This is the third fic I’ve written in my Hozier-inspired series. You can find the other ones on tumblr here and on AO3 here. This one is inspired by his song “Like Real People Do.” I definitely encourage you to take a listen to get the mood/inspiration for the song.
This one’s a bit… different, friends. I hope you enjoy ❤
“I will not ask you where you came from
I will not ask and neither should you
Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do“
He was dead. Or at least he should have been.
He was standing, somehow, had dirt in his eyes and blood covering more of him than not. But he was standing.
He didn’t think he should be standing. He had been lying on the ground, hadn’t he? He didn’t know where the blood had come from, didn’t see any wounds that could have caused such bleeding. Didn’t understand where his body ended and the ground of the moor below his feet began. Had no memory of putting his feet under him and rising.
The moor itself was silent, the pyre flames only a dull crackle, the shuffle and stamp of red-coated soldiers faded into the mist, taking away with them the last desperate hopes of a down-trodden people.
Jamie Fraser should have been dead.
There was a memory scratching at the bounds of his dimmed thoughts, a moment before all of this, when he had known he was alive, where he thought he remembered one final…
But no. His memories stumbled and tripped, even less steady than his uneven feet. He hadn’t even realized he’d been walking. But walking he was, foundering along to a pull he did not understand. There was something… something drawing him in this chest to the edge of the dark, solitary moor.
There was no sign of life on the desolate field. Only upturned dirt, smoldering piles of what used to be life, destruction that only comes in the wake of what some would label a righteous war, others a defense of king and country, and still others simply a massacre.
There was no sign of life.
None save one Jamie Fraser.
Who perhaps should not have been.
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