House of Sky
My second drabble posted over at hd100 for the AU challenge. It was other universe I wanted to write them in, and I like the way it came out. It's my first dialogue-only, so I do hope it doesn't suck too badly.
Oh, and my sincerest apologies to Golding...
LORD OF THE FLIES?
“Give me the couch, Jack, now.”
“It’s a conch, you idiot, not a couch.”
“Shut up, Harry. Give me the conch, Jack!”
“No! I haven’t finished talking.”
“Yes, you have. You’re not telling the assembly anything we haven’t already heard. You’re a hunter. Yes, we all know-.”
“That’s not all I’m saying! You two show up out of nowhere and try to run the place! Ralph and I have been managing pretty well.”
“Hey! I’m not trying to take over! He is!”
“Shut up, Harry.”
“You shut up, Draco.”
“Jack, give me the conch.”
“Sure Ralph, here it is.”
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Wrote this one a long freakin' time ago, but I thought I'd post it, no particular reason, probably just that it's like the one old thing I have that I still like.
Small A/N: It takes place after the Second Voldemort War, and Draco is thinking about the downfall of the one person he thought could save him - Voldemort, of course!
SILENT BLUE SKY
Empty sky opens up under you. You don’t know how you got this way. You never even saw it coming. But now nothing is as it seems; unfamiliar territory stretches around you in every direction. Your eyes haze over; no longer clear and icy, no longer so like stormy skies.
You’re alone now. Everyone has left you. You still don’t believe it. You cling to the false hope like you cling to the breath slowly leaving your lungs. It escapes your lips and now you know that you’re alone. That no one is left. The silent blue sky gazes down upon you, mocking your every move. It’s all you have left now. The rain will come and blend with your tears that will wash you away. It’s not far off now. You know this. You’ve come the realization that you can’t fight it. That you can’t win. Open your face up to the sky and breathe it in. Breathe until you can’t breathe any longer. It won’t take long. You know this is the end.
Who will have your final goodbye? Who will think of you as fade to black in an unknown world? Anyone? The cold whips around you and your skin is like ice. Still the silent sky smiles down on you. You could have prevented this. You used to have the power. But you’re drained now. You wasted yourself trying to save yourself. A bitter laugh sounds at the irony. It bounces off the sharp edges of your surroundings. Haunting you. Stabbing you. The echoes ringing in your ears long after the humor is gone.
What happened to you, you wonder. But you know. Deep down, you know the truth. And that will eat at you day in and day out for the rest of your life. The sky is blue above your head, blue below your feet. Blue all around you. Empty, significant, endless. And silent. Always silent.
Oh, and my sincerest apologies to Golding...
LORD OF THE FLIES?
“Give me the couch, Jack, now.”
“It’s a conch, you idiot, not a couch.”
“Shut up, Harry. Give me the conch, Jack!”
“No! I haven’t finished talking.”
“Yes, you have. You’re not telling the assembly anything we haven’t already heard. You’re a hunter. Yes, we all know-.”
“That’s not all I’m saying! You two show up out of nowhere and try to run the place! Ralph and I have been managing pretty well.”
“Hey! I’m not trying to take over! He is!”
“Shut up, Harry.”
“You shut up, Draco.”
“Jack, give me the conch.”
“Sure Ralph, here it is.”
----
Wrote this one a long freakin' time ago, but I thought I'd post it, no particular reason, probably just that it's like the one old thing I have that I still like.
Small A/N: It takes place after the Second Voldemort War, and Draco is thinking about the downfall of the one person he thought could save him - Voldemort, of course!
SILENT BLUE SKY
Empty sky opens up under you. You don’t know how you got this way. You never even saw it coming. But now nothing is as it seems; unfamiliar territory stretches around you in every direction. Your eyes haze over; no longer clear and icy, no longer so like stormy skies.
You’re alone now. Everyone has left you. You still don’t believe it. You cling to the false hope like you cling to the breath slowly leaving your lungs. It escapes your lips and now you know that you’re alone. That no one is left. The silent blue sky gazes down upon you, mocking your every move. It’s all you have left now. The rain will come and blend with your tears that will wash you away. It’s not far off now. You know this. You’ve come the realization that you can’t fight it. That you can’t win. Open your face up to the sky and breathe it in. Breathe until you can’t breathe any longer. It won’t take long. You know this is the end.
Who will have your final goodbye? Who will think of you as fade to black in an unknown world? Anyone? The cold whips around you and your skin is like ice. Still the silent sky smiles down on you. You could have prevented this. You used to have the power. But you’re drained now. You wasted yourself trying to save yourself. A bitter laugh sounds at the irony. It bounces off the sharp edges of your surroundings. Haunting you. Stabbing you. The echoes ringing in your ears long after the humor is gone.
What happened to you, you wonder. But you know. Deep down, you know the truth. And that will eat at you day in and day out for the rest of your life. The sky is blue above your head, blue below your feet. Blue all around you. Empty, significant, endless. And silent. Always silent.