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For vaudevilles, whose prompt was: “Connecting and reconnecting, a could-have-been king and his once-was-wizard and the way they interweave with the stories of Arthurian legend.” Happy Yuletide! With thanks to my betas Ambyr and St Aurafina for their criticism.
“You should work for a charity, or something,” Will said. “Or the National Trust.”
Bran narrowed his eyes. “What, you see me as the protector of the Welsh mountains from the marauding English hordes?”
Will shrugged. “Something like that. I bet you'd be good at it.”
“Dunno why,” said Bran. “You don't half say some odd things, sometimes, Will Stanton.”
The conversation moved on, to films and books and mutual friends, and Bran seemed to forget their earlier conversation. But Will, with the corner of his mind that was kept deep and hidden and sometimes felt like a dream, watched and, as he often did with Bran, wondered what if.
::sniff:: Oh, Bran. The ending here is both the happiest ending in this 'verse, and the saddest possible. I can't decide which dominates.