HT100 #176 - 8 Hard Years
2 Jericho fics
Drabble #8: View
Watching
Ice blue eyes bore into your soul, teasing, taunting, beckoning you to come hither, watching, waiting, oh such darkness I see in their master, a madman of no principle, no restraint, no remorse, he wants, he seizes, he taints, he destroys, eyes so cold, so firey, like the deep place from whence I hail, the deep place where the sun is silent, the deepest part, but fear not, for you are not his to claim, because, Cyril, it's all about power, and remember, Cyril, they cannot take that power way from you, we hiss our warning...
Drabble #28: Lost and Found
Eternity
They shut me away in a tiny box, where life slowly drains away, but your soft presence lingers, too pure for this wretched land, too good, so they try to supress you, so you fight, so they try to break you, but you will not be broken, such is your faith in the world, this cruel, merciless world, naive little boy you are, locked away in the body of a beast, a beast sent for slaughter, at the hands of a corrupt judge, a pitiless mob, and at the center of it all, a foolish, arrogant brother, whom you loved so dear...I see daylight, the weary gaze of the Crone, it is time, but fear not, Cyril, my sweet, gentle boy, my time has come too, let us go together...
Drabble #8: View
Watching
Ice blue eyes bore into your soul, teasing, taunting, beckoning you to come hither, watching, waiting, oh such darkness I see in their master, a madman of no principle, no restraint, no remorse, he wants, he seizes, he taints, he destroys, eyes so cold, so firey, like the deep place from whence I hail, the deep place where the sun is silent, the deepest part, but fear not, for you are not his to claim, because, Cyril, it's all about power, and remember, Cyril, they cannot take that power way from you, we hiss our warning...
Drabble #28: Lost and Found
Eternity
They shut me away in a tiny box, where life slowly drains away, but your soft presence lingers, too pure for this wretched land, too good, so they try to supress you, so you fight, so they try to break you, but you will not be broken, such is your faith in the world, this cruel, merciless world, naive little boy you are, locked away in the body of a beast, a beast sent for slaughter, at the hands of a corrupt judge, a pitiless mob, and at the center of it all, a foolish, arrogant brother, whom you loved so dear...I see daylight, the weary gaze of the Crone, it is time, but fear not, Cyril, my sweet, gentle boy, my time has come too, let us go together...