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paradisalogs2012-10-07 10:27 pm
strangewonders) wrote in paradisalogs2012-10-07 10:27 pm
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Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me...
Who: Howl + Open
What: Nightmaaares.
When: While everyone's asleep.
Where: Happy fun nightmare land.
Rating: PG?
It's dark, the darkest a night can be, the stars above cold and distant with no moon in sight. It's quiet, too, as though everything were holding its breath, the marshes you stand in still, almost beyond believing. Only the occasional breeze disrupts the spell, rattling the marsh grasses, and sending ripples through patches of water, wavering reflections of the star-shot sky.
There's a figure standing far off, far enough away that it's almost impossible to make out, faint enough that you might believe you're seeing it when suddenly the skies light up with dazzling arcs of light some far, far overhead, crashing a long way beyond where you are now. Others come closer, begin to rain down all around you, sizzling as they plunge into the dark waters of the marshes, dying out with an almost human cry. The far-distant figure is closer now, then vanishes, reappears closer still, resolving into the form of a young man with dark hair and determined green eyes, chasing one of the arcs of light across the great expand of marshland. He's close, when he finally catches up to it, something glowing bright as the sun cupped gently in his hands. He speaks, but the words are lost in all the other noise that fills the marshes now, the hiss and sizzle of steam everywhere.
When you look again, the young man has pressed the glow to his chest, the look of determination turned to one of shock, whatever he had expected to happen gone somehow terribly wrong, his face contorted to a look of agony, as though he were being burned away from the inside. The stars keep falling all around, indifferent to his plight, eagerly meeting their fates in the depths of the marsh.
What: Nightmaaares.
When: While everyone's asleep.
Where: Happy fun nightmare land.
Rating: PG?
It's dark, the darkest a night can be, the stars above cold and distant with no moon in sight. It's quiet, too, as though everything were holding its breath, the marshes you stand in still, almost beyond believing. Only the occasional breeze disrupts the spell, rattling the marsh grasses, and sending ripples through patches of water, wavering reflections of the star-shot sky.
There's a figure standing far off, far enough away that it's almost impossible to make out, faint enough that you might believe you're seeing it when suddenly the skies light up with dazzling arcs of light some far, far overhead, crashing a long way beyond where you are now. Others come closer, begin to rain down all around you, sizzling as they plunge into the dark waters of the marshes, dying out with an almost human cry. The far-distant figure is closer now, then vanishes, reappears closer still, resolving into the form of a young man with dark hair and determined green eyes, chasing one of the arcs of light across the great expand of marshland. He's close, when he finally catches up to it, something glowing bright as the sun cupped gently in his hands. He speaks, but the words are lost in all the other noise that fills the marshes now, the hiss and sizzle of steam everywhere.
When you look again, the young man has pressed the glow to his chest, the look of determination turned to one of shock, whatever he had expected to happen gone somehow terribly wrong, his face contorted to a look of agony, as though he were being burned away from the inside. The stars keep falling all around, indifferent to his plight, eagerly meeting their fates in the depths of the marsh.
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She saw inside them, and then forgetting wasn't an option. His star, it shouldn't have fallen. Crouching beside him, it was as he lived on repeat.
No, Del didn't like this.
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He doesn't die here, he knows that. And through force of will, he makes the pain stop, pushes it away as he pushes away the past, his dark hair bleeding away to blond as he shakes off the remains of his younger self. He still burns, but the ache is a distant echo now, and he looks around, realizing how amiss things really are.
"Who are you?"
It's not the Witch. He knows that, as he knows that this isn't real, but if he still had a heart, it would be thumping in anxiety at the mere thought.
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"Who are you?"
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"Howl." It took him a moment to come up with the answer, still disoriented by the pseudo-memory and his own fear.
I am so late. Later than late. Life ate me, and I am beyond sorry! Feel free to ignore :(
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H-Hey! S-Stop that! [ Before another word could escape her mouth, she found herself rushing towards him, arms out to try and pull the glow away from his chest. It wasn't a lot, but it was something and that counted, right...? ]
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Oh!
[Well. Laying in the marsh. Not what he had planned. He moved to sit up, and a small black lump of rock and iron splashed into the water next to him. He looked at it, a distressed expression on his face.]
...it didn't work.
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What were you doing?
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I was trying to save it.
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From what? Is it a special rock...?
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It's dead, now.
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Maybe you could get another one?
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No, I don't think so.
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[Already, the storm had tapered off around them, the marshes beginning to settle back into silence.]
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