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rainbowfic2016-10-17 01:41 am
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2016-10-17 01:41 am
Entry tags:
Flint
Name: Sebastian
Story: The Unnamed Hades/Persephone verse
Colors: Flint: 10. We will write you down, we will build you in words
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: ~450
Warnings: Nothing
Summary: Barret has a rough night.
Notesbalsamandash and I came up with a modern Hades and Perspehone a few weeks after we moved into the new apartment and I said I would try and write for them at some point. THi sis me making good on that.
There are stories about them. Well, sort of them. The them that had been.
There are stories and there are songs and there are prayers whispered at night by people who sometimes wonder if they're real or not.
(And when they're not wondering, they have enough belief in their heart to dash out any of the doubts in their heads.)
Sometimes at night he thinks he can hear the prayers, here the songs being hummed into the darkness. He is not Him, the being those songs and prayers are meant for but sometimes he loses himself in the noise in his head. He forgets who he is, feels the centuries flying away from him until he's in an age long ago, in a place far away.
He's always pulled out of it before he goes too far, though, they touch him with gentle hands and a soft voice, calling him home again, reminding him where he is.
"Hey B, you're okay," they whisper. "You're back now. You're home."
He doesn't say anything for a long moment, just curls up and takes in a shaky breath. He says his name once, then twice, and says theirs too. Reminds himself of where he is and what time it is.
It's hard to keep track of the world when it shifts like that, hard to remember anything it feels like memories that don't belong to him try and overtake his brain.
It makes him feel sick.
The ghosts are always loud on those nights too. What's usually background noise rises up to a scream and he wants to put his head through a wall. He knows they aren't his responsibility, knows that he can't help them all, but they pull at his mind nonetheless. They leave him fractured and weary and he wants nothing more than to close his eyes and fall away from all of it.
But they shush the ghosts too. They tell him stories that have nothing to do with the Others. She tells him silly stories and they watch movies together or she helps him make a cake.
(It always goes horribly but that isn't the point.)
They chase out the hauntings together, losing themselves in each other and the present. He lets himself forget about all the words penned about them and ignores the whispers of prayer from people he doesn't know.
They introduce themselves to each other, use Barret and Sarah instead of dead names from long ago.
It doesn't matter who they had been, who lives in the back of their minds and tries to overtake them.
They will be who they want to be, old gods and words and prayers be damned.
Story: The Unnamed Hades/Persephone verse
Colors: Flint: 10. We will write you down, we will build you in words
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: ~450
Warnings: Nothing
Summary: Barret has a rough night.
Notes
balsamandash and I came up with a modern Hades and Perspehone a few weeks after we moved into the new apartment and I said I would try and write for them at some point. THi sis me making good on that. There are stories about them. Well, sort of them. The them that had been.
There are stories and there are songs and there are prayers whispered at night by people who sometimes wonder if they're real or not.
(And when they're not wondering, they have enough belief in their heart to dash out any of the doubts in their heads.)
Sometimes at night he thinks he can hear the prayers, here the songs being hummed into the darkness. He is not Him, the being those songs and prayers are meant for but sometimes he loses himself in the noise in his head. He forgets who he is, feels the centuries flying away from him until he's in an age long ago, in a place far away.
He's always pulled out of it before he goes too far, though, they touch him with gentle hands and a soft voice, calling him home again, reminding him where he is.
"Hey B, you're okay," they whisper. "You're back now. You're home."
He doesn't say anything for a long moment, just curls up and takes in a shaky breath. He says his name once, then twice, and says theirs too. Reminds himself of where he is and what time it is.
It's hard to keep track of the world when it shifts like that, hard to remember anything it feels like memories that don't belong to him try and overtake his brain.
It makes him feel sick.
The ghosts are always loud on those nights too. What's usually background noise rises up to a scream and he wants to put his head through a wall. He knows they aren't his responsibility, knows that he can't help them all, but they pull at his mind nonetheless. They leave him fractured and weary and he wants nothing more than to close his eyes and fall away from all of it.
But they shush the ghosts too. They tell him stories that have nothing to do with the Others. She tells him silly stories and they watch movies together or she helps him make a cake.
(It always goes horribly but that isn't the point.)
They chase out the hauntings together, losing themselves in each other and the present. He lets himself forget about all the words penned about them and ignores the whispers of prayer from people he doesn't know.
They introduce themselves to each other, use Barret and Sarah instead of dead names from long ago.
It doesn't matter who they had been, who lives in the back of their minds and tries to overtake them.
They will be who they want to be, old gods and words and prayers be damned.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0DkUN15WrZk
I love this song.
*hearts*
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Ooooooh that song. <3
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:D Thank you! I really like these two and they make me happy.
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