Fic for the prompt meme:
The meme is "Give me the first sentence of a fic I haven't written and I'll give you the next five"
lipstickcat gave me the following prompt:
Tonight, just as every other night, Dash dreams, but he won't remember them when the sun comes up.
Tonight, just as every other night, Dash dreams, but he won't remember them when the sun comes up.
He is bounding over a hot desert plain, and the burning sand scorches the soft pink pads of his paws.
He is barefoot on a mountain, and mad-eyed women with wine-stained mouths are dancing wildly in the moonlight, their hands red past the wrist with blood.
He is bound to a standing stone, naked and shivering in the chill morning fog, and they will cut out his heart to make the sun rise again.
He is drowning in two inches of stagnant water, and the hands holding him under stroke his hair and whisper that it has to be this way, for the good of the village.
In the morning he wakes, stiff and cold, and as he eats his meagre breakfast, scavenged the day before from the dumpster behind the Eerie Bus Terminal and Supper Club, one word thrums through his body, repeated over and over:
Survive.
lipstickcat gave me the following prompt:
Tonight, just as every other night, Dash dreams, but he won't remember them when the sun comes up.
Tonight, just as every other night, Dash dreams, but he won't remember them when the sun comes up.
He is bounding over a hot desert plain, and the burning sand scorches the soft pink pads of his paws.
He is barefoot on a mountain, and mad-eyed women with wine-stained mouths are dancing wildly in the moonlight, their hands red past the wrist with blood.
He is bound to a standing stone, naked and shivering in the chill morning fog, and they will cut out his heart to make the sun rise again.
He is drowning in two inches of stagnant water, and the hands holding him under stroke his hair and whisper that it has to be this way, for the good of the village.
In the morning he wakes, stiff and cold, and as he eats his meagre breakfast, scavenged the day before from the dumpster behind the Eerie Bus Terminal and Supper Club, one word thrums through his body, repeated over and over:
Survive.