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adventdrabblesTitle: Passio Sancti Georgii
Universe: Kamen Rider Saber
Character(s): Ogami Ryo
Rating: U
Warnings: Spoilers for Kamen Rider Saber #13.
Summary: Leaning upon his sword, Ogami Ryo considers the fate of fathers and sons.
Length: 235 words
Author's Notes: Foradventdrabbles Day 07. also: external link.
Passio Sancti Georgii
The first Dragonic Knight, so they said, had been a Roman soldier, a man from Greece or Turkey, they said, a man who subdued a dragon, the heel of his boots upon its throat, his spear pointing downwards.
Blood in his mouth, Ogami Ryo lifted himself up, leaning against the hilt of his massive sword, looking on at the terrible and awesome shape of the new armour bequeathed the young novelist, Kamiyama Touma. This, he reflected, was the moment of truth, the apotheosis of all that the Wonder Ride Books meant, the thing that those forces who had conspired 15 years ago had failed to imagine; this was what Kento had sacrificed himself for.
Starkly, he recalled a portrait of Kento and his father that he had once seen in the wounded swordsman’s room, the two of them smiling up out of the photograph from somewhere in the distant past; he thought of his own son, Sora, and what he might feel if he was ever faced with such an ordeal as Kento had gone through in this moments when still the breath had rattled in his chest—and then, at the last, he thought of that first Dragonic Knight, the man of myth, that Roman soldier, martyred at the behest of Diocletian, they said, and, with blood on his tongue, he hoped that this was not the fate of all who wore such armour.
Universe: Kamen Rider Saber
Character(s): Ogami Ryo
Rating: U
Warnings: Spoilers for Kamen Rider Saber #13.
Summary: Leaning upon his sword, Ogami Ryo considers the fate of fathers and sons.
Length: 235 words
Author's Notes: For
adventdrabbles Day 07. also: external link.Passio Sancti Georgii
The first Dragonic Knight, so they said, had been a Roman soldier, a man from Greece or Turkey, they said, a man who subdued a dragon, the heel of his boots upon its throat, his spear pointing downwards.
Blood in his mouth, Ogami Ryo lifted himself up, leaning against the hilt of his massive sword, looking on at the terrible and awesome shape of the new armour bequeathed the young novelist, Kamiyama Touma. This, he reflected, was the moment of truth, the apotheosis of all that the Wonder Ride Books meant, the thing that those forces who had conspired 15 years ago had failed to imagine; this was what Kento had sacrificed himself for.
Starkly, he recalled a portrait of Kento and his father that he had once seen in the wounded swordsman’s room, the two of them smiling up out of the photograph from somewhere in the distant past; he thought of his own son, Sora, and what he might feel if he was ever faced with such an ordeal as Kento had gone through in this moments when still the breath had rattled in his chest—and then, at the last, he thought of that first Dragonic Knight, the man of myth, that Roman soldier, martyred at the behest of Diocletian, they said, and, with blood on his tongue, he hoped that this was not the fate of all who wore such armour.
