Five Things That Never Happened To Faramir on an Island
For the Five things meme on my_slate
1) Different Path
The storm is over and I am going fishing. I retrieved the pole from my ruined shelter, very pleased that Severus had been there to warn that we should go to the caves.
Someone else has the same idea--to go fishing. It is a woman and she’s using an arrow to fish with. Strange. I call out to her.
“If you’d prefer it, I can let you use a spare fishing pole.”
She gives me a very sour look.
“I can take care of myself,” she snaps.
I don’t think that I implied she couldn’t. I thought I had offered a fishing pole. Perhaps I should not have offered.
I nod.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.”
I will go fishing somewhere else, I think.
2) Chocolat
Vianne seemed so surprised that I had never before had chocolate. She was pleased to have me try it and I am very glad that I did. After the muffin, she gave me a piece to just eat and that was even better.
I wonder if Vianne... But it is a foolish thought, that Vianne would think so about me, flattering as it might be.
A beautiful day, although a little warm, and I found some more new clothes and it wasn’t even a terrible chore. To the cave with my findings and then I’ll go walking. I wonder what was so wrong with Severus and, he said, so many others. Someone is out.
“Hello, Max. I have not spoken with you in a long time.” Not since that day when she was acting so... I have seen her, briefly, but she always seems embarrassed. But today...
“Hey, Faramir, how’s it... goin’?” she says with a wide grin. I could get lost in that smile.
“I feel good. It’s been a fine day, although not everyone else would agree with me. They... what are you doing?”
She has walked forward and is touching my face softly.
“Just checking something out--and you’re right. You do feel good, so everyone else you’ve talked to must just be full of crap.”
The bundle of clothing in my arms prevents me from touching her back.
“I just need to put these in my cave.” I don’t want to leave her, although I think I’m flushed. Well, it is a little warm out. “I was going to take a walk after, if you’d like to wait.”
“The caves? Do you live in there? Mind if I check it out?” She’s walking beside me before I’ve nodded. She talks to me in the darkness, holding my arm as we make our way deeper inside. Her voice is cheerful and it’s good she’s here.
“I’ve missed speaking with you,” I tell her honestly as I drop the clothes. “Sorry you can’t really see anything in here. I should have lit a fire.”
“You can still light one, but you don’t have to.” She laughs. “I’m feeling a bit warm. It’s cooler in here--nice.”
I return her gesture from earlier. “You are a bit warm. It is hotter out than I first thought this morning. Perhaps I will stay here where it’s more comfortable.”
“You want company?” She says, not quite laughing. “I’d like to get comfortable too.”
Still touching her face and she’s touching mine and somehow it doesn’t get any cooler in here but much warmer and I really didn’t need to take a walk. This is much more pleasant exercise.
3) Very Long Sight
There is no magic on this island. No one has any magic. But the Long Sight isn’t magic and it isn’t gone and I stopped being able to control it a long time ago.
I’m not sure when it happened, but seeing into people's hearts became much easier than ever before. I didn't even have to try. I couldn't stop even when I tried.
People kept arriving. I could tell every morning when I woke if someone new was here. At first I went to look for them then I stopped because it got so strong that I knew all about everyone as soon as they arrived. Avoiding people didn’t help because I could still 'see' them.
The long-lived ones were the worst and the ones who were angels or demons or gods...
They found me shortly after Marv went mad and brought me here because, of course, I could see everything he saw along with everything else. Now I see four white walls in a small room, physically. Everyone's thoughts-memories-feelings-hearts also and that's stronger when I close my eyes. I can't help but blink and I fall asleep sometimes.
I would not have imagined that the young girl, Samara, would have such horrible dreams. I see those, too.
I did. Until yesterday. I woke up and it was... four white walls and silence.
It took a few hours to figure out that everyone was gone. Even some of the others who were locked up are gone. A few hours after that it occurred to me that I ought to try the door because no one was going to bring any food.
Still locked.
The other two who were locked up are... gone now. I stopped being able to see them. One almost immediately yesterday and one a little while ago.
I'm not sure what happened, where everyone went. I’m hungry and thirsty but I’ve had sleep and it’s quiet and the walls are pleasant to look at--white, like home. I like it here.
4) Baby
"Well, what did you expect?" I don't even want him to answer that because his answer would likely be ridiculous as everything else he says. My tone softens as he looks up at me from my bed. "You were mistaken, and you drank too much last night. I'll accept that."
He sniffs from behind the hands holding his nose. It's bleeding but not broken. He's acting very like a baby and I kept telling him not to call me that. I also don't remember promising that he could stay here as he said I did but it was no real trouble.
Until I woke this morning and his hands were... Not all of his oddness is childlike in nature. I hit him once for each of my arms.
His third hand is cradling his gut.
"It could have been worse," I tell him.
5) Time Cut
I was feeling better about my fight with Buffy after speaking with Richard and Eowyn and Sirius. It still hurts but I am confident that we can talk things over, work out our differences.
Or we would have. If something hadn’t happened to make Marv shoot me. He might even hear my voice but I don’t think he understands what I’m saying. I am dead.
His hands are very large as they reach toward my face. He is a massive person. I can’t move or fight and those two thumbs will be the last things I ever see.
It seems to take a very long time but I’m sure it’s an illusion. The other minor pains of feet and back and even shoulder fade as he pushes. My voice echoes oddly as I shout, yell, scream but it doesn’t matter because
1) Different Path
The storm is over and I am going fishing. I retrieved the pole from my ruined shelter, very pleased that Severus had been there to warn that we should go to the caves.
Someone else has the same idea--to go fishing. It is a woman and she’s using an arrow to fish with. Strange. I call out to her.
“If you’d prefer it, I can let you use a spare fishing pole.”
She gives me a very sour look.
“I can take care of myself,” she snaps.
I don’t think that I implied she couldn’t. I thought I had offered a fishing pole. Perhaps I should not have offered.
I nod.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.”
I will go fishing somewhere else, I think.
2) Chocolat
Vianne seemed so surprised that I had never before had chocolate. She was pleased to have me try it and I am very glad that I did. After the muffin, she gave me a piece to just eat and that was even better.
I wonder if Vianne... But it is a foolish thought, that Vianne would think so about me, flattering as it might be.
A beautiful day, although a little warm, and I found some more new clothes and it wasn’t even a terrible chore. To the cave with my findings and then I’ll go walking. I wonder what was so wrong with Severus and, he said, so many others. Someone is out.
“Hello, Max. I have not spoken with you in a long time.” Not since that day when she was acting so... I have seen her, briefly, but she always seems embarrassed. But today...
“Hey, Faramir, how’s it... goin’?” she says with a wide grin. I could get lost in that smile.
“I feel good. It’s been a fine day, although not everyone else would agree with me. They... what are you doing?”
She has walked forward and is touching my face softly.
“Just checking something out--and you’re right. You do feel good, so everyone else you’ve talked to must just be full of crap.”
The bundle of clothing in my arms prevents me from touching her back.
“I just need to put these in my cave.” I don’t want to leave her, although I think I’m flushed. Well, it is a little warm out. “I was going to take a walk after, if you’d like to wait.”
“The caves? Do you live in there? Mind if I check it out?” She’s walking beside me before I’ve nodded. She talks to me in the darkness, holding my arm as we make our way deeper inside. Her voice is cheerful and it’s good she’s here.
“I’ve missed speaking with you,” I tell her honestly as I drop the clothes. “Sorry you can’t really see anything in here. I should have lit a fire.”
“You can still light one, but you don’t have to.” She laughs. “I’m feeling a bit warm. It’s cooler in here--nice.”
I return her gesture from earlier. “You are a bit warm. It is hotter out than I first thought this morning. Perhaps I will stay here where it’s more comfortable.”
“You want company?” She says, not quite laughing. “I’d like to get comfortable too.”
Still touching her face and she’s touching mine and somehow it doesn’t get any cooler in here but much warmer and I really didn’t need to take a walk. This is much more pleasant exercise.
3) Very Long Sight
There is no magic on this island. No one has any magic. But the Long Sight isn’t magic and it isn’t gone and I stopped being able to control it a long time ago.
I’m not sure when it happened, but seeing into people's hearts became much easier than ever before. I didn't even have to try. I couldn't stop even when I tried.
People kept arriving. I could tell every morning when I woke if someone new was here. At first I went to look for them then I stopped because it got so strong that I knew all about everyone as soon as they arrived. Avoiding people didn’t help because I could still 'see' them.
The long-lived ones were the worst and the ones who were angels or demons or gods...
They found me shortly after Marv went mad and brought me here because, of course, I could see everything he saw along with everything else. Now I see four white walls in a small room, physically. Everyone's thoughts-memories-feelings-hearts also and that's stronger when I close my eyes. I can't help but blink and I fall asleep sometimes.
I would not have imagined that the young girl, Samara, would have such horrible dreams. I see those, too.
I did. Until yesterday. I woke up and it was... four white walls and silence.
It took a few hours to figure out that everyone was gone. Even some of the others who were locked up are gone. A few hours after that it occurred to me that I ought to try the door because no one was going to bring any food.
Still locked.
The other two who were locked up are... gone now. I stopped being able to see them. One almost immediately yesterday and one a little while ago.
I'm not sure what happened, where everyone went. I’m hungry and thirsty but I’ve had sleep and it’s quiet and the walls are pleasant to look at--white, like home. I like it here.
4) Baby
"Well, what did you expect?" I don't even want him to answer that because his answer would likely be ridiculous as everything else he says. My tone softens as he looks up at me from my bed. "You were mistaken, and you drank too much last night. I'll accept that."
He sniffs from behind the hands holding his nose. It's bleeding but not broken. He's acting very like a baby and I kept telling him not to call me that. I also don't remember promising that he could stay here as he said I did but it was no real trouble.
Until I woke this morning and his hands were... Not all of his oddness is childlike in nature. I hit him once for each of my arms.
His third hand is cradling his gut.
"It could have been worse," I tell him.
5) Time Cut
I was feeling better about my fight with Buffy after speaking with Richard and Eowyn and Sirius. It still hurts but I am confident that we can talk things over, work out our differences.
Or we would have. If something hadn’t happened to make Marv shoot me. He might even hear my voice but I don’t think he understands what I’m saying. I am dead.
His hands are very large as they reach toward my face. He is a massive person. I can’t move or fight and those two thumbs will be the last things I ever see.
It seems to take a very long time but I’m sure it’s an illusion. The other minor pains of feet and back and even shoulder fade as he pushes. My voice echoes oddly as I shout, yell, scream but it doesn’t matter because