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rainbowfic2014-01-03 03:24 pm
auguris) wrote in rainbowfic2014-01-03 03:24 pm
Dirt Brown 06; Blood Red 01
Name: auguris
'verse: Ghost Sight
Story: Vengeance
Colors: Dirt Brown 6. From the earth, Blood Red 1. stabbing
Supplies and Styles: Glitter: Fight, Charcoal, Canvas, Brush: writhe, Pastels: Hatred
Word Count: 453
Rating: R
Warnings: Murder.
Summary: Aldric avenges his parents.
The late autumn air is still, the forest silent beneath him. She sleeps deep into the night, breathing in and out between footsteps, her soil clinging to the soles of his bare feet. He crouches and is become her, leaves for hair and sap for blood. He is become the night, a phantom, quiet death.
The humans are loud.
Their fire crackles against the silence, laughter ringing into this trees. Horses stomp at their tethers. Orange and yellow casts their moving shadows long into the dark.
They cannot see him as they are blind to the light around them. The shimmer and shine of growth and life that flows beneath the ground, permeates the air, curls around them despite their insistence that it is not, that it is wrong, that is warrants destruction. They are not the rock in the river, they are not the dam that blocks the flow, they are worse, they unmake what they cannot understand. Death is natural; they are annihilation.
Aldric moves as a whisper on the wind, from rock to tree until he is just outside them, until he is heated by their fire, jostled by their addled words (finally found them and shouldn't have bothered running and barely put up a fight) and he can see their life, the spark inside that they took from Father and Mother. The spark they no longer deserve.
The first forces his face into the overflowing washbowl and holds himself down. The second flings herself into the fire, facedown and shrieking and unmovable. The third takes up his axe and buries it in the neck of the fourth before gouging his own eyes out, now he is truly blind and Aldric laughs -- the fifth buries a dagger in his belly before wrapping her own hands around her throat, struggling on the ground while Aldric falls, eyes closing to strangled shrieks
she leans over, long black hair a curtain between him and the fire, pale hand caressing his cheek and he asks
mother?
no dearboy. they took her from you, they take everything from us, that is all they know
I will not let her have you yet
you are MINE
and his eyes open in the morning light. The fire but embers now. He stands, shaking in the chill, pushing his shirt aside -- there is blood but no wound. The dagger lays on the ground, bloodied. His would-be killer lays face-up, hands still around her throat, spark gone.
They are all gone.
He sinks to the ground, face to the dirt, breathing in deep. She is here, close, just out of sight. If he turns quickly he will see her, he knows it.
auguris'verse: Ghost Sight
Story: Vengeance
Colors: Dirt Brown 6. From the earth, Blood Red 1. stabbing
Supplies and Styles: Glitter: Fight, Charcoal, Canvas, Brush: writhe, Pastels: Hatred
Word Count: 453
Rating: R
Warnings: Murder.
Summary: Aldric avenges his parents.
The late autumn air is still, the forest silent beneath him. She sleeps deep into the night, breathing in and out between footsteps, her soil clinging to the soles of his bare feet. He crouches and is become her, leaves for hair and sap for blood. He is become the night, a phantom, quiet death.
The humans are loud.
Their fire crackles against the silence, laughter ringing into this trees. Horses stomp at their tethers. Orange and yellow casts their moving shadows long into the dark.
They cannot see him as they are blind to the light around them. The shimmer and shine of growth and life that flows beneath the ground, permeates the air, curls around them despite their insistence that it is not, that it is wrong, that is warrants destruction. They are not the rock in the river, they are not the dam that blocks the flow, they are worse, they unmake what they cannot understand. Death is natural; they are annihilation.
Aldric moves as a whisper on the wind, from rock to tree until he is just outside them, until he is heated by their fire, jostled by their addled words (finally found them and shouldn't have bothered running and barely put up a fight) and he can see their life, the spark inside that they took from Father and Mother. The spark they no longer deserve.
The first forces his face into the overflowing washbowl and holds himself down. The second flings herself into the fire, facedown and shrieking and unmovable. The third takes up his axe and buries it in the neck of the fourth before gouging his own eyes out, now he is truly blind and Aldric laughs -- the fifth buries a dagger in his belly before wrapping her own hands around her throat, struggling on the ground while Aldric falls, eyes closing to strangled shrieks
she leans over, long black hair a curtain between him and the fire, pale hand caressing his cheek and he asks
mother?
no dearboy. they took her from you, they take everything from us, that is all they know
I will not let her have you yet
you are MINE
and his eyes open in the morning light. The fire but embers now. He stands, shaking in the chill, pushing his shirt aside -- there is blood but no wound. The dagger lays on the ground, bloodied. His would-be killer lays face-up, hands still around her throat, spark gone.
They are all gone.
He sinks to the ground, face to the dirt, breathing in deep. She is here, close, just out of sight. If he turns quickly he will see her, he knows it.