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rainbowfic2016-01-15 09:30 pm
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2016-01-15 09:30 pm
Under The Bed Black
Name: Sebastian
Story: Baby, It's A Long Way Down (Oh fuck it, I'mma need a tag for this 'cause I am a sad creature with too many ideas. Long Way Down works if the full thing is too long for a tag.)
Colors: Under The Bed Black: 20. Nightlight
Supplies/Styles: none
Word Count: ~460
Warnings: Nothing in this one
Summary: More of Hadley thinking on her sister, the river and other dead things.
Notes: I'm trying to get into the space to write the actual story I want for this set of kids, so I am going to be doing ficbits for this lot for the next couple of days, I think.
Tally was never the kind of girl to be scared of things. She embraced the world, knew it to be big and beautiful, rather than cold and frightening. She looked at the world in a way Hadley never could, certainly not then and definitely not now.
Hadley sleeps with a nightlight, not because she's scared of the dark itself, she knows the dark can't hurt her, but she's well aware that all sorts of things call it home. They use the dark to move about and get their deeds done and she's not about to help make that any easier than it already is.
She hums to herself as she curls up in her bed, an old song her ma used to sing to her when she was young and couldn't sleep. It's one of those old, sad songs that somehow make it into the landscape of childhood. She liked it though, despite it's sadness and it brings her comfort now.
There are lots of different sorts of ghosts, Hadley knew that, and the ones that are in the form of memories, she's willing to welcome into her bed. Memories keep some people alive, even if it's just in the minds of those remembering. She wants to keep her ma alive, and Tally. God above, how she wants to keep Tally.
But Tally doesn't need her help keeping on. She's in the river now and the river will keep her spirit going for a good long while yet.
Hadley wishes it were different, wishes Tally could rest rather than rage against the riverside, but it's sure as shit not going to happen now. Maybe one day, maybe when she's got enough under her belt to challenge the river and come out standing but lord only knows when that's gonna be and she's not holding out hope it's ever going to be a thing.
Because the river is old magic, deep stuff that doesn't bend to the whims of silly girls with dead sisters. It's more likely to take those girls and chew them up, swallow them into the mud and the waves, making sure they aren't a nuisance anymore.
The nightlight glows softly against the wall, and Hadley is out of her head now, no longer lost on the shores of the river. She remembers that she's not taking anything on at the moment, remembers that Tally will be there for a good long while.
Despite what nightmares and racing thoughts try and tell her, there's not much to be done right this second. She's gotta be patient, gotta hold out for a while longer and then maybe.
Maybe she can take on something as big as the river. Maybe she can even take it on and come out breathing.
Story: Baby, It's A Long Way Down (Oh fuck it, I'mma need a tag for this 'cause I am a sad creature with too many ideas. Long Way Down works if the full thing is too long for a tag.)
Colors: Under The Bed Black: 20. Nightlight
Supplies/Styles: none
Word Count: ~460
Warnings: Nothing in this one
Summary: More of Hadley thinking on her sister, the river and other dead things.
Notes: I'm trying to get into the space to write the actual story I want for this set of kids, so I am going to be doing ficbits for this lot for the next couple of days, I think.
Tally was never the kind of girl to be scared of things. She embraced the world, knew it to be big and beautiful, rather than cold and frightening. She looked at the world in a way Hadley never could, certainly not then and definitely not now.
Hadley sleeps with a nightlight, not because she's scared of the dark itself, she knows the dark can't hurt her, but she's well aware that all sorts of things call it home. They use the dark to move about and get their deeds done and she's not about to help make that any easier than it already is.
She hums to herself as she curls up in her bed, an old song her ma used to sing to her when she was young and couldn't sleep. It's one of those old, sad songs that somehow make it into the landscape of childhood. She liked it though, despite it's sadness and it brings her comfort now.
There are lots of different sorts of ghosts, Hadley knew that, and the ones that are in the form of memories, she's willing to welcome into her bed. Memories keep some people alive, even if it's just in the minds of those remembering. She wants to keep her ma alive, and Tally. God above, how she wants to keep Tally.
But Tally doesn't need her help keeping on. She's in the river now and the river will keep her spirit going for a good long while yet.
Hadley wishes it were different, wishes Tally could rest rather than rage against the riverside, but it's sure as shit not going to happen now. Maybe one day, maybe when she's got enough under her belt to challenge the river and come out standing but lord only knows when that's gonna be and she's not holding out hope it's ever going to be a thing.
Because the river is old magic, deep stuff that doesn't bend to the whims of silly girls with dead sisters. It's more likely to take those girls and chew them up, swallow them into the mud and the waves, making sure they aren't a nuisance anymore.
The nightlight glows softly against the wall, and Hadley is out of her head now, no longer lost on the shores of the river. She remembers that she's not taking anything on at the moment, remembers that Tally will be there for a good long while.
Despite what nightmares and racing thoughts try and tell her, there's not much to be done right this second. She's gotta be patient, gotta hold out for a while longer and then maybe.
Maybe she can take on something as big as the river. Maybe she can even take it on and come out breathing.