[Dream | Week 21, Day 7] Angels Fly With Broken Wings
(Just after midnight)
NOTE: CHILD SUICIDE INSIDE
Silence all around, a deceptively serene quiet that pervades the senses, until they're screaming to hear sound - any sound.
Any sound, except the snap of cloth as it’s buffeted mercilessly in the wind, the sudden whistle of something falling too hard and too fast. You watch as you raise your eyes, wide cerulean blue sunken in a gaunt face revealed from behind the curtain of muted gold, to stare with the sudden shock and joy of seeing him again.
But no.
NononononononononononononononoNO!
That flash of joy is gone before it’s even fully realized, replaced with a horrid wrenching within your very being. For a moment, you can only sit in stare with an abject horror, your already broken mind shattered beyond repair because your other half, the one being that gives the beat of your heart any meaning at all…the twist of magic so deeply entwined within you…
It’s all gone.
“Fai…?”
Empty. That single breath of a moment that leaves you sitting there, an empty husk of a disappearing shell as you stare in horror at the unmoving form.
“You must bear the consequence. This is. A curse.”
“FAIIIIII!!!!!!!”
His name rips out of you as you crawl on hands and knees across your frozen prison and feel your soul recoil further at the slide of warm slick blood that burns your skin, until you have his broken, shattered form clutched tight against you in one last mockery of an embrace.
That man, that voice, he’s still talking, and some part of you is listening, some part of you is talking back, you’re sure, but the only thing that catches your full attention and draws your awareness from the lifeless form you’re so desperately clinging to is the fruit of temptation incarnate.
“Do you want to go back in time? If there is a way to revive the dead, what will you do?”
Hope, twisted and bittersweet cuts through you with clarity, the wish forged to a new resolve, giving the broken being a reason for being once again as the man disappears.
Not that you care.
He was never truly there to begin with.
Silence all around, a deceptively serene quiet that pervades the senses, until they're screaming to hear sound - any sound.
Any sound, when you hear the gentle crunch of snow under light steps. Slowly, your gaze lifts from your twin once again to see a beautifully regal man with golden tawny eyes and the gentlest of smiles.
“I have come to pick you up.”
“…are you someone from hell?”
[There’s a gasp and a cry muffled by the pillow Fai’s sleeping face-down in. Long fingers twist and curl into his pillow as his entire body trembles and shakes, still caught in the dream’s suffocating embrace before he suddenly pushes up, practically throwing himself out of the bed, tripping and falling with a complete lack of grace as he turns stricken eyes to the Hitomi.
A blink, and then he reaches over to turn the thing off before crawling back into the mess of blankets on his bed. One last slow, deep breath, before he sprawls out on his belly once again, drifts off into an uneasy sleep.]
NOTE: CHILD SUICIDE INSIDE
Silence all around, a deceptively serene quiet that pervades the senses, until they're screaming to hear sound - any sound.
Any sound, except the snap of cloth as it’s buffeted mercilessly in the wind, the sudden whistle of something falling too hard and too fast. You watch as you raise your eyes, wide cerulean blue sunken in a gaunt face revealed from behind the curtain of muted gold, to stare with the sudden shock and joy of seeing him again.
But no.
NononononononononononononononoNO!
That flash of joy is gone before it’s even fully realized, replaced with a horrid wrenching within your very being. For a moment, you can only sit in stare with an abject horror, your already broken mind shattered beyond repair because your other half, the one being that gives the beat of your heart any meaning at all…the twist of magic so deeply entwined within you…
It’s all gone.
“Fai…?”
Empty. That single breath of a moment that leaves you sitting there, an empty husk of a disappearing shell as you stare in horror at the unmoving form.
“You must bear the consequence. This is. A curse.”
“FAIIIIII!!!!!!!”
His name rips out of you as you crawl on hands and knees across your frozen prison and feel your soul recoil further at the slide of warm slick blood that burns your skin, until you have his broken, shattered form clutched tight against you in one last mockery of an embrace.
That man, that voice, he’s still talking, and some part of you is listening, some part of you is talking back, you’re sure, but the only thing that catches your full attention and draws your awareness from the lifeless form you’re so desperately clinging to is the fruit of temptation incarnate.
“Do you want to go back in time? If there is a way to revive the dead, what will you do?”
Hope, twisted and bittersweet cuts through you with clarity, the wish forged to a new resolve, giving the broken being a reason for being once again as the man disappears.
Not that you care.
He was never truly there to begin with.
Silence all around, a deceptively serene quiet that pervades the senses, until they're screaming to hear sound - any sound.
Any sound, when you hear the gentle crunch of snow under light steps. Slowly, your gaze lifts from your twin once again to see a beautifully regal man with golden tawny eyes and the gentlest of smiles.
“I have come to pick you up.”
“…are you someone from hell?”
[There’s a gasp and a cry muffled by the pillow Fai’s sleeping face-down in. Long fingers twist and curl into his pillow as his entire body trembles and shakes, still caught in the dream’s suffocating embrace before he suddenly pushes up, practically throwing himself out of the bed, tripping and falling with a complete lack of grace as he turns stricken eyes to the Hitomi.
A blink, and then he reaches over to turn the thing off before crawling back into the mess of blankets on his bed. One last slow, deep breath, before he sprawls out on his belly once again, drifts off into an uneasy sleep.]