Angel's Muse
06-11-2007, 08:00 PM
I know I already have a writing thread, but I want to keep these drabbles all together...
A Brief Introduction:
This will be a totally random series of little drabbles. They will come in pairs of opposites, each drabble posted as a chapter. The first ones are Darkness and Light. The two drabbles in each pair may not actually relate to one another at all. They just include two opposite themes.
They begin at any time in the POTO story, and are mostly based off Kay and Leroux. The drabbles can be any (canon) pairing--- E/C or R/C, but some of them will not have pairings at all.
Darkness and Light: Darkness
Darkness.
Smothering.
Suffocating.
Death.
He had fallen to the floor long ago, too exhausted to stand. An incoherent noise gargled from a throat no longer able to make even vaguely human sounds.
Shapes loomed at him through the shadows, filling him with confused terror. If only he could see properly…but he couldn’t…he couldn’t…it was far too dark to see…
His hands, seeking a cool surface, traced the outline of his wretched image in the mirrors that barred his way out.
The prisoner jerked away with a hiss of pain, gazing in horrified disbelief at the burns on his fingers.
Water…water…water…
How ironic it was that it was ravenous and uncontrollable thirst that was tearing at his insides, even when his own body betrayed him by drowning him in undrinkable, salty liquid. The droplets rolled down his face in torrents, taking the last of his sanity away with their deceptive wetness. Their very appearance was enough to drive him mad.
The prisoner put out his tongue at last to taste the sweat flooding down his face, across his lips. His tongue- that dry muscle that was hardly recognisable as a tongue anymore- touched
The soothing liquid melted away instantly, leaving only the salt.
With the last of his strength, the prisoner screamed.
It could have just been the product of his tormented mind, but above him, he swore he heard tinkling, delighted laughter.
“Very good, my masked magician, very good…”
And then the darkness consumed him once more.
FIN.
Darkness and Light: Light
She wouldn’t come.
Why wouldn’t she come?
She’d promised, hadn’t she? She’d be waiting for him by the lake because she was a good girl and she had promised.
She always brought a lantern with her, although when he came he was never without one. She’d never explained why and he’d never pressed her to. It was strangely appropriate, was it not? His angel waiting for him, not swathed in darkness, but bathed in her own light.
Her own room was lit by the candles she herself brought in her lantern. They were simple white candlesticks, by no means remarkable, and not long burning either, but he could not bring himself to provide light for her with his own tall, black mourning candles.
Candles of death, providing the glow of the coffin and the strange radiance of the shroud. He lit them in his own chamber and around the house, his mausoleum. Their light was tainted, blackened, polluted.
Her light was pure, simple, beautiful. A light that existed to illuminate the living rather than glorify the dead.
And they came together perfectly.
A black light bobbed across the lake to meet the white one that waited for it.
A Brief Introduction:
This will be a totally random series of little drabbles. They will come in pairs of opposites, each drabble posted as a chapter. The first ones are Darkness and Light. The two drabbles in each pair may not actually relate to one another at all. They just include two opposite themes.
They begin at any time in the POTO story, and are mostly based off Kay and Leroux. The drabbles can be any (canon) pairing--- E/C or R/C, but some of them will not have pairings at all.
Darkness and Light: Darkness
Darkness.
Smothering.
Suffocating.
Death.
He had fallen to the floor long ago, too exhausted to stand. An incoherent noise gargled from a throat no longer able to make even vaguely human sounds.
Shapes loomed at him through the shadows, filling him with confused terror. If only he could see properly…but he couldn’t…he couldn’t…it was far too dark to see…
His hands, seeking a cool surface, traced the outline of his wretched image in the mirrors that barred his way out.
The prisoner jerked away with a hiss of pain, gazing in horrified disbelief at the burns on his fingers.
Water…water…water…
How ironic it was that it was ravenous and uncontrollable thirst that was tearing at his insides, even when his own body betrayed him by drowning him in undrinkable, salty liquid. The droplets rolled down his face in torrents, taking the last of his sanity away with their deceptive wetness. Their very appearance was enough to drive him mad.
The prisoner put out his tongue at last to taste the sweat flooding down his face, across his lips. His tongue- that dry muscle that was hardly recognisable as a tongue anymore- touched
The soothing liquid melted away instantly, leaving only the salt.
With the last of his strength, the prisoner screamed.
It could have just been the product of his tormented mind, but above him, he swore he heard tinkling, delighted laughter.
“Very good, my masked magician, very good…”
And then the darkness consumed him once more.
FIN.
Darkness and Light: Light
She wouldn’t come.
Why wouldn’t she come?
She’d promised, hadn’t she? She’d be waiting for him by the lake because she was a good girl and she had promised.
She always brought a lantern with her, although when he came he was never without one. She’d never explained why and he’d never pressed her to. It was strangely appropriate, was it not? His angel waiting for him, not swathed in darkness, but bathed in her own light.
Her own room was lit by the candles she herself brought in her lantern. They were simple white candlesticks, by no means remarkable, and not long burning either, but he could not bring himself to provide light for her with his own tall, black mourning candles.
Candles of death, providing the glow of the coffin and the strange radiance of the shroud. He lit them in his own chamber and around the house, his mausoleum. Their light was tainted, blackened, polluted.
Her light was pure, simple, beautiful. A light that existed to illuminate the living rather than glorify the dead.
And they came together perfectly.
A black light bobbed across the lake to meet the white one that waited for it.