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invoking_uraniaTitle: Love Shines Through
Fandom: Dresden Files
Rating: PG
Genre: Vignette
Words: 400
Notes/Warnings: Spoilers for Changes, as this is set during that novel. Religious themes, but no more so than canon. Also mentioned Harry/Susan. Done for the theme 'Blood made her heart change its beating' for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Susan's life wasn't supposed to go like this, and she's still coming to terms with that, years later. But some things remain important.
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files copyright Jim Butcher and this derivative work was created without permission.
It seemed stupid. Give a part-vampire a holy sword -- give her a holy sword that had burned her before -- and tell her that if she swore to use it to defend her daughter, it wouldn't harm her.
Then again, that was how it was supposed to work, wasn't it? You have nothing to fear if you have good intentions. Shame that wasn't how my life had been going, ever since I decided to follow my boyfriend into a Red Court party without an invitation. One that was designed to get him killed, and nearly had me as the murder weapon.
But, here, when I took Amoracchius, swearing my intentions to a piece of steel and legend, I felt a warm glow, not burning heat. More like sunbathing, or a day at the beach in my childhood.
I still felt weird standing with Karrin Murphy and Sanya -- the cop and the knight, both warriors in the open rather than the guerrilla I'd become. But, we were here for the same thing. For Maggie, who had lost two families -- one that might have been, and one that was -- to the Red Court. For Harry, who had seen the Red Court try to kill everything he'd love at one point or another. For all the other victims over the years, even before the war brought it to the point where the White Council had to do something.
And maybe even for me. I don't know.
I haven't been religious for a while. Maybe since we stopped going to church once my grandmother died. Maybe not even then. But I still knew the words, and felt the power of them, sitting, colored by the gold and green of stained glass as I listened as a child.
"The greatest of these is love" might be appropriate, given the name of the sword I bore, and that of its sisters. But, instead I thought of the psalm, the one that goes 'though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil'.
Even with the presence of such divine artifacts, I wondered if my lack of fear was based more on who was walking by my side, and who we were walking for. Love, it seems, does have a way of coming through.
Fandom: Dresden Files
Rating: PG
Genre: Vignette
Words: 400
Notes/Warnings: Spoilers for Changes, as this is set during that novel. Religious themes, but no more so than canon. Also mentioned Harry/Susan. Done for the theme 'Blood made her heart change its beating' for
31days_exchange for tablyn24.Summary: Susan's life wasn't supposed to go like this, and she's still coming to terms with that, years later. But some things remain important.
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files copyright Jim Butcher and this derivative work was created without permission.
It seemed stupid. Give a part-vampire a holy sword -- give her a holy sword that had burned her before -- and tell her that if she swore to use it to defend her daughter, it wouldn't harm her.
Then again, that was how it was supposed to work, wasn't it? You have nothing to fear if you have good intentions. Shame that wasn't how my life had been going, ever since I decided to follow my boyfriend into a Red Court party without an invitation. One that was designed to get him killed, and nearly had me as the murder weapon.
But, here, when I took Amoracchius, swearing my intentions to a piece of steel and legend, I felt a warm glow, not burning heat. More like sunbathing, or a day at the beach in my childhood.
I still felt weird standing with Karrin Murphy and Sanya -- the cop and the knight, both warriors in the open rather than the guerrilla I'd become. But, we were here for the same thing. For Maggie, who had lost two families -- one that might have been, and one that was -- to the Red Court. For Harry, who had seen the Red Court try to kill everything he'd love at one point or another. For all the other victims over the years, even before the war brought it to the point where the White Council had to do something.
And maybe even for me. I don't know.
I haven't been religious for a while. Maybe since we stopped going to church once my grandmother died. Maybe not even then. But I still knew the words, and felt the power of them, sitting, colored by the gold and green of stained glass as I listened as a child.
"The greatest of these is love" might be appropriate, given the name of the sword I bore, and that of its sisters. But, instead I thought of the psalm, the one that goes 'though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil'.
Even with the presence of such divine artifacts, I wondered if my lack of fear was based more on who was walking by my side, and who we were walking for. Love, it seems, does have a way of coming through.
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Date: 2011-03-15 01:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-03-15 01:56 am (UTC)