Fic: MSPA - Steampunk AU - everything comes from darkness
Title: everything comes from darkness
Fandom: MSPA - Steampunk AU
Pairings: None
Description: Random drabble. Slightly inspired by the French word "l'esprit de l'escalier" - the feeling one gets when, as they're walking away from a finished conversation, they think about all the things they could have said.
Rating: G
Everything comes from the darkness. Did you know that?
Probably did. Every living creature knows in the base of its mind that it came from the dark, that everything it loves and cares about came from there as well.
Perhaps that’s why they’re all scared of it. They’re scared to think of what else could come from the dark- what’s left in there. They don’t know what’s there, because they have no memory of the darkness.
What’s in there? They think.
Why did I come out? They wonder.
Will it be waiting for me to come back? They fear.
And so they fight the darkness surrounding them; they make fire and lightning and warmth and then take them to form fireplaces, electric lights, artificial brightness. They’re so scared of what they may have left that they push it away from them, trying desperately not to be lost in the inky corners of their subconscious, in the blue-black of their seeming oblivion.
When I was younger, I would ask my friends about their blinking lights and their fear. They told me that it was just the way things were: we would live in the blackness, we would make bubbles, the bubbles would become populated with fear and light… and then we would take them back. It was as if we farmed them for our own good.
Why do we take them back? I asked.
Because everything must go dark with time, my friends replied.
Then I began to wonder. My friends thought it was foolhardy, to be wondering- wondering was something left to the bubbles to do, they said. Unknowingly, they gave me inspiration.
One day, I tried something I had never done before.
I went in.
It was a disaster.
It was also marvelous.
I kept finding new places to go into, and I learned how to spend my time wisely. I grew older. Smarter. I learned how to measure the time I spent inside.
You’re going too far, my friends told me; you’ll lose yourself in the lights and the ignorance and be swept away from your home, from your friends.
But they didn’t realize that was just what I wanted to do.
You realized that by now, didn’t you?
You’ve also realized that they were right.
I’ve become smarter than all of them, in my travels. I’ve seen many worlds, met many people, loved many things. But never as many as I love now, here, in this time.
And now, I’m scared because I know…
I know
truly
that everything must go dark with time.
Fandom: MSPA - Steampunk AU
Pairings: None
Description: Random drabble. Slightly inspired by the French word "l'esprit de l'escalier" - the feeling one gets when, as they're walking away from a finished conversation, they think about all the things they could have said.
Rating: G
Everything comes from the darkness. Did you know that?
Probably did. Every living creature knows in the base of its mind that it came from the dark, that everything it loves and cares about came from there as well.
Perhaps that’s why they’re all scared of it. They’re scared to think of what else could come from the dark- what’s left in there. They don’t know what’s there, because they have no memory of the darkness.
What’s in there? They think.
Why did I come out? They wonder.
Will it be waiting for me to come back? They fear.
And so they fight the darkness surrounding them; they make fire and lightning and warmth and then take them to form fireplaces, electric lights, artificial brightness. They’re so scared of what they may have left that they push it away from them, trying desperately not to be lost in the inky corners of their subconscious, in the blue-black of their seeming oblivion.
When I was younger, I would ask my friends about their blinking lights and their fear. They told me that it was just the way things were: we would live in the blackness, we would make bubbles, the bubbles would become populated with fear and light… and then we would take them back. It was as if we farmed them for our own good.
Why do we take them back? I asked.
Because everything must go dark with time, my friends replied.
Then I began to wonder. My friends thought it was foolhardy, to be wondering- wondering was something left to the bubbles to do, they said. Unknowingly, they gave me inspiration.
One day, I tried something I had never done before.
I went in.
It was a disaster.
It was also marvelous.
I kept finding new places to go into, and I learned how to spend my time wisely. I grew older. Smarter. I learned how to measure the time I spent inside.
You’re going too far, my friends told me; you’ll lose yourself in the lights and the ignorance and be swept away from your home, from your friends.
But they didn’t realize that was just what I wanted to do.
You realized that by now, didn’t you?
You’ve also realized that they were right.
I’ve become smarter than all of them, in my travels. I’ve seen many worlds, met many people, loved many things. But never as many as I love now, here, in this time.
And now, I’m scared because I know…
I know
truly
that everything must go dark with time.