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rainbowfic2013-01-31 03:02 pm
sharpeningthebones) wrote in rainbowfic2013-01-31 03:02 pm
Entry tags:
Iceberg Sleet
Name: Charley
Story: No Child Is Spared
Colors: Iceberg - Sleet
Word Count: 229
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Notes: Need a story tag for No Child Is Spared.
They live with the lights off, live in darkness, live in the place where the wounds are harder to see. They both have them, bruises and burns and scars to prove what they've been through. She tries not to think about it, tries not to remember that they've been marked by their past, by how they grew up and what they've seen but sometimes, when the lights are on, it's hard.
But he holds her now, holds her in the dark where everything is safe. They listen to the sleet hit the windows and he tells her stories. Fairy tales an folktales and stories about them, even though it's not them at all.
Their lives were no fairytale, their story isn't one you tell your children. Still though, he tells her that they will have a happy ending, that they will always have a happy ending if they have each other.
And it makes her smile, makes her relax in his grip and nuzzle him, purring a little and giggling.
“Silly cat,” he murmurs into her hair, petting her.
“Sillier,” she counters, poking him lightly.
“Both silly,” he replies, pulling her against him. “Silly, silly cats.”
The sleet still falls, the world still turns and their old scars still ache but they know the sun will rise, they know they will live to see tomorrow.
Story: No Child Is Spared
Colors: Iceberg - Sleet
Word Count: 229
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Notes: Need a story tag for No Child Is Spared.
They live with the lights off, live in darkness, live in the place where the wounds are harder to see. They both have them, bruises and burns and scars to prove what they've been through. She tries not to think about it, tries not to remember that they've been marked by their past, by how they grew up and what they've seen but sometimes, when the lights are on, it's hard.
But he holds her now, holds her in the dark where everything is safe. They listen to the sleet hit the windows and he tells her stories. Fairy tales an folktales and stories about them, even though it's not them at all.
Their lives were no fairytale, their story isn't one you tell your children. Still though, he tells her that they will have a happy ending, that they will always have a happy ending if they have each other.
And it makes her smile, makes her relax in his grip and nuzzle him, purring a little and giggling.
“Silly cat,” he murmurs into her hair, petting her.
“Sillier,” she counters, poking him lightly.
“Both silly,” he replies, pulling her against him. “Silly, silly cats.”
The sleet still falls, the world still turns and their old scars still ache but they know the sun will rise, they know they will live to see tomorrow.
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They do! It takes them a while but thye get there.