Throne of Glass One Shots

Memories AU

Malide

Dorians eyes were shut. The visions were better then what lay in front of him.

'So Sorscha lifted her head, even as her mouth trembled, even as her eyes burned, and stared down the King of Adarlan.'

It was so similar. Dorian let tears stream his face. Sorscha was gone. He had lost the one girl he had truly loved to his father that day. Dorian thought he was done suffering that kind of loss, that pain. He didn't love this one. This one wasn't his. Not his to love and yet, his face was wet with tears.

Important.

Friend.

Ally.

Colleague.

These were all words to describe who they are, were to him. He shouldn't be this hurt, this scarred.

A scream sounded. It belonged to a girl. She must have just arrived, just seen the damage. The scream didn't stop it just kept going, kept wailing. When she ran out of breathe she just sucked in some more. Where she came Dorian didn't know. The walls were concrete and there was no windows. He couldn't remember the place of the door. In his mind he didn't think there was one. Clearly that wasn't true.

Dorian opened his eyes seeing the cruel world through scarred eyes. Through eyes that shouldn't be seeing what they were. Eyes that saw things that aged him several years. Several decades. Several centuries. He couldn't reclose them. He couldn't avoid what was before him any longer. His mind flashed back to Sorscha.

' "You destroyed everything I had, you deserve everything that's to come," she said. Then looked at Dorian, whose eyes were indeed wide, his face bone-white. "I was not suppose to love you. But I did. I do. And there is so much I wish... I wish we could have done together, seen together." '

The scream stopped. It replaced itself with sobs. The sobs of a broken heart. Dorian knew those sobs. Those were the same tears he cried when Sorscha left. No, not left. Left made it sound as though she had a choice, a decision. Sorscha was stolen from him, taken from this world, this life, against her will. She hadn't given consent to that torture, that fate.

' "No"

Chaol thought he had not heard it, the word that cleaved through the air just before the guard's mighty sword. That was all it took to sever Sorscha's head. The scream that erupted out of Dorian was the worst sound that Chaol had ever heard. '

Dorian let his pained eyes take in the scene before him. Allowed it to be seared into his mind. When he was sure the image were forever there he blinked. The girl had pain in her eyes. Those pure gold eyes. He didn't like seeing the grief there. He tried focusing elsewhere. Her moon white hair shifted slightly in the breeze.

Dorian fell. He collapsed. The girl didn't turn. Didn't spare him a second glance. Dorian felt his head hit the stone ground. He was in a room. It was black. He couldn't see. He needed out. He needed to find Sorscha. Needed to find all of them. Every girl who no longer breathed the essence of life. He needed to find them. Sorscha appeared and spoke softly.

'Worse even than the wet, heavy thud of her head hitting the red marble.' And she laughed softly. Dream Dorian fell once more, hitting his head.

Suddenly he was back in the nightmare. No, not a nightmare. This was real. The reality where the moon haired girl cried.

Dorian looked to the girl. Not the moon haired one. The One she sobbed over. The dark haired girl with onyx eyes.

That girl, the dead one. She wore an expression of pride. Of defiance. She reminded him of her.

'Aedion began roaring - roaring and cursing at the king, thrashing against his chains, but the guards hauled him away and Chaol was too stunned to do anything other than watch the rest if Sorscha's body topple to the ground.'

Dorian breathed. That breathe felt new, like the first breathe of a newborn babe. Dorian felt like he hadn't breathed in years.

The gold eyed girl's head snapped up at him.

Those eyes were no longer full of hurt and sorrow.

Those eyes wanted revenge. They fed off hate. They desired blood.

"You," she growled those claws grew and her fangs sharpened. "It's your fault!" She crouched both ready to attack and ready to protect the dead body from any form of judgement or hate.
Dorian knew it wasn't his hands that had done it yet he said nothing.

Dorian let her pounce and pin him to the ground. Dorian said nothing.

Dorian said nothing when a tear fell from her face to his.

Dorian didn't protest when the beautiful girl tore out his throat.

Dorian didn't react when he breathed a name with his last breathe.

A single name.

Dorian didn't struggle when he was brought to his last memory or Sorscha.

'And then Dorian, still screaming, was scrambling through the blood toward it- toward her head, as if he could put it back. As if he could piece her back together.'

Dorian didn't complain when the last thing he heard before his life went pitch black was a voice.

His voice.

Saying a name.

The name of the dead girl.

"Elide"