And while I'm at it - from dreams
Feb. 15th, 2006 11:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparkindarknessThis I think I DID capture. I woke up this morning (far too early in the morning) with it whole in my head. I scribbled it down before b/f killed me for being creative before dawn.
I know it fits into one of the world settings I already have, but they aren't current characters. I am now stomping on them - i smell angst bunnies and I'm already waaaaaaaaaay over my quota of angst bunnies. No. I don't care if Darren is getting better, I'm not having any more angst. I refuse. I'm tired of angst. Only muses that are bright, happy, well adjusted who are in a happy, loving relationship with no requited love and had happy, stable childhoods without ANY kind of tragic death will be allowed from now on. Is that clear in there? *bangs head*
I can hope, right?
3
“Do you remember asking me why I sought power?” He hissed furiously through his clenched teeth. he coughed, hacking and spat blood onto the floor.
She took a step back, stunned by his sudden anger. “Y-yes...”
“Do you know the answer yet?” He waved dramatically around the devastated cavern before pulling his arm back suddenly, flinching in pain. She could see blood running down his fingers.
“No... I don’t know.” She bit her lip and fingered the silver pentacle around her neck, nervously seeking reassurance.
“I seek power because you won’t.” He spat blood again. It spattered on her trainers.
“What?” She took another step back, eyes widening. Her nervous fingers clenched in a death grip.
“What is it you said back then, sister? That power always has a price. That the price was too high. That you refused to pay any more. That you would flee the power and never have to pay again?”
She nodded numbly. She remembered that day. That day when she had said enough was enough. That day when she couldn’t take any more of the darkness and the terror and the pain.
“Where did your power go, sister? Where did it go, Star Child? Where did it go, Daemon Born? Where did it go Shadow Bound? Where did it go, Fae Touched? Where did all the deals and pacts and bargains go? Just because you closed your eyes to your power didn’t mean that the power was lost. You can’t hide your head under the blankets and hope the monsters away!” He staggered towards her, limping forwards painfully. His shoes were spattered with blood that still flowed.
She took another step backwards out of reach. His eyes narrowed to burning, angry slits. “You used the power. You were the power.” He spat at her. A fine spray of blood dusted her clothing. “You made the pacts, same as me. You faced down the daemons, same as me. You fought the darkness and made it yield its secrets, same as me. You were born with all of these gifts, all of this power - same as me!” His voice raised from a hate filled hiss to an enraged yell. “We both had the same power, the same skill, the same talents that were part of us - not something you can hide from - part of us - PART OF YOU!!”
He raised a hand. She flinched back, sure that rage in his eyes had taken over. He snorted and spat at her feet. Trembling, he hobbled past her, wincing with every step. “You ran, sister. You stopped paying the price. So I had to pay.” He gave her one last furious glare. “I had to pay for both of us. And I’m still paying so you can keep hiding your head under the covers.”
He smiled then. A cruel, twisted rictus of a smile. “And I can’t afford it any more. I’ve sought power around the world. Done things that would horrify and disgust you - things that horrify and disgust me - done anything to get more power. But it’s not enough, I can’t pay the price any longer.”
He staggered out, only his voice echoing back into the cavern. “I hope you are ready, sister. Because the bailiffs are coming and I can’t bail you out anymore.”
I know it fits into one of the world settings I already have, but they aren't current characters. I am now stomping on them - i smell angst bunnies and I'm already waaaaaaaaaay over my quota of angst bunnies. No. I don't care if Darren is getting better, I'm not having any more angst. I refuse. I'm tired of angst. Only muses that are bright, happy, well adjusted who are in a happy, loving relationship with no requited love and had happy, stable childhoods without ANY kind of tragic death will be allowed from now on. Is that clear in there? *bangs head*
I can hope, right?
3
“Do you remember asking me why I sought power?” He hissed furiously through his clenched teeth. he coughed, hacking and spat blood onto the floor.
She took a step back, stunned by his sudden anger. “Y-yes...”
“Do you know the answer yet?” He waved dramatically around the devastated cavern before pulling his arm back suddenly, flinching in pain. She could see blood running down his fingers.
“No... I don’t know.” She bit her lip and fingered the silver pentacle around her neck, nervously seeking reassurance.
“I seek power because you won’t.” He spat blood again. It spattered on her trainers.
“What?” She took another step back, eyes widening. Her nervous fingers clenched in a death grip.
“What is it you said back then, sister? That power always has a price. That the price was too high. That you refused to pay any more. That you would flee the power and never have to pay again?”
She nodded numbly. She remembered that day. That day when she had said enough was enough. That day when she couldn’t take any more of the darkness and the terror and the pain.
“Where did your power go, sister? Where did it go, Star Child? Where did it go, Daemon Born? Where did it go Shadow Bound? Where did it go, Fae Touched? Where did all the deals and pacts and bargains go? Just because you closed your eyes to your power didn’t mean that the power was lost. You can’t hide your head under the blankets and hope the monsters away!” He staggered towards her, limping forwards painfully. His shoes were spattered with blood that still flowed.
She took another step backwards out of reach. His eyes narrowed to burning, angry slits. “You used the power. You were the power.” He spat at her. A fine spray of blood dusted her clothing. “You made the pacts, same as me. You faced down the daemons, same as me. You fought the darkness and made it yield its secrets, same as me. You were born with all of these gifts, all of this power - same as me!” His voice raised from a hate filled hiss to an enraged yell. “We both had the same power, the same skill, the same talents that were part of us - not something you can hide from - part of us - PART OF YOU!!”
He raised a hand. She flinched back, sure that rage in his eyes had taken over. He snorted and spat at her feet. Trembling, he hobbled past her, wincing with every step. “You ran, sister. You stopped paying the price. So I had to pay.” He gave her one last furious glare. “I had to pay for both of us. And I’m still paying so you can keep hiding your head under the covers.”
He smiled then. A cruel, twisted rictus of a smile. “And I can’t afford it any more. I’ve sought power around the world. Done things that would horrify and disgust you - things that horrify and disgust me - done anything to get more power. But it’s not enough, I can’t pay the price any longer.”
He staggered out, only his voice echoing back into the cavern. “I hope you are ready, sister. Because the bailiffs are coming and I can’t bail you out anymore.”