It's been a while!
Well, sorry. School's a bitch, as we all know. But I've been writing between the work, so don't worry! *glares at pile of written-on legal pad* Hmm... But anyway, getting back into the LoI fandom after a long time, I stated to lament about the lack of fics for it. DAMN! What the hell, I had to step up to the plate and write some, so here's one.
Surpise, surpise, though, 'cause it's a songfic. *le gasp!* Yes, I do indeed despise songfics for the singular reason they always include emo like Linkin Park (this is a guaranteed in songfics, go ahead, I dare you to do a songfic search!), MCR *cringe*, or something as cheesy. Granted, my songfic is indeed sad, I did NOT do run of the mill. (Thank god.)
My brother has just recently got me into a really snazzy band called Venus Hum. This is a recommended band from my brother--note they must be extremely good. Which they are, search them up while you're looking for song fics.[Song's called Hummingbirds by Venus Hum] I also reccomend listening to this song for the fic, to see where I'm coming from, great song, was written into the fic in italics.
Okay, so here's the fic:
Title: Where We Go When...
Genre: Songfic, death (God, this sounds emo, doesn't it? I want to shoot myself--ah! There we go!)
Pairing: None, really. Some Leon/Sara and is hinted Mathias/Leon
Warnings: None. Unless you have die-hard ideas about what happens after you die. If so, don't read, I'm not a preacher, just my artistic ideas. By the way, I don't own Castlevania or said characters. (decided to start putting these up before I get sued.)
Summary: Takes place after the game ends. Leon manages to escape the crumbling castle, but not his weariness. Stumbling, he blacks out and finds himself amongst unknown things and places.
Where We Go When...
After stumbling out of the crumbling castle, Leon felt as though it had actually fallen upon him rather than on itself. Funny how more weight was placed on you after a journey than not. Feet tripping over feet, he felt his cold, battered body fall onto the cobblestone walkway to the skeleton of the castle, cheek meeting more cold.
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids with the blues of green hummingbirds
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids
with the reds of pink hummingbirds
Eyes closed; he swore he saw colors dance behind his eyelids; colors vibrant, like he’d never seen in the desolate place of Walachia save for the lady’s silks. They swept him up in their warmth and he could feel himself lifted from his earthly body, light from the sadness that clutched at it. Ghostly fingers caressed his arms that they held, his cheeks; they carried him to a pool that he could not see, yet feel. He couldn’t see them either, just their colors.
They showed him, dipped him over the pool. The surface rippled.
Blue Moon
So white
So scared
To come out tonight
He saw it. The sky unknown as to what time it had taken place, but he saw it. The moon. It peeked out from the gnarled grey clouds above, as if afraid to look down on the sadness of his home. But he knew. This was his home, his soil his feet barely touched. The clouds seemed to move so fast, pushed by some unfelt, unheard wind. Or was he just moving so quickly? He couldn’t tell; just felt the warmness at his sides, laying their comforting hands on his shoulder.
It's too dark
For him
He's just a boy
With a man's grin
Crane and the swan
Wingspan across
Lake's silver light
The ivory night
He saw Sara. Held her in his arms, and knew they were dancing over the frozen surface of a glimmering lake. It was the collection of their dreams together. The dreams that would no longer come true-frozen in their acts. Across the lake’s silver surface he saw the reflection of birds, sweeping across with them-or was it them?
They were in a setting where even in the night, the sky never turned truly dark. The sky was off-white, and behind it hid true darkness. He could have been scared, have been confused, but the colors led him in his endless dance with Sara; so he looked at her and gave her his boy’s smile.
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids with the blues of green hummingbirds
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids with the reds of pink hummingbirds
He was gone from the lake, reaching out for it. He knew the memory was lost, just like their dreams, forever frozen in the lake where everyone’s lost dreams collected, untapped, untouched. Sadness came to him, but the colors warmed him, wrapped him in their embrace, blocking out the darkness around him. And when they retreated to his sides again, he saw them, all of them, by a giant tree; next to the pool.
Unseen light glimmered watery reflections upon their smiling faces. Some of them happy, some sad, mixed expressions, all around him, all the colors of the world. Then he knew. This was where people went when they died. Back to the giant tree, next to the pool of where memories of all lied. They mouthed out silent words to him, confused, he craned his ear to hear, but the presences at his sides pulled him back, away from them.
Godiva Girl
Swimming in chocolate
Winged foil heart cardinals
Oh but February stopped it
Red Bird
Scared white
She's just a girl
With a woman's smile
Again he stood by the pool. No, he stood upon it, but it was much bigger than first imagined, and the tree stood far away on the faint bank to his left-like the faraway shore of his life. He knew he was going to die, didn’t know how he knew all of this, but the thoughts did not scare him. He was just a sad boy, back faced to the future, forever facing his past. He knew he could not continue.
Two flashes of red passed over his head, starting a breeze that ruffled his hair and the pool below. Birds, he knew, Cardinals. Looking down as the ripples subsided; he got a glance at the colors around him. Spirits.
One was Rinaldo’s daughter; he just knew it was her. She smiled serenly. Others were his mother, his father, his favorite cousin, long dead. All his favorite colors present around him. Except one. Looking up from the pool’s reflections he saw her.
A lady dressed in a red dress, the color’s reflections off the water glimmering on her pale skin. She walked to him, her chocolate brown hair let loose around her bare shoulders. Sara… She was just a girl when she died. But she smiled at his unspoken apology, shaking her head silently. He loved her, he really did, but he knew as well she knew his when she had died. There was no pain.
“Not yet.” She whispered to him with her silent voice. “Not yet.”
Crane and the swan
Wingspan across
Lake's silver light
The ivory night
The sky’s dome above stained with the color of her dress, like apples-a fruit he’d only had once in his life. But a color he’d never forget. Red, like the scarlet of blood, and sweet like his lover’s lips.
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids with the blues of green hummingbirds
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids with the reds of pink hummingbirds
Colors enclosed him, the spirits, dragged him away. “SARA!”
I want to be neat
I want to be clean
I want to be marvelous
He remembered the words spoken to him by his best friend. Words as grandiose as his beauty, words that had swept him up into an elicit affair, a pain of guilt that still stabbed at him. He had loved Sara, but he had loved his brother, too.
But the pain of betrayal hurt so much more. The pain of being used. He closed his eyes and the colors beat against his eyelids, and he saw Mathias, smiling at him, like he most often did.
Thank me
The colors of it
He felt himself dropping, and then splashing into the pool violently, suddenly. He fought off the sinking, grabbing up through the water, but he just fell quicker, until the darkness of it swallowed him completely. He was not scared, the darkness embraced him just as the colors had, but now they were not here. Their arms no longer around him, pulling him to and fro. No more.
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids with the blues of green hummingbirds
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids with the reds of pink hummingbirds
When his eyes opened again, he saw a wooden ceiling, and not the branches of a giant tree, not the frightened moon, not the ivory sky, nor the red one. Just a dull brown ceiling. The colors were muted, and dull, just like reality always was. His body once again felt heavy and painful, but now it felt constricting and tight. He groaned and saw a figure move over him. He gave his eyes time to focus. It was Rinaldo. He was in Rinaldo’s cabin, lying on his cot-and Rinaldo must have gathered him from the remains of the castle.
“Why am I not dead?” He asked, voice hoarse from unuse.
Rinaldo gave a shadow of a smile, face grim. “’Twas not your time.” He answered simply.
“Not yet.” She had told him, her voice echoed back to him. He stared at his hand above him and then let it cover his eyes, so he closed them, willing the colors to come dancing back to soothe him. To take him to death. But they would no longer come. He knew death had made a mistake.
For once, Leon let himself cry. A sobbing that Rinaldo turned his back on, and strode away.
Favourite colours…aahh.
***
Tell me what you think.
Surpise, surpise, though, 'cause it's a songfic. *le gasp!* Yes, I do indeed despise songfics for the singular reason they always include emo like Linkin Park (this is a guaranteed in songfics, go ahead, I dare you to do a songfic search!), MCR *cringe*, or something as cheesy. Granted, my songfic is indeed sad, I did NOT do run of the mill. (Thank god.)
My brother has just recently got me into a really snazzy band called Venus Hum. This is a recommended band from my brother--note they must be extremely good. Which they are, search them up while you're looking for song fics.[Song's called Hummingbirds by Venus Hum] I also reccomend listening to this song for the fic, to see where I'm coming from, great song, was written into the fic in italics.
Okay, so here's the fic:
Title: Where We Go When...
Genre: Songfic, death (God, this sounds emo, doesn't it? I want to shoot myself--ah! There we go!)
Pairing: None, really. Some Leon/Sara and is hinted Mathias/Leon
Warnings: None. Unless you have die-hard ideas about what happens after you die. If so, don't read, I'm not a preacher, just my artistic ideas. By the way, I don't own Castlevania or said characters. (decided to start putting these up before I get sued.)
Summary: Takes place after the game ends. Leon manages to escape the crumbling castle, but not his weariness. Stumbling, he blacks out and finds himself amongst unknown things and places.
Where We Go When...
After stumbling out of the crumbling castle, Leon felt as though it had actually fallen upon him rather than on itself. Funny how more weight was placed on you after a journey than not. Feet tripping over feet, he felt his cold, battered body fall onto the cobblestone walkway to the skeleton of the castle, cheek meeting more cold.
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids with the blues of green hummingbirds
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids
with the reds of pink hummingbirds
Eyes closed; he swore he saw colors dance behind his eyelids; colors vibrant, like he’d never seen in the desolate place of Walachia save for the lady’s silks. They swept him up in their warmth and he could feel himself lifted from his earthly body, light from the sadness that clutched at it. Ghostly fingers caressed his arms that they held, his cheeks; they carried him to a pool that he could not see, yet feel. He couldn’t see them either, just their colors.
They showed him, dipped him over the pool. The surface rippled.
Blue Moon
So white
So scared
To come out tonight
He saw it. The sky unknown as to what time it had taken place, but he saw it. The moon. It peeked out from the gnarled grey clouds above, as if afraid to look down on the sadness of his home. But he knew. This was his home, his soil his feet barely touched. The clouds seemed to move so fast, pushed by some unfelt, unheard wind. Or was he just moving so quickly? He couldn’t tell; just felt the warmness at his sides, laying their comforting hands on his shoulder.
It's too dark
For him
He's just a boy
With a man's grin
Crane and the swan
Wingspan across
Lake's silver light
The ivory night
He saw Sara. Held her in his arms, and knew they were dancing over the frozen surface of a glimmering lake. It was the collection of their dreams together. The dreams that would no longer come true-frozen in their acts. Across the lake’s silver surface he saw the reflection of birds, sweeping across with them-or was it them?
They were in a setting where even in the night, the sky never turned truly dark. The sky was off-white, and behind it hid true darkness. He could have been scared, have been confused, but the colors led him in his endless dance with Sara; so he looked at her and gave her his boy’s smile.
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids with the blues of green hummingbirds
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids with the reds of pink hummingbirds
He was gone from the lake, reaching out for it. He knew the memory was lost, just like their dreams, forever frozen in the lake where everyone’s lost dreams collected, untapped, untouched. Sadness came to him, but the colors warmed him, wrapped him in their embrace, blocking out the darkness around him. And when they retreated to his sides again, he saw them, all of them, by a giant tree; next to the pool.
Unseen light glimmered watery reflections upon their smiling faces. Some of them happy, some sad, mixed expressions, all around him, all the colors of the world. Then he knew. This was where people went when they died. Back to the giant tree, next to the pool of where memories of all lied. They mouthed out silent words to him, confused, he craned his ear to hear, but the presences at his sides pulled him back, away from them.
Godiva Girl
Swimming in chocolate
Winged foil heart cardinals
Oh but February stopped it
Red Bird
Scared white
She's just a girl
With a woman's smile
Again he stood by the pool. No, he stood upon it, but it was much bigger than first imagined, and the tree stood far away on the faint bank to his left-like the faraway shore of his life. He knew he was going to die, didn’t know how he knew all of this, but the thoughts did not scare him. He was just a sad boy, back faced to the future, forever facing his past. He knew he could not continue.
Two flashes of red passed over his head, starting a breeze that ruffled his hair and the pool below. Birds, he knew, Cardinals. Looking down as the ripples subsided; he got a glance at the colors around him. Spirits.
One was Rinaldo’s daughter; he just knew it was her. She smiled serenly. Others were his mother, his father, his favorite cousin, long dead. All his favorite colors present around him. Except one. Looking up from the pool’s reflections he saw her.
A lady dressed in a red dress, the color’s reflections off the water glimmering on her pale skin. She walked to him, her chocolate brown hair let loose around her bare shoulders. Sara… She was just a girl when she died. But she smiled at his unspoken apology, shaking her head silently. He loved her, he really did, but he knew as well she knew his when she had died. There was no pain.
“Not yet.” She whispered to him with her silent voice. “Not yet.”
Crane and the swan
Wingspan across
Lake's silver light
The ivory night
The sky’s dome above stained with the color of her dress, like apples-a fruit he’d only had once in his life. But a color he’d never forget. Red, like the scarlet of blood, and sweet like his lover’s lips.
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids with the blues of green hummingbirds
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids with the reds of pink hummingbirds
Colors enclosed him, the spirits, dragged him away. “SARA!”
I want to be neat
I want to be clean
I want to be marvelous
He remembered the words spoken to him by his best friend. Words as grandiose as his beauty, words that had swept him up into an elicit affair, a pain of guilt that still stabbed at him. He had loved Sara, but he had loved his brother, too.
But the pain of betrayal hurt so much more. The pain of being used. He closed his eyes and the colors beat against his eyelids, and he saw Mathias, smiling at him, like he most often did.
Thank me
The colors of it
He felt himself dropping, and then splashing into the pool violently, suddenly. He fought off the sinking, grabbing up through the water, but he just fell quicker, until the darkness of it swallowed him completely. He was not scared, the darkness embraced him just as the colors had, but now they were not here. Their arms no longer around him, pulling him to and fro. No more.
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids with the blues of green hummingbirds
Some of my favourite colours in the world
Beat against my eyelids with the reds of pink hummingbirds
When his eyes opened again, he saw a wooden ceiling, and not the branches of a giant tree, not the frightened moon, not the ivory sky, nor the red one. Just a dull brown ceiling. The colors were muted, and dull, just like reality always was. His body once again felt heavy and painful, but now it felt constricting and tight. He groaned and saw a figure move over him. He gave his eyes time to focus. It was Rinaldo. He was in Rinaldo’s cabin, lying on his cot-and Rinaldo must have gathered him from the remains of the castle.
“Why am I not dead?” He asked, voice hoarse from unuse.
Rinaldo gave a shadow of a smile, face grim. “’Twas not your time.” He answered simply.
“Not yet.” She had told him, her voice echoed back to him. He stared at his hand above him and then let it cover his eyes, so he closed them, willing the colors to come dancing back to soothe him. To take him to death. But they would no longer come. He knew death had made a mistake.
For once, Leon let himself cry. A sobbing that Rinaldo turned his back on, and strode away.
Favourite colours…aahh.
***
Tell me what you think.