second half. Spark in Darkness #41
Dec. 9th, 2003 07:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparkindarknessI have coffee. This is no guarentee of my making sense, just of me feeling better about not making sense.
Here's the second part of it. Again possible soppiness, but more likely big hammers of angst.
But no cliffhanger! SEE I can give it up! Well, not a real cliffhanger. Not really. There are some issues that need resolving still... but it's not like a cliffhanger or anything. Trust me.
Now I'm getting in the bath. The muses can be quiet for an hour or so.
The edge was close. I’m not going to lie I was fucking terrified. Even wrapped in the narcotic glow of this weird light, I was scared.
But it’s not like I had a choice right? I was screwed either way. Besides, I was ready to face anything to get Darren back by now. Every second spent apart from him was fucking torture.
I stepped across into the darkness. And vaporised. My body; this new, ideal, perfect body shattered into motes. That is so not a good thing. Bodiless I floated through the darkness... and floated was so the wrong word. It was like being in a storm, a fucking massive storm that tried to tear you in half. It was fucking agony and totally unnatural. It felt like blades across my soul. The winds whispered, whispered in no language I could understand, a language that hurt just to hear it. I didn’t need to understand it; part of my brain knew that animal part that panics when it hears a dog growl that takes control when your temper cracks. Deep in the feral brain, I knew what those words meant, and it overruled everything else. I couldn’t run; I had no legs to do it with, but I screamed without lungs, fled without limbs and panicked with every part of what I have left. I have never been this scared before.
Everything left my mind; I didn't care about Darren. I didn’t even care about surviving. I just wanted to get the fuck out of there, and I’d have done anything to get out of there. Anything!
I think I lost my mind. I lost all track of time; I could have spent years there or only seconds. I couldn't think, I couldn't move. Everything was lost to animal rage and crushing despair. Darren had been right! The darkness had been too fucking strong!
No! Not him! I swore! This will not happen! You cannot have him! You will not take him!
There was light. It was fucking beautiful. A tiny bubble of light in all that darkness, centred on me. It was so fragile, even more so than the plain of light I’d left, but it was a lifesaver. My body had reformed, but it was fuzzy and pale, like looking through thick-fogged glass. Ok, I wasn’t massively reassured by any of this. But I was free. I lay in that dim light just thanking everything I knew that I was free of the darkness.
There were pearls here. Memory pearls in this new little pool of light. Why wasn’t I expecting anything nearly as nice as the others? I reached out one hand and touched the floating memory.
She looked down on me. She wasn’t really a tall woman, but she could tower over even father when she wanted to. She stared down at me from that great height, a terrible white angel fallen from unforgiving stars.
“Mother?” My voice was still thick with tears. “Mother?” Why didn’t she answer? Gods, please!
“Who are you to call me that? I have no son. My son died a week ago, on his sixth birthday.” She turned away from me, eyes hard and cold. I think she was crying. I’d never seen her cry before. Her words didn’t hit me, they couldn’t!
“Please! I didn’t mean to! I don’t want to be a sorcerer! PLEASE!” She was already walking away. I scrambled after her, sobbing. I’m still alive! I won't be a sorcerer! I promise, please Lord and Lady, i promise!
I reached out a hand and grabbed a fold of her white dress. My hand seemed to catch fire. I fell over, screaming. It hurt! It hurt so much! My hand was red, bursting with blister. Parts of it were black and oozing.
“Do not touch me sorcerer!” She didn’t even turn to me! “You are too vile, too evil, too tainted to ever lay hands on me.”
She left me, lying on the ground crying and holding my ruined hand. Everyone ignored me and left, none of them looking at me. My family. My kin... they left me.
Ouch. That fucking hurt. My own fucking mother! No, his own fucking mother! The bitch just... The darkness seemed to get deeper. How could she be so... The light was getting dimmer, it was definitely getting darker!
I don’t need her anymore. I don’t need her acceptance. I don’t need her to say my name. I don’t need her to acknowledge me. I have someone better now.
The light rose, the creeping darkness was pushed back again, just. I was taking deep breaths, trying to control the anger. I slowly fought off the shame from the memory. Shit Darren, you did nothing wrong!
I stormed through the little bubble of light. I hardly noticed that it moved to follow me, this one seemed to be centred on me at least. I stalked through the darkness in my tiny shield, hunting another pearl. When I found one, tinier than my finger looming out of the darkness like a lost continent, I slammed my fist into it, trying to break it.
I screamed. It feels like I’ve been screaming for hours. Days maybe? How long have I been in this cave? Where was this cave? No, that wasn’t important now. I knew it wasn't important. Father had told me it wasn’t. I must concentrate on not reaching for the darkness. I mustn’t reach the darkness. Oh gods, it burned! No!!! Not important! Mustn’t reach for the darkness! It’s cold, so cold... mustn’t reach for the darkness. It’s for my own good. Mustn’t reach for the darkness. Mustn’t reach for the darkness. Mustn’t reach for the darkness.
The searing flame and burning cold stopped. I kept on screaming, my body still writhing from the pain. I screamed until my throat was raw and my voice broke. I forced my eyes open.
A tall man stood before me, well over six feet. He had a wash of shoulder length flame red hair that matched his crimson beard and moustache. He was a giant of a man, massively broad across the shoulders, muscled like a blacksmith. He stared at me with eyes like mine, deep, darkest blue. It took me a while through the pain to recognise him as my father. He was not happy.
“You reached for the darkness. I felt it. You let go, but you should not have reached for it in the first place. You are learning nothing. I will not have a sorcerer as a son! Do you hear me!?”
I swallowed, my throat creaking. “Yes father.” I tried anyway. The sound that came out was unrecognisable.
“You will learn, my son. I swear it.” He raised one massive hand. A hot, blue edged flame sprang into existence from his palm.
“You will learn.”
I shuddered, falling on the floor shaking. Really fucking shaking. I didn't have a body, not a real one,. It wasn’t hurting. The shadows were getting dark again. It wasn’t hurting! Keep saying that. Maybe I’ll believe it... Really dark now.... Fuck it hurt...
It was an age ago... too long for him to hurt now. I’m not a child to cower alone against him. I am not alone, and never will be.
The glow seemed to push from inside my mind this time. It took a couple of minutes but I gathered enough courage to do a quick body check. No burns. No frostbite. That was a plus right?
Shit, if this was Darren’s head, he seriously needs some therapy. Anything divine listening out there? Please let me find him and book him in for his first session. I promise to step in before he kills more than a couple of shrinks.
There was another pearl there. I really didn’t want to touch it. These memories were messed up, badly messed up.
Shit, it’s not like I had a choice, is it?
The woods were dark and wild. One of the few truly wild places left in Britain. They didn't appear on any maps, Clan Camaalis had long decided the best way to protect the wilderness was to hide it. There was not another human being for miles in any direction. Not a soul to see or hear, no one to ruin the pristine land around me. No one to watch me running madly through the undergrowth. No-one to wonder what I was running from. No-one to help me get away.
I knew it was stupid. Every kinsman with the slightest spark of magic would be looking for me. One blast or sorcery and I was as good as found, not that I knew how to use the power even if I wanted to. And I didn't, oh gods I didn’t!
And the alternative? Running blindly like a bloody mundane fool through lost enchanted woods. Smart, Darren, really bloody smart. My luck and I’d run into some pissed of faerie or werecreature. Or a pack of wolves. And if I didn’t? Fool, idiot fool! I couldn’t outrun the wind, I couldn’t escape the invisible, the spiritual the preternatural or anything else the clan could throw after me.
They were coming. On my heels, I could almost hear them. Would I hear them? Before they caught me, would I know they were there? Would I feel their hands? Claws? Stranger things? Would they bother to take me alive? Would they dare?
The wood was getting thicker. I had to fight to get through every gap. Gaps I could barely see now... the moon had been shrouded by clouds, even the Goddess was turning her eye from me. What hunted me didn’t need light to see by.
A wall. The trees were braided so thick together, wrapped in vines and thorns that’d take an axe to break through. I tired to find a way round, some hole in this barrier of foliage. Nothing, it just arched round, a near prison of...
Gods, a real bloody prison! The path was gone. The wall of trees surrounded me on all sides! I battered uselessly against unyielding wood. Idiot! I couldn’t tear down wood with my hands!
Then I heard them coming. I heard their howls in the night. The growls thundered up from the earth itself. The trees moved and whispered, swaying without regard to the wind that set the clouds dancing in mad patterns on the faceless sky.
They were coming, and I couldn’t get away.
They were coming... I was running blindly now. The light blurred following me, I could be running into anything, anyone. I didn’t care, I just had to get away!
I tripped and stumbled, it was getting so dark, hard to see. I didn’t stop to get up, couldn't make myself slow down. I scrabbled on all fours, still running like a mad man.
I am not afraid. I refuse to be afraid again. I am strong, powerful beyond anything the chasers could imagine. I was scared of what I was, scared just to be. I have been given the courage to use my strength. I will not run again.
I stopped dead. Then, completely off balance, I collapsed messily onto the floor. I didn’t think I could survive much more of this. Darren’s had one shitty life. I was so not up to reliving it. Fuck., that still kind of depended on me being able to choose.
I had to close my eyes to grab the next memory pearl.
His hands were vile on my skin. Poison. I hated it when he touched me, it made me physically sick to my stomach. He must have felt me tense. One of the hands drew back to deliver a ringing slap, one of many, before continuing its unwanted migration.
“Don’t you be fighting me Darren. No-one else wants you. No-one else will even look at you. You won’t be fighting the only person who cares fro you, will ye?”
I kept my eyes closed. I didn't want to see him. Didn't want to admit he was right. They all hated me, everyone with my blood in their veins. Alexei was the only one who cared, no matter what he did.
Perhaps I didn’t deserve anything better. Perhaps this was the closest I could ever come to love. Perhaps even this was closer than I deserved, cursed creature of the darkness that I was.
The hands slid further down my body. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my lip. It’d be over soon, just a couple of hours, then he’d go to sleep. Just a couple of hours...
I should be grateful to him. He had saved my life. I would have been killed four years ago on my sixth birthday, or later by my father if he hadn’t intervened. The rest of my family still say I shouldn’t be allowed to live, so I thought he was right. I owed him really... I must have been terribly evil to hate his touch so. He always said I was. I must have deserved to die.
They all said that.
It would be over soon... for tonight. Just a few hours. I realised I was crying quietly. I couldn’t seem to stop.
It’d be over soon. It’d be over soon. I was cowering on the floor. I could feel his hands on me. It’d be over soon. Tears were pouring down my face. It’d be over soon. They weren’t quiet. It’d be over soon. They were deep wracking sobs that tore my chest and throat.
I don't need his affection anymore. I don't need his touch. I know what real love is.
It’d be over soon. My whole body shook violently with each sob. It’d be over soon. The tears burned my face.
I have real love now.
It’d be over soon.
“Rick.”
It’d be over soon...
“RICK. Listen to me!”
Shouting? It’d be over soon...
“Rick?! Come on Rick, it’s me!”
Darren? It’d be over so- “Darren?!” It’d...
“Thank the gods! You can hear me? Look at me Rick, look!”
He was stood there. He was there! Really there, not some freaky memory thing! He was there! Standing on the edge of the light, so beautiful even in the half-light, even through my tires. He was perfect! It feels like an age since I last saw him.
“Darren... I cam looking for you, I mean... I came here...” I’m not good enough at words for this. I just started to run towards him. He flinched and dodged back.
“Not yet, Rick... I can't step that far into the light. Not yet. Maybe someday.” He sounded sad then, I think, anyway. I was way too high over him actually being there for anything else.
He closed his eyes, those beautiful, beautiful eyes, concentrating. The light shrank, slowly. It didn't frighten me, Darren knew what he was doing. I trusted him.
The pool of light drew closer in on me, but grew no dimmer. No with every inch it drew back, the light seemed to shine brighter. I know that made no sense at all, but how much has to make sense in someone’s head anyway? The light stopped about an inch from my skin. Darren gently reached one hand to that trembling barrier of light and darkness. His fingertips brushed mine. He smiled. Shit, I loved that smile, one of his few really happy smiles.
“You came all the way here, and I end up rescuing you?” He was still smiling. Shit, he was almost grinning.
“Well, Fuck, I never realised this was your ideal holiday destination, or I would have left you here.” I was grinning too, even though the tears haven’t really dried yet. I was really trying to forget what I’d seen at the minute.
“I guess I better show you the way home. You’re terrible at asking directions” His smile faded just a little, but the fucking amazing light in his eyes never died.
“Come on, Rick. Let’s go home.”
I don’t know what he did. I bet I never will. I guess he just really can control the darkness, maybe even the darkness in his own head. Or maybe Ahrimadan was right, maybe he was powerful enough to get out on his own... just like Ghost said, he didn't have a reason to before.
Whatever he did, the strange shadows and their besieged light faded away gently, and slowly, really really slowly, we went home.
Here's the second part of it. Again possible soppiness, but more likely big hammers of angst.
But no cliffhanger! SEE I can give it up! Well, not a real cliffhanger. Not really. There are some issues that need resolving still... but it's not like a cliffhanger or anything. Trust me.
Now I'm getting in the bath. The muses can be quiet for an hour or so.
The edge was close. I’m not going to lie I was fucking terrified. Even wrapped in the narcotic glow of this weird light, I was scared.
But it’s not like I had a choice right? I was screwed either way. Besides, I was ready to face anything to get Darren back by now. Every second spent apart from him was fucking torture.
I stepped across into the darkness. And vaporised. My body; this new, ideal, perfect body shattered into motes. That is so not a good thing. Bodiless I floated through the darkness... and floated was so the wrong word. It was like being in a storm, a fucking massive storm that tried to tear you in half. It was fucking agony and totally unnatural. It felt like blades across my soul. The winds whispered, whispered in no language I could understand, a language that hurt just to hear it. I didn’t need to understand it; part of my brain knew that animal part that panics when it hears a dog growl that takes control when your temper cracks. Deep in the feral brain, I knew what those words meant, and it overruled everything else. I couldn’t run; I had no legs to do it with, but I screamed without lungs, fled without limbs and panicked with every part of what I have left. I have never been this scared before.
Everything left my mind; I didn't care about Darren. I didn’t even care about surviving. I just wanted to get the fuck out of there, and I’d have done anything to get out of there. Anything!
I think I lost my mind. I lost all track of time; I could have spent years there or only seconds. I couldn't think, I couldn't move. Everything was lost to animal rage and crushing despair. Darren had been right! The darkness had been too fucking strong!
No! Not him! I swore! This will not happen! You cannot have him! You will not take him!
There was light. It was fucking beautiful. A tiny bubble of light in all that darkness, centred on me. It was so fragile, even more so than the plain of light I’d left, but it was a lifesaver. My body had reformed, but it was fuzzy and pale, like looking through thick-fogged glass. Ok, I wasn’t massively reassured by any of this. But I was free. I lay in that dim light just thanking everything I knew that I was free of the darkness.
There were pearls here. Memory pearls in this new little pool of light. Why wasn’t I expecting anything nearly as nice as the others? I reached out one hand and touched the floating memory.
She looked down on me. She wasn’t really a tall woman, but she could tower over even father when she wanted to. She stared down at me from that great height, a terrible white angel fallen from unforgiving stars.
“Mother?” My voice was still thick with tears. “Mother?” Why didn’t she answer? Gods, please!
“Who are you to call me that? I have no son. My son died a week ago, on his sixth birthday.” She turned away from me, eyes hard and cold. I think she was crying. I’d never seen her cry before. Her words didn’t hit me, they couldn’t!
“Please! I didn’t mean to! I don’t want to be a sorcerer! PLEASE!” She was already walking away. I scrambled after her, sobbing. I’m still alive! I won't be a sorcerer! I promise, please Lord and Lady, i promise!
I reached out a hand and grabbed a fold of her white dress. My hand seemed to catch fire. I fell over, screaming. It hurt! It hurt so much! My hand was red, bursting with blister. Parts of it were black and oozing.
“Do not touch me sorcerer!” She didn’t even turn to me! “You are too vile, too evil, too tainted to ever lay hands on me.”
She left me, lying on the ground crying and holding my ruined hand. Everyone ignored me and left, none of them looking at me. My family. My kin... they left me.
Ouch. That fucking hurt. My own fucking mother! No, his own fucking mother! The bitch just... The darkness seemed to get deeper. How could she be so... The light was getting dimmer, it was definitely getting darker!
I don’t need her anymore. I don’t need her acceptance. I don’t need her to say my name. I don’t need her to acknowledge me. I have someone better now.
The light rose, the creeping darkness was pushed back again, just. I was taking deep breaths, trying to control the anger. I slowly fought off the shame from the memory. Shit Darren, you did nothing wrong!
I stormed through the little bubble of light. I hardly noticed that it moved to follow me, this one seemed to be centred on me at least. I stalked through the darkness in my tiny shield, hunting another pearl. When I found one, tinier than my finger looming out of the darkness like a lost continent, I slammed my fist into it, trying to break it.
I screamed. It feels like I’ve been screaming for hours. Days maybe? How long have I been in this cave? Where was this cave? No, that wasn’t important now. I knew it wasn't important. Father had told me it wasn’t. I must concentrate on not reaching for the darkness. I mustn’t reach the darkness. Oh gods, it burned! No!!! Not important! Mustn’t reach for the darkness! It’s cold, so cold... mustn’t reach for the darkness. It’s for my own good. Mustn’t reach for the darkness. Mustn’t reach for the darkness. Mustn’t reach for the darkness.
The searing flame and burning cold stopped. I kept on screaming, my body still writhing from the pain. I screamed until my throat was raw and my voice broke. I forced my eyes open.
A tall man stood before me, well over six feet. He had a wash of shoulder length flame red hair that matched his crimson beard and moustache. He was a giant of a man, massively broad across the shoulders, muscled like a blacksmith. He stared at me with eyes like mine, deep, darkest blue. It took me a while through the pain to recognise him as my father. He was not happy.
“You reached for the darkness. I felt it. You let go, but you should not have reached for it in the first place. You are learning nothing. I will not have a sorcerer as a son! Do you hear me!?”
I swallowed, my throat creaking. “Yes father.” I tried anyway. The sound that came out was unrecognisable.
“You will learn, my son. I swear it.” He raised one massive hand. A hot, blue edged flame sprang into existence from his palm.
“You will learn.”
I shuddered, falling on the floor shaking. Really fucking shaking. I didn't have a body, not a real one,. It wasn’t hurting. The shadows were getting dark again. It wasn’t hurting! Keep saying that. Maybe I’ll believe it... Really dark now.... Fuck it hurt...
It was an age ago... too long for him to hurt now. I’m not a child to cower alone against him. I am not alone, and never will be.
The glow seemed to push from inside my mind this time. It took a couple of minutes but I gathered enough courage to do a quick body check. No burns. No frostbite. That was a plus right?
Shit, if this was Darren’s head, he seriously needs some therapy. Anything divine listening out there? Please let me find him and book him in for his first session. I promise to step in before he kills more than a couple of shrinks.
There was another pearl there. I really didn’t want to touch it. These memories were messed up, badly messed up.
Shit, it’s not like I had a choice, is it?
The woods were dark and wild. One of the few truly wild places left in Britain. They didn't appear on any maps, Clan Camaalis had long decided the best way to protect the wilderness was to hide it. There was not another human being for miles in any direction. Not a soul to see or hear, no one to ruin the pristine land around me. No one to watch me running madly through the undergrowth. No-one to wonder what I was running from. No-one to help me get away.
I knew it was stupid. Every kinsman with the slightest spark of magic would be looking for me. One blast or sorcery and I was as good as found, not that I knew how to use the power even if I wanted to. And I didn't, oh gods I didn’t!
And the alternative? Running blindly like a bloody mundane fool through lost enchanted woods. Smart, Darren, really bloody smart. My luck and I’d run into some pissed of faerie or werecreature. Or a pack of wolves. And if I didn’t? Fool, idiot fool! I couldn’t outrun the wind, I couldn’t escape the invisible, the spiritual the preternatural or anything else the clan could throw after me.
They were coming. On my heels, I could almost hear them. Would I hear them? Before they caught me, would I know they were there? Would I feel their hands? Claws? Stranger things? Would they bother to take me alive? Would they dare?
The wood was getting thicker. I had to fight to get through every gap. Gaps I could barely see now... the moon had been shrouded by clouds, even the Goddess was turning her eye from me. What hunted me didn’t need light to see by.
A wall. The trees were braided so thick together, wrapped in vines and thorns that’d take an axe to break through. I tired to find a way round, some hole in this barrier of foliage. Nothing, it just arched round, a near prison of...
Gods, a real bloody prison! The path was gone. The wall of trees surrounded me on all sides! I battered uselessly against unyielding wood. Idiot! I couldn’t tear down wood with my hands!
Then I heard them coming. I heard their howls in the night. The growls thundered up from the earth itself. The trees moved and whispered, swaying without regard to the wind that set the clouds dancing in mad patterns on the faceless sky.
They were coming, and I couldn’t get away.
They were coming... I was running blindly now. The light blurred following me, I could be running into anything, anyone. I didn’t care, I just had to get away!
I tripped and stumbled, it was getting so dark, hard to see. I didn’t stop to get up, couldn't make myself slow down. I scrabbled on all fours, still running like a mad man.
I am not afraid. I refuse to be afraid again. I am strong, powerful beyond anything the chasers could imagine. I was scared of what I was, scared just to be. I have been given the courage to use my strength. I will not run again.
I stopped dead. Then, completely off balance, I collapsed messily onto the floor. I didn’t think I could survive much more of this. Darren’s had one shitty life. I was so not up to reliving it. Fuck., that still kind of depended on me being able to choose.
I had to close my eyes to grab the next memory pearl.
His hands were vile on my skin. Poison. I hated it when he touched me, it made me physically sick to my stomach. He must have felt me tense. One of the hands drew back to deliver a ringing slap, one of many, before continuing its unwanted migration.
“Don’t you be fighting me Darren. No-one else wants you. No-one else will even look at you. You won’t be fighting the only person who cares fro you, will ye?”
I kept my eyes closed. I didn't want to see him. Didn't want to admit he was right. They all hated me, everyone with my blood in their veins. Alexei was the only one who cared, no matter what he did.
Perhaps I didn’t deserve anything better. Perhaps this was the closest I could ever come to love. Perhaps even this was closer than I deserved, cursed creature of the darkness that I was.
The hands slid further down my body. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my lip. It’d be over soon, just a couple of hours, then he’d go to sleep. Just a couple of hours...
I should be grateful to him. He had saved my life. I would have been killed four years ago on my sixth birthday, or later by my father if he hadn’t intervened. The rest of my family still say I shouldn’t be allowed to live, so I thought he was right. I owed him really... I must have been terribly evil to hate his touch so. He always said I was. I must have deserved to die.
They all said that.
It would be over soon... for tonight. Just a few hours. I realised I was crying quietly. I couldn’t seem to stop.
It’d be over soon. It’d be over soon. I was cowering on the floor. I could feel his hands on me. It’d be over soon. Tears were pouring down my face. It’d be over soon. They weren’t quiet. It’d be over soon. They were deep wracking sobs that tore my chest and throat.
I don't need his affection anymore. I don't need his touch. I know what real love is.
It’d be over soon. My whole body shook violently with each sob. It’d be over soon. The tears burned my face.
I have real love now.
It’d be over soon.
“Rick.”
It’d be over soon...
“RICK. Listen to me!”
Shouting? It’d be over soon...
“Rick?! Come on Rick, it’s me!”
Darren? It’d be over so- “Darren?!” It’d...
“Thank the gods! You can hear me? Look at me Rick, look!”
He was stood there. He was there! Really there, not some freaky memory thing! He was there! Standing on the edge of the light, so beautiful even in the half-light, even through my tires. He was perfect! It feels like an age since I last saw him.
“Darren... I cam looking for you, I mean... I came here...” I’m not good enough at words for this. I just started to run towards him. He flinched and dodged back.
“Not yet, Rick... I can't step that far into the light. Not yet. Maybe someday.” He sounded sad then, I think, anyway. I was way too high over him actually being there for anything else.
He closed his eyes, those beautiful, beautiful eyes, concentrating. The light shrank, slowly. It didn't frighten me, Darren knew what he was doing. I trusted him.
The pool of light drew closer in on me, but grew no dimmer. No with every inch it drew back, the light seemed to shine brighter. I know that made no sense at all, but how much has to make sense in someone’s head anyway? The light stopped about an inch from my skin. Darren gently reached one hand to that trembling barrier of light and darkness. His fingertips brushed mine. He smiled. Shit, I loved that smile, one of his few really happy smiles.
“You came all the way here, and I end up rescuing you?” He was still smiling. Shit, he was almost grinning.
“Well, Fuck, I never realised this was your ideal holiday destination, or I would have left you here.” I was grinning too, even though the tears haven’t really dried yet. I was really trying to forget what I’d seen at the minute.
“I guess I better show you the way home. You’re terrible at asking directions” His smile faded just a little, but the fucking amazing light in his eyes never died.
“Come on, Rick. Let’s go home.”
I don’t know what he did. I bet I never will. I guess he just really can control the darkness, maybe even the darkness in his own head. Or maybe Ahrimadan was right, maybe he was powerful enough to get out on his own... just like Ghost said, he didn't have a reason to before.
Whatever he did, the strange shadows and their besieged light faded away gently, and slowly, really really slowly, we went home.
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Date: 2003-12-09 09:14 pm (UTC)And congratulations, it's not a cliffhanger. Not really. I guess I can stop trying to think up creative ways to, uh, convince you to write something that's not a cliffhanger. *puts dagger down*
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Date: 2003-12-10 11:13 am (UTC)Rick: *hugs back massively* *grabs Darren and pulls into insane group hug* he's back! He's back, he's back!
See, I broke the habit! I broke it! (of course it partially depends on what comes after as well...) yes... put the sharp things down... *shuffles behind muses*
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Date: 2003-12-10 01:58 am (UTC)crap... now I'm all inspired to clean up the chats where Jarrod gets sucked into a Dox realm patterned after his own mind... But nope. can't do that. Gotta post my stories in order. Thanks for the nifty inspiration tho! ;)
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Date: 2003-12-10 11:17 am (UTC)Thank you. One holiday in Barbados booked (look, I'm working on the theory that if I cna have pretty boys in my head, I can have barbados as well).
What happens next is... *loosk through own mind* ahhh... ummm... *gets back to work*
Inspiration good... a paradox on your own mind scape. On a Euthanatos' mind scape?! I'd say AAIIIIEEE except it's paradox, so comes under the class of "own stupid fault"
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Date: 2003-12-10 12:24 pm (UTC)Shyte! I gotta get workin on em then.
Keep up the good work! heh and Job.
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Date: 2003-12-10 05:56 pm (UTC)And Chimares are so much fun, especially when someone has annoyed my Sidhe noble.
Work! Work! Heeee, my turn...
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Date: 2004-08-22 04:42 pm (UTC)if rick never had any idea how much everything hinges on him, he does now. there's a massive responsibility there. it's a good thing he loves him.
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Date: 2004-08-23 04:01 pm (UTC)