[Drabble]
This one is the slighty revised version of what I wrote in that meme.
Feliciano pulled his knees close to his chest and laid his head softly against the cold marble floor of the cathedral. His back was pressed against the altar, the splintering wood piercing into his side. No one would find his there. No one could see him or the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. A fine layer of dust and debris covered his body and littered his hair.
He could feel the vibrations of the bombs dropping, as if the very movement rippled across his bare skin. He could feel the soldiers march across his streets, looking for... for what exactly? Feliciano closed his eyes and tried to listen.
Any sort of sound would have been welcome; anything was preferable to the gravity of the stillness that surrounded him. The silence was more than enough to overcome him. Tears slid down his cheeks, clearing away only a fine line of the dirt. His lips quivered violently, tears gently dripping into his mouth like rain water.
He wanted to scream, to make any sort of sound but it was as if his voice had fled from his body. His voice was lost, just like Ludwig...trapped in his own madness, led on by a boss who started out well enough but soon... but soon...
Feliciano closed his eyes and prayed for anything. For a voice. For sound. For Ludwig to find him and take him home, to tell him everything was fine again. He prayed until the words blended into one another and became a language of their own.
Feliciano pulled his knees close to his chest and laid his head softly against the cold marble floor of the cathedral. His back was pressed against the altar, the splintering wood piercing into his side. No one would find his there. No one could see him or the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. A fine layer of dust and debris covered his body and littered his hair.
He could feel the vibrations of the bombs dropping, as if the very movement rippled across his bare skin. He could feel the soldiers march across his streets, looking for... for what exactly? Feliciano closed his eyes and tried to listen.
Any sort of sound would have been welcome; anything was preferable to the gravity of the stillness that surrounded him. The silence was more than enough to overcome him. Tears slid down his cheeks, clearing away only a fine line of the dirt. His lips quivered violently, tears gently dripping into his mouth like rain water.
He wanted to scream, to make any sort of sound but it was as if his voice had fled from his body. His voice was lost, just like Ludwig...trapped in his own madness, led on by a boss who started out well enough but soon... but soon...
Feliciano closed his eyes and prayed for anything. For a voice. For sound. For Ludwig to find him and take him home, to tell him everything was fine again. He prayed until the words blended into one another and became a language of their own.