Refuge

Nov. 15th, 2010 09:15 am
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Her room.

616.

Weyland is tugged inside and the door closes, cutting off the noises, scents and lights of the Bar. In the almost complete darkness, there is Lucifer, her presence, her perfume.

Date: 2010-11-16 02:34 am (UTC)
mechanicalswans: (down)
From: [personal profile] mechanicalswans
She is a comfort.

So is the darkness--it enfolds him, encloses him, reminds him of the mountain where once he lived.

"She's gone," he whispers. "It's all gone. Everything."

Date: 2010-11-17 02:43 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mechanicalswans
"I saw it," he says. "Watched it happen. The world--holes in the sky, holes in reality, crumbling in on itself. Everything I had built was destroyed. I don't know if I can go back--don't know if I will ever have a door again--and if I don't, how can I ever be free?"

Date: 2010-11-18 02:00 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mechanicalswans
"If my world is gone, my wife is gone also," he says quietly, "and my heart along with her. I can never get it back. It wasn't enough that I should chase her to the end of time, but even then--even now--"

He shakes his head slightly.

"I will never be whole again."

Date: 2010-11-19 04:50 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mechanicalswans
The mechanical ticking of his unreal heart is more noticeable than usual--which is to say, quite noticeable, especially as close to him as she is.

That is what keeps them apart. What his wife had taken, and what she had left behind.

Her words--surely that cannot be how it happened; she loved him, and he had no idea that anything was wrong until she was gone--come back to him, unbidden, and he tries his best to banish them again.

I don't want to do this anymore.

He holds her close, trying to make sense of what is left of his world.

Date: 2010-11-22 01:43 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mechanicalswans
"How do you put things together again?" he asks quietly. "Surely you must've seen so many people lose everything they had--and you yourself, cast out and forced to find a new way. How do you do it?"

Date: 2010-11-28 07:22 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mechanicalswans
"I don't have much choice, here. I am outside of time and everything that was, has ended."

But he wants to move on. There is nothing he'd like more at this moment than to be free, free to choose his path and his loyalties.

"Maybe it just takes time."

Date: 2010-11-30 02:08 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mechanicalswans
"Maybe it will be enough," he says. "And maybe it won't, but here I am anyway."

He leans against her, closing his eyes.

Date: 2010-12-01 03:27 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mechanicalswans
"You always are," he says, more quietly. "You deserve someone better than me, I hope you know that."

Date: 2010-12-03 03:33 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mechanicalswans
"I never loved humanity," he says. "Individuals--there were a few I could tolerate. But as a group, I found them little better than disrespectful parasites. You deserve better than them, also."

Date: 2010-12-05 07:08 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mechanicalswans
"That's all they do," he says. "Waste what they have, covet what they do not have, fight over what they do not deserve. All they have ever done."

Date: 2010-12-08 01:53 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mechanicalswans
"There are no worries left," he says, resting his chin on her shoulder. "The worst that could happen has already happened. It can only get better from here."

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