Writing meme
Because work has been totally kicking my ass the last few weeks and will be until November. I need to relax. The thought of this completely amuses me because, well, I'm mentally unstable at the best of times.
Stolen from bikun
Give me a character or pairing (that I'm familiar with) and a word, and I will write you one line of fic here.I reserve the ( Read more... )
Stolen from bikun
Give me a character or pairing (that I'm familiar with) and a word, and I will write you one line of fic here.I reserve the ( Read more... )
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The rain poured down outside, cutting off the view of the houses across the street, giving a sense of isolation and a purely emotional chill. There were no lights in the tall house, the spartan interior familiar and easy enough to navigate in the dark.
Ran sat beside the window, watching the water pound against the glass. Even the occasional flash of lightning couldn’t illuminate the street. The sheer volume of the water reflected the light but didn’t allow it to penetrate the heavy curtains of rain. Closing his eyes, he listened to the thunder, unable to keep from comparing it to the rumble of heavy guns. He’d never heard the sounds of actual combat, but it was a subject upon which he’d spent a great deal of time and thought.
It had been raining for days now. The streets were awash with water and the feeling of isolation increased slowly with each passing day. It was dark even at noon, and he’d ceased turning on all the lights, finding that bright emptiness was still emptiness, bringing only sight and not actual illumination.
Sighing, he reached out, finding what he wanted easily, even in the darkness. Long fingers twisted, and there was light. The small lamp beside him was a pretty thing… the only truly ornate item in the entire house. It didn’t cast a great deal of light, only the smallest pool of golden glow. Ran traced the wings of the lamp, feeling somehow warmer, letting the memories wash over him.
There was just enough light to keep the darkness at bay, leaving him alone with the tall window and the pouring rain, concealing the stark room behind a curtain of darkness. The voice, when it came, was a surprise, albeit a welcome one.
“Come away from the window.”
Perhaps it was concern for his health, pressed against the chill glass so late at night. Perhaps it was simply reflex, not wanting such a well illuminated target. Ran turned away from the pouring rain and slipped from the windowsill. A gloved hand entered the small globe of light, retrieving the lamp.
Memory again, a tall, somber man in uniform, wordlessly extending this same lamp to a small, frightened boy. The man was the same, posture erect, eyes hidden behind a silvered visor, face impassive as he held the lamp in gloved hands. Ran wasn’t that boy anymore, however, and the feeling of isolation returned with a vengeance.
He smiled, however, accepting the lamp.
Leaving Gingetsu in the darkness, he made his way to his room, curling up in the bed. He slept then, alone but for the pool of golden light and the sound of the pouring rain.
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