of escape, and her wean-son was too drugged, too … broken by the unholy ritual that she had failed to protect him from. His slowness to obey might have won praise from her any other time, but now it was only costing them precious time.
When the Weapon Master failed to appear, after being certain of his alliance in this, she knew, bitterly, that she had failed again. She took hold of Drizzt by the back of his neck, pushing their foreheads together.
"I do love you, my stubborn one. Next time, we will do this!"
This time, as Drizzt tried to process revelations in the gym, Vierna was there, finger over her lips, holding a pack. She took his hand, and they went in, where again, silence was cautioned at Zak, before a flurry of signs were thrown.
The trio all but ran from the House, hearing the threat gearing up to take them all to the Abyss on Lloth's altar.
They didn't stop moving for most of a day, nor was there time for words.
Far enough away to feel safe, Vierna checked for the glass of sand to find it gone at last.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Characters: Vierna Do'Urden, Drizzt Do'Urden, Zaknafein Do'Urden
Additional Tags: Drabble Sequence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Loop, Temporary Character Death, Minor Appearances By Other Characters
Summary:
Vhaeraun needs her to succeed. No matter how many times it takes.
Again and Again
Listen to Me, My priestess. The future hinges on your success, and I am giving you this glass of sand. As soon as you know that the path out has failed, crush it.
You will remember, as if from a dream, the choices made. This can continue until you win free — or My Abyssal Mother defeats the magic upon you, and thus Her city.
As Vierna saw Maya stalking Drizzt, with Briza cutting off her escape the other direction, she shattered the glass, and the sand spilled out, before her wean son could die in front of her very eyes.
Hazy recollections of an unguarded moment with her wean-son led Vierna to keep a tighter rein on her feelings for the boy. They made it almost to the time of schooling, and he betrayed his faerie heart to their mother at the worst moment, on the verge of learning to be an adult.
Vierna wept in her heart, but walked outside of the temple-school to a courtyard and crushed the glass of sand beneath her heel.
She had to succeed, either with him at her side, or sent far from them so she could destroy Lloth's hold on her House.
Absolute horror descended upon Vierna as events following the raid spiraled out of her control and guidance. If there was one man in all of existence that held as much of her care as her wean-son, it was the Weapon Master.
The only thing she could do was to throw out a web spell to hinder pursuit of her son. She dared not crush the glass of sand in the chapel itself, or while the focus of Lloth was so close at hand. No, she could bide her time, and force herself to imprint all of her revulsion to memory.
They were on the cusp of escape, and her wean-son was too drugged, too … broken by the unholy ritual that she had failed to protect him from. His slowness to obey might have won praise from her any other time, but now it was only costing them precious time.
When the Weapon Master failed to appear, after being certain of his alliance in this, she knew, bitterly, that she had failed again. She took hold of Drizzt by the back of his neck, pushing their foreheads together.
"I do love you, my stubborn one. Next time, we will do this!"
This time, as Drizzt tried to process revelations in the gym, Vierna was there, finger over her lips, holding a pack. She took his hand, and they went in, where again, silence was cautioned at Zak, before a flurry of signs were thrown.
The trio all but ran from the House, hearing the threat gearing up to take them all to the Abyss on Lloth's altar.
They didn't stop moving for most of a day, nor was there time for words.
Far enough away to feel safe, Vierna checked for the glass of sand to find it gone at last.
