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rainbowfic2015-08-16 04:50 pm
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2015-08-16 04:50 pm
Code brown, rose pink, spilt ink
Name: Sebastian
Title: but the world keeps turning without her (and it seems like a crime)
Story: This City's Got Grace
Colors: Code Brown: 11. And I love this job, but sometimes I hate this business
Rose Pink: 10. you're my heart
Spilt Ink: 8. Being enlightened doesn't mean being happy. It means you're ok even when things aren't.
Supplies: graffiti (Lilith Faire Main Stage)
Word Count: 945
Rating: PG
Warnings: Death of a spouse/loved one. Grief and all the stuff that comes with it.
Notes: I did not mean to end today on a sad note but this came into my head and I wanted to put it down. Amusingly enough, the stories this round came out in a linear fashion which is kind of cool.
Also, I knocked out TWO colors with this! Code Brown and Rose Pink.
When Very dies, it's by her own choice. She lays down in bed, curled in her wolf form with Dee, and simply doesn't move again.
Dee doesn't move either, not for a long time. One of her brothers comes in and handles what needs to be done for her to move on, then asks if he should stay with her.
She says no.
She doesn't move for days, maybe weeks, she's honestly not sure. Time didn't matter, it was ever present and what she was concerned with was what wasn't there anymore.
Eventually she lets the body start to rot, lets things proceed as they should, as Very had wanted it. She was cremated and Dee kept the ashes, Though she never did decide on a place to properly settle them.
At some point in all this, Dee starts feeling strange. Her heart would speed up, her hands would twitch and shake. She would feel sick to her stomach and while she can control all of those things, when she wasn't making an active ffort to do so, her body would start going haywire.
Her brother, in his infinite wisdom and various degrees in psychology, says it's anxiety. She shakes her head but she knows he's right.
It makes her feel sick, weak even, to have this happening but she can't be surprised either.
Very was her life, she was everything. Her heart, her breath. She was Dee's connection to the living more than anyone else had ever been.
And now she's gone.
Dee has never hated what she does, what she is more than at that moment.
At some point,s he started screaming. It didn't matter though, it didn't do anything to relieve the pressure in her chest, the ache in her heart. She shouted and screamed and slammed herself into walls, trying to get it to just stop.
She didn't want this, she didn't want any of it. She wanted to go back to the way things were, she anted Very back. She wanted to not be who she is because fuck that Fuck everything, it didn't matter anymore.
She's gone, her head keeps saying. She's gone, she's gone, she's gone.
And it makes Dee want to claw her own brains out.
At some point in the whole thing, she decides to go out. To drive as far as she can on what gas her car had. It didn't matter where she ended up, as long as there was no bed that was too big, no memories waiting to spring forth and remind her of waht she's lost.
She's gone, she's gone, she's gone.
She floors the car and doesn't give a good god damn who sees her.
And it doesn't help, going fast like this, tearing through streets and highways but it's enough to keep her from screaming again and that is something.
When the car finally gives out and she has to pull over, she's in a town that she's never been to.
it's quaint and charming ad the rising sun asts a pretty glow over everything.
Getting out, Dee just starts walking, no direction or purpose in mind, just walking because what else is she going to do? She wasn't going back to the city yet and this was as good as anything.
She finds herself in the graveyard because of course she does Dee hisses and the ghosts scatter as she approaches.
Fine, she didn't want them around anyway.
She settles close to the center, curling up and leaning against hte side of a tombstone, her eyes falling shut as the sun warms her skin.
She can hear the town come alive, the graveyard being in the center making it easy to do. Not that it mattered, she wasn't going to be staying long, just until she can be sure she won't guide herself clear across the country instead of home again.
Home, what even is that anymore Very was her home and now...
She's gone, she's gone, she's gone.
Something brushes past her, a cat it seemed, and Dee reaches out to run her gingers across it's fur.
The cat nuzzles her gently, they always did have a fondness for her kind, and she lets the sliver of a smile cross her face. She remembers when she and very would play cat and dog, she letting the kitten project and Very in her proper form teasing and toying with it.
She's gone, she's gone, she's gone.
She gets to her feet, shaky and almost uncertain, and the cat follows her. She looks up to the sky, watching the sun wit unblinking eyes, before turning her attention to the graveyard again.
"She's gone," she says, her voice quiet and a litle uneven. "She's gone."
She feels the tears prick at her eyes and her heart start to go fast but she keeps saying it.
"She's gone, she's gone."
She says it until she can't say it anymore, her voice unable to make it through the tears.
Someone pulls her into a hug, wrapping arms tight around her as she cries.
Her brother. She should have known.
He holds her until she starts to pull away and even then, he keeps one arm around her should so that he might pull her in if need be.
She looks at him, tear stained and tire.d
"She's gone," Dee says weakly.
"But not lost," her brother says.
"I don't know if that's enough."
"In time, it will be."
They fall into silence, her leaning against him, and watch the sun rise the rest of the way.
Title: but the world keeps turning without her (and it seems like a crime)
Story: This City's Got Grace
Colors: Code Brown: 11. And I love this job, but sometimes I hate this business
Rose Pink: 10. you're my heart
Spilt Ink: 8. Being enlightened doesn't mean being happy. It means you're ok even when things aren't.
Supplies: graffiti (Lilith Faire Main Stage)
Word Count: 945
Rating: PG
Warnings: Death of a spouse/loved one. Grief and all the stuff that comes with it.
Notes: I did not mean to end today on a sad note but this came into my head and I wanted to put it down. Amusingly enough, the stories this round came out in a linear fashion which is kind of cool.
Also, I knocked out TWO colors with this! Code Brown and Rose Pink.
When Very dies, it's by her own choice. She lays down in bed, curled in her wolf form with Dee, and simply doesn't move again.
Dee doesn't move either, not for a long time. One of her brothers comes in and handles what needs to be done for her to move on, then asks if he should stay with her.
She says no.
She doesn't move for days, maybe weeks, she's honestly not sure. Time didn't matter, it was ever present and what she was concerned with was what wasn't there anymore.
Eventually she lets the body start to rot, lets things proceed as they should, as Very had wanted it. She was cremated and Dee kept the ashes, Though she never did decide on a place to properly settle them.
At some point in all this, Dee starts feeling strange. Her heart would speed up, her hands would twitch and shake. She would feel sick to her stomach and while she can control all of those things, when she wasn't making an active ffort to do so, her body would start going haywire.
Her brother, in his infinite wisdom and various degrees in psychology, says it's anxiety. She shakes her head but she knows he's right.
It makes her feel sick, weak even, to have this happening but she can't be surprised either.
Very was her life, she was everything. Her heart, her breath. She was Dee's connection to the living more than anyone else had ever been.
And now she's gone.
Dee has never hated what she does, what she is more than at that moment.
At some point,s he started screaming. It didn't matter though, it didn't do anything to relieve the pressure in her chest, the ache in her heart. She shouted and screamed and slammed herself into walls, trying to get it to just stop.
She didn't want this, she didn't want any of it. She wanted to go back to the way things were, she anted Very back. She wanted to not be who she is because fuck that Fuck everything, it didn't matter anymore.
She's gone, her head keeps saying. She's gone, she's gone, she's gone.
And it makes Dee want to claw her own brains out.
At some point in the whole thing, she decides to go out. To drive as far as she can on what gas her car had. It didn't matter where she ended up, as long as there was no bed that was too big, no memories waiting to spring forth and remind her of waht she's lost.
She's gone, she's gone, she's gone.
She floors the car and doesn't give a good god damn who sees her.
And it doesn't help, going fast like this, tearing through streets and highways but it's enough to keep her from screaming again and that is something.
When the car finally gives out and she has to pull over, she's in a town that she's never been to.
it's quaint and charming ad the rising sun asts a pretty glow over everything.
Getting out, Dee just starts walking, no direction or purpose in mind, just walking because what else is she going to do? She wasn't going back to the city yet and this was as good as anything.
She finds herself in the graveyard because of course she does Dee hisses and the ghosts scatter as she approaches.
Fine, she didn't want them around anyway.
She settles close to the center, curling up and leaning against hte side of a tombstone, her eyes falling shut as the sun warms her skin.
She can hear the town come alive, the graveyard being in the center making it easy to do. Not that it mattered, she wasn't going to be staying long, just until she can be sure she won't guide herself clear across the country instead of home again.
Home, what even is that anymore Very was her home and now...
She's gone, she's gone, she's gone.
Something brushes past her, a cat it seemed, and Dee reaches out to run her gingers across it's fur.
The cat nuzzles her gently, they always did have a fondness for her kind, and she lets the sliver of a smile cross her face. She remembers when she and very would play cat and dog, she letting the kitten project and Very in her proper form teasing and toying with it.
She's gone, she's gone, she's gone.
She gets to her feet, shaky and almost uncertain, and the cat follows her. She looks up to the sky, watching the sun wit unblinking eyes, before turning her attention to the graveyard again.
"She's gone," she says, her voice quiet and a litle uneven. "She's gone."
She feels the tears prick at her eyes and her heart start to go fast but she keeps saying it.
"She's gone, she's gone."
She says it until she can't say it anymore, her voice unable to make it through the tears.
Someone pulls her into a hug, wrapping arms tight around her as she cries.
Her brother. She should have known.
He holds her until she starts to pull away and even then, he keeps one arm around her should so that he might pull her in if need be.
She looks at him, tear stained and tire.d
"She's gone," Dee says weakly.
"But not lost," her brother says.
"I don't know if that's enough."
"In time, it will be."
They fall into silence, her leaning against him, and watch the sun rise the rest of the way.
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Oh, I know. She is relatively young as far as Deaths' go, so she never really got to lose anyone. Her brother (who needs a name) is at least a century older and has been through this shit.
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The Death's in this verse...Okay, the best way I can explain it is that there's one Death but what they did is split apart to make doing the job easier. So there are a ton of them wandering all over the world but they're all still the same? Just...Aspects.
Dee is one of the newer aspects and she's learning a lot while her brother has been around for a fair bit longer and one of her sisters older still. There are a lot of Deaths that casually show up in the verse too.
And even though you didn't ask, a little terminology: The Deaths all refer to each other as family. The closer they are to a certain Death, the closer in relation they get. There's a father and daughter in the universe, Dee and her siblings and cousins for everyone as well. Some Deaths will hook up with each other but it's not a common thing and the othre Deaths kind of side-eye it a little.
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She still might, it's just not her time yet.
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Yeeeeah. I feel bad for her.
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has no regrets. None whatsoever