MOARRR PRESENTS. :D
Just to prove that, YES, I most certainly CAN post multiple times in ONE HOUR, here's another holiday request fill, this one for lovewithstands, who requested Undertaker and Kane kid!fic. I admit, this prompt went somewhat awry. It didn't end the way it started, and turned out a tad darker than I was aiming for. Then again, it's Taker. Dark is his specialty.
ANYWAY. ONTO THE FIC.
Winter finds him cold and distant, wrapped in a memory of decades past. It is this place, he knows, that has this effect on him. Even in the dead of December’s chill, he finds himself dreaming of springtime. Lucid eyes--green, the color of emerald leaves in April--slide shut, and he can almost see this place as it was then. He could see the house he and his brother grew up in, the wide-open field that stretched to forever behind it.
Delving further into the recesses of his memory, he could see them, too: two young boys, a lanky redhead and a shorter brunette with wild curls framing a petite face. The two of them were laughing, running wild through the field. They just ran, neither to nor from any entity in particular. They ran, free as the wind that raced them through the tall grass, until they collapsed, laughing, onto the soft grass. The sun warmed their faces as they lay on their backs and stared dreamily into an eternal azure sky.
The days seemed to last forever then. Sometimes, he thought, he’d give anything to go back to that time and stay there.
When he opened his eyes, all was as he knew it to be now. He was back now, staring at the empty shell of a fading memory. The harsh winter wind howled over the frozen landscape, over the now-barren where his childhood home had once stood. Before the fire had destroyed it.
Before the fire had destroyed everything.
The two little boys he remembered were gone now. One of them had met his untimely end as the house went up in flames. The other, death had embraced in an entirely different way. Sometimes, he found himself wondering whose fate had been the worst in the end.
Meep. *ducks* XD ILU, DEAR! HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
ANYWAY. ONTO THE FIC.
Winter finds him cold and distant, wrapped in a memory of decades past. It is this place, he knows, that has this effect on him. Even in the dead of December’s chill, he finds himself dreaming of springtime. Lucid eyes--green, the color of emerald leaves in April--slide shut, and he can almost see this place as it was then. He could see the house he and his brother grew up in, the wide-open field that stretched to forever behind it.
Delving further into the recesses of his memory, he could see them, too: two young boys, a lanky redhead and a shorter brunette with wild curls framing a petite face. The two of them were laughing, running wild through the field. They just ran, neither to nor from any entity in particular. They ran, free as the wind that raced them through the tall grass, until they collapsed, laughing, onto the soft grass. The sun warmed their faces as they lay on their backs and stared dreamily into an eternal azure sky.
The days seemed to last forever then. Sometimes, he thought, he’d give anything to go back to that time and stay there.
When he opened his eyes, all was as he knew it to be now. He was back now, staring at the empty shell of a fading memory. The harsh winter wind howled over the frozen landscape, over the now-barren where his childhood home had once stood. Before the fire had destroyed it.
Before the fire had destroyed everything.
The two little boys he remembered were gone now. One of them had met his untimely end as the house went up in flames. The other, death had embraced in an entirely different way. Sometimes, he found himself wondering whose fate had been the worst in the end.
Meep. *ducks* XD ILU, DEAR! HAPPY HOLIDAYS!