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Fandom: Last of the Mohicans
Claim: None
Status: Complete
Rating: G
Summary: Inspired by the lyrics to the John Mayer song, "Say." Uncas has never been a man of many words.
Warnings: None
Have no fear for giving in
Have no fear for getting older
You better know that in the end its better to say too much
Than to never to say what you need to say again
Even if your hands are shaking
And your faith is broken
Even as the eyes are closing
Do it with a heart wide open
Say what you need to say
~
Uncas had never been a man of many words. He had never needed them. His brother, Nathaniel, spoke plenty. Words, to Uncas, were best used sparingly. Words had power.
When he was young, Uncas had learned the white man’s words and the white man’s books. He had learned how the white man could twist his words and turn them into something different, perverse. Nathaniel had earned more than a split lip over words when they were boys in the schoolhouse.
Words were unnecessary. He did not need words to track a deer or make his shot. He needed few words to give thanks, even less to communicate with his father and Nathaniel. He understood them fine, words or not.
And then he met the girl with the golden hair. Alice. And it seemed the words he had were not enough. He watched her, in the shadow of her sister, as roses bloomed in her cheeks at the climb. Her skirts became matted with mud, and still her hair shone in the light. And he still had no words for his fascination.
They walked on in silence, the gentle pressure of her hand in his stealing all his words away.
And when the world was madness, the words finally came to him. He looked to her as the machete sliced into him again and his vision clouded. As Uncas eyes began to close, his heart was open.
Alice looked to Uncas’ body on the rocks below and took a step back. The words were never necessary.
Fandom: Last of the Mohicans
Claim: None
Status: Complete
Rating: G
Summary: Inspired by the lyrics to the John Mayer song, "Say." Uncas has never been a man of many words.
Warnings: None
Have no fear for giving in
Have no fear for getting older
You better know that in the end its better to say too much
Than to never to say what you need to say again
Even if your hands are shaking
And your faith is broken
Even as the eyes are closing
Do it with a heart wide open
Say what you need to say
~
Uncas had never been a man of many words. He had never needed them. His brother, Nathaniel, spoke plenty. Words, to Uncas, were best used sparingly. Words had power.
When he was young, Uncas had learned the white man’s words and the white man’s books. He had learned how the white man could twist his words and turn them into something different, perverse. Nathaniel had earned more than a split lip over words when they were boys in the schoolhouse.
Words were unnecessary. He did not need words to track a deer or make his shot. He needed few words to give thanks, even less to communicate with his father and Nathaniel. He understood them fine, words or not.
And then he met the girl with the golden hair. Alice. And it seemed the words he had were not enough. He watched her, in the shadow of her sister, as roses bloomed in her cheeks at the climb. Her skirts became matted with mud, and still her hair shone in the light. And he still had no words for his fascination.
They walked on in silence, the gentle pressure of her hand in his stealing all his words away.
And when the world was madness, the words finally came to him. He looked to her as the machete sliced into him again and his vision clouded. As Uncas eyes began to close, his heart was open.
Alice looked to Uncas’ body on the rocks below and took a step back. The words were never necessary.