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Chaos and Calamity ([personal profile] rootsofthestories) wrote in [community profile] rainbowfic2015-08-08 09:33 am

Code brown, avocado

Name: Sebastian
Title: lead you to the light (bombs and bullets go off in the night)
Story: And The Devil makes Three
Colors: Code Brown: 2. Now there's nowhere to go but go back
Avocado: 3 - All the people we used to know / They're an illusion to me now / Some are mathematicians / Some are carpenter's wives / Don't know how it all got started -Bob Dylan: Tangled Up In Blue
Supplies: paint-by-numbers
Rating: G
Warnings: Nothing really.
Word count; 464
Notes: Just a little Molly snippet because this universe has been on my mind. I may wind up writing more for this lot in the next few days as I am trying to get back into the wing of writing on a regular basis and these guys seem to be what's ticking my boxes right now, so we will see.

And she moves through the crowd unseen, undetectable by moral eyes. She is a creature of the wind and light, the warmth of the sun and the kiss of the wind. She is not there and she is everywhere.

Molly knows who she's coming for, can see them radiating their final moments like music that's too loud on headphones. Its a young man this time, someone coming to the end due to unkind means.

She's going to help though, she's going to make it just a little easier.

He doesn't see her coming up behind him, she doesn't need him to, she just needs a hand on the back of his neck, a kiss where hi spine meets his neck.

"It's going ot be okay," she assures gently, one hand moving to wrap around his wrist and turn him around to face her. He wont' see her even now, just feel compelled to do what she wants. She just wants to get a look at him, see his face and know that someone smiled at him before he went way down into the dark of his own passing.

He looks through her and she doesn't mind, releasing him and letting him go about his own way. He'll die in a shooting later but he'll find her and she'll lead him somewhere different, somewhere better than this world, at least she hopes.

Molly prays, even though it falls on deaf ears. She is the eternal optimist, the lover of hope and light and she prays for a better tomorrow. She prays for her war to end and most of all, she prays for a good passing for this boy. She prays for a good passing for him and everyone she touches. She wishes nothing but the best for them.

She doesn't know them, can't imagine their lives, she just knows what she sees, the radiating light that pulses through them and tells her what she needs to know to help them move on. But she feels connected to each of those she touches, feels like she could have been friends with them, loved them, hated the even.

She knows each soul she meets could have been someone to her and she doesn't hold that lightly.

She loves them all for what they are, for what they could have been and for the fact that they are going to a potential war zone, that they don't get the peace they may think they deserve or want. It makes her heart ache to know she's sending them to a battlefield but she has no other choice right now, has no safe refuge for them.

Yet she loves them all, her little soldiering souls. She loves them and prays for them and wishes them nothing but the best.
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[personal profile] clare_dragonfly 2015-08-10 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahhh this is so sad and wonderful. ♥
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[personal profile] shipwreck_light 2015-08-11 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
ALL OF THE MOLLY LOVE ENSUES

I enjoyed how whistleful and almost romantic this was. And the lines about them being her souls. Like they're kittens!
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[personal profile] kay_brooke 2015-08-11 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, so sad but also so sweet. I love how much Molly cares.
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[personal profile] novel_machinist 2015-08-13 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh I love this sort of personification of death.
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[personal profile] novel_machinist 2015-08-14 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I share your love!

My Death and my Life are twin sisters. Death's paler her dreadlocks are white, but other than that...
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[personal profile] novel_machinist 2015-08-14 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
She's also BFFs with the angel Gabriel who she is trying to bolster up to ask Athena out. On the whole, Death is very nice to be around. A whole lot more soft and welcoming than Life can be. Life's very pragmatic and a bit harsh at times.
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[personal profile] novel_machinist 2015-08-15 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
They'll show up in Alan's story soon. :)
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[personal profile] bookblather 2015-08-23 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Oh Molly, you utter darling. I'm glad they have someone, at least.