[Neverwhere] Latchkey
Disclaimer: Gaiman's
Warnings: ...OOC? I think? Gen, a little bit of crazy. Door bleeds out in London Above.
Latchkey
London Above smells like cold wind on metallic blood and she can't get it out of her nose. Scratch it out, she tells herself, but her fingers cannot move that far. The sun has frozen them, you see.
Can you put out the sun?
Perhaps if you lock it very very far away, behind a door, and if you have a special key.
She can smell a key. Perhaps it is the right key.
Ah, no, it is the cold cut of her blood. She is a Door, not a key, and you need a key first before you can lock or unlock or open.
There is a key in her pocket, where it is dark and damp. With key? No, with blood, of course, yes. It could open a door. It opens a Wrong door, one that must never never be opened again, because it is full of bad things, like keys, no, like blood, blood that smells exactly like metal keys that sparkle frost bright below a sun Above...
It's too bright. She whimpers. "Help me," she whispers, but she cannot lock the sun away. No one can.
The sun is a streetlamp. Just so we don't go omg uncanon!!1!
Warnings: ...OOC? I think? Gen, a little bit of crazy. Door bleeds out in London Above.
Latchkey
London Above smells like cold wind on metallic blood and she can't get it out of her nose. Scratch it out, she tells herself, but her fingers cannot move that far. The sun has frozen them, you see.
Can you put out the sun?
Perhaps if you lock it very very far away, behind a door, and if you have a special key.
She can smell a key. Perhaps it is the right key.
Ah, no, it is the cold cut of her blood. She is a Door, not a key, and you need a key first before you can lock or unlock or open.
There is a key in her pocket, where it is dark and damp. With key? No, with blood, of course, yes. It could open a door. It opens a Wrong door, one that must never never be opened again, because it is full of bad things, like keys, no, like blood, blood that smells exactly like metal keys that sparkle frost bright below a sun Above...
It's too bright. She whimpers. "Help me," she whispers, but she cannot lock the sun away. No one can.
The sun is a streetlamp. Just so we don't go omg uncanon!!1!