[fic] Hansel & Gretel; Watchmen
Title: Hansel & Gretel
Fandom: Watchmen
Characters: Rorschach
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: In Antarctica, leaving breadcrumbs.
Originally written 7/14/09 on the KM for the fairytale prompt.
Cold, cold, cold, a vast and formless white, a deceptive purity. Here at the end of the world (he really had gone to the corners of the Earth), there were no living things as far as his eye could see. Clean, no insect or animal or human.
Perhaps it wasn't a deceptive purity after all. Perhaps death was the only true way to remove the stain of living, the stain of sin and rot and corruption.
The gently undulating ice was a tabula rasa, a stretch of fabric bleached clean. It comforted him. It seduced him with snow blindness, and he focused on the brown vertical banding of Daniel's snow suit. Bad camouflage. Just like Daniel to make that costume, Daniel who wore a cape despite perfectly obvious reasons not to, who wore a mask which wasn't much of a mask at all.
The dog's blood marring his coat was stiff. They traveled on beneath a sun which would never set.
Unwrapping the sugar cube made his joints burn and sting, but they were meant for him and they were for old times' sake and he couldn't bear not to finish them down to the last one.
Usually he took litter very seriously, as a particularly filthy and blatant infraction of the law. But looking down at the wrapper, violently green in this foreign world, he thought of Daniel escaping and of breadcrumbs and let the wind tear it away from his fingers without regret.
Fandom: Watchmen
Characters: Rorschach
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: In Antarctica, leaving breadcrumbs.
Originally written 7/14/09 on the KM for the fairytale prompt.
Cold, cold, cold, a vast and formless white, a deceptive purity. Here at the end of the world (he really had gone to the corners of the Earth), there were no living things as far as his eye could see. Clean, no insect or animal or human.
Perhaps it wasn't a deceptive purity after all. Perhaps death was the only true way to remove the stain of living, the stain of sin and rot and corruption.
The gently undulating ice was a tabula rasa, a stretch of fabric bleached clean. It comforted him. It seduced him with snow blindness, and he focused on the brown vertical banding of Daniel's snow suit. Bad camouflage. Just like Daniel to make that costume, Daniel who wore a cape despite perfectly obvious reasons not to, who wore a mask which wasn't much of a mask at all.
The dog's blood marring his coat was stiff. They traveled on beneath a sun which would never set.
Unwrapping the sugar cube made his joints burn and sting, but they were meant for him and they were for old times' sake and he couldn't bear not to finish them down to the last one.
Usually he took litter very seriously, as a particularly filthy and blatant infraction of the law. But looking down at the wrapper, violently green in this foreign world, he thought of Daniel escaping and of breadcrumbs and let the wind tear it away from his fingers without regret.