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Day/Theme: July o6 - Rage, rage, against the dying of the light
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Seldomn
Rating: PG-13
Seldomn kept his eyes closed, relishing the feel of the raindrops shattering after they fell and crashed on his face. No matter what scientist or artist would try to put back together the little orbs of water, they'd never have quite the same magic as they had as they were formed in the womb of a cloud. But who was ever the same after they fell down? A man falls down in battle, who manages to get back up changes his view on life. The woman who falls out of love with a man changes for better or worse. A child who falls off their bike and scrapes their knee changes- gets that much tougher when they don't cry about it.
He'd like to think that he changed too. That if he was given back wings that he'd lost when he fell, he would be able to prove that he'd changed too. But, maybe he hadn't as much as he'd like to think. Instead of being down where he should have been, with the other humans and striving through a mortal life to prove his humility. Most were already asleep however, under their roofs or boxes or friend's blankets, where as he was sprawled on a rooftop. He assumed that any seraph that went by would think he believed he was above the humans, still crawling up to be on top of the world. Seldomn would like to think that wasn't his opinion anymore- that he was really up there to see the sun slink away, under the horizon. See the last light of day, and then wait in that strange twilight for the stars to come out. Then, his perch was the best. He was as close as he could physically be to the last wall of this harsh earth, able to see it above all the commotion and clamor below.
Of course, wistfulness wasn't getting him anywhere. He still had his whole life ahead of him- he wasn't going above the stars for quite a while. The gates that were sung of as pearly had shut on him, turned to rust. The shining stairway had crumbled because of him. He sat up, yelling wordlessly out onto the slumbering city. It hurt- ached to know this. To know the scraps of limb left on his back were healing to be the sickly stubs, and nobody would believe they were ever worthy of flight, flying to where light actually meant something. But that was because this world, this ungrateful world, didn't look up to really appreciate the sun. They created false, broken lights and were so proud of them.
Day/Theme: July o6 - Rage, rage, against the dying of the light
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Seldomn
Rating: PG-13
Seldomn kept his eyes closed, relishing the feel of the raindrops shattering after they fell and crashed on his face. No matter what scientist or artist would try to put back together the little orbs of water, they'd never have quite the same magic as they had as they were formed in the womb of a cloud. But who was ever the same after they fell down? A man falls down in battle, who manages to get back up changes his view on life. The woman who falls out of love with a man changes for better or worse. A child who falls off their bike and scrapes their knee changes- gets that much tougher when they don't cry about it.
He'd like to think that he changed too. That if he was given back wings that he'd lost when he fell, he would be able to prove that he'd changed too. But, maybe he hadn't as much as he'd like to think. Instead of being down where he should have been, with the other humans and striving through a mortal life to prove his humility. Most were already asleep however, under their roofs or boxes or friend's blankets, where as he was sprawled on a rooftop. He assumed that any seraph that went by would think he believed he was above the humans, still crawling up to be on top of the world. Seldomn would like to think that wasn't his opinion anymore- that he was really up there to see the sun slink away, under the horizon. See the last light of day, and then wait in that strange twilight for the stars to come out. Then, his perch was the best. He was as close as he could physically be to the last wall of this harsh earth, able to see it above all the commotion and clamor below.
Of course, wistfulness wasn't getting him anywhere. He still had his whole life ahead of him- he wasn't going above the stars for quite a while. The gates that were sung of as pearly had shut on him, turned to rust. The shining stairway had crumbled because of him. He sat up, yelling wordlessly out onto the slumbering city. It hurt- ached to know this. To know the scraps of limb left on his back were healing to be the sickly stubs, and nobody would believe they were ever worthy of flight, flying to where light actually meant something. But that was because this world, this ungrateful world, didn't look up to really appreciate the sun. They created false, broken lights and were so proud of them.