Challenge: highlander100 #132 "Addiction"
Disclaimer: Render unto Davis/Panzer that which belongs to them.
Thanks to: unovis for an in-depth and thought-provoking beta. I only used a fraction of it. But if I ever write a truly great Darius fic, it will be due to her feedback. Portions of the Latin Mass were cribbed from the Internet Medieval Sourcebook.
Darius gasped awake, the dream echoing sweetly through his body. He dropped to his knees on the cold floor and prayed as the evidence of his failure dried on his thighs.
Munda cor meum, omnipotens Deus.
So many nights spent assaulting the gates of Heaven.
Ita me tua grata miseratione dignare mundare.
89,231 days he had gone without. And still he craved it.
Redime me, et miserere mei.
All he could do to throw himself on God's mercy.
They called him a saint. And still he dreamed of the dance of swords and the desperate, burning ecstasy of the Quickening.