| ain't been sober since last october|:letskeepacaponthis:

Aug 07, 2007 01:39

Title: Cold War Transmissions
Fandom: Alexander, head!asylum verse
Genre: ....gen, I guess.
Rating: PG

They never talk about it.
    Never. At least not...directly.
       ("How...how long....have you had...?"
             Nervous fingers dash across blinding bandages, and a hand catches the wrists, smooth away the worry.)

Maybe it's better that way, though. He's seen glimpses of his mother, that eerie laugh filling the corridors.
       She always asks about him, though. Always.
       ("Is he alright? They don't treat him like Philip does, they don't harm him do they? I'll kill them as so much a hair on his head is taken away---" )

But then again....
       ...he's never let anything come out either.
          (Breath, breath, grip your hair, try, try, push, make yourself calm down, concentrate. Jerk away at the touch on your shoulder, shudder, quake, don't cry, don't cry...
    But he's there, he's there when it's over.
    He holds you but neither of you speak.)

So, what is this now? The Berlin Wall? Will he have to peel everything away just to get to him, bring an end to this Iron Curtain of silence?
    ("Please, please...I want to know why. I have to know why,")

He might as well.
Title: Earth Intruders
Fandom: Original; Kariko Barbarian/Hunterverse.
Genre: Supernatural
Rating: PG-15?

She holds her brother's skull close to her chest, listens to the voices.
    Laughs.
       "You're wrong, wrong," She speaks to it, rocking in the roots of the tree, hearing the drums roar a little ways away.
             "I'm never wrong," he hisses, skull eyes glow like sun and sky and she merely laughs harder and harder.
        "We will die, die, all die," She holds the skull up, watches the eyes glow and dim, see his skin emerge and fade, expression lapse and grow. "We will die here, no one can change it and you know it, you do, you do," her eyes are distant, cold and she's scaring him, even though he's already dead by her hands.
             "You will NOT die this way! You won't, as long as I can do something about it!" she feels his anger coursing through the bone, feels it heat up and he's almost back, but she won't have it, she won't.
       The bone shatters on wood, the shards fly and her hands are bloody, but she's made up her mind.
    They will die. All of them.
        Because they deserve it and because it's been so, so long coming.
             And for the second time in her short, hideous life, she knows what victory feels like.

barbarianverse, asylum files, killkillkill, hunterverse, hephaestion, fic, kariko, asylum, head asylum, alexander, gen?, headfuckery

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