To Wish Impossible Things
Title: To Wish Impossible Things
Rating-No definite rating yet...probably mostly PGish except for choice NC-17 bits in later chapters...but don’t take my word for it...I just write the story down, I have little control over it.
Warnings: This is an AU fic...but to see exactly how far out it is, see here for an explanation. This isn’t necessary to understand the story, but it may help answer those little nagging questions, and make the fic make more sense.
AN: Written for imperfect_sky’s challenge. Based on her artwork.
This is really short, I know. More will be posted by tomorrow.
Davey sat in his favorite tree, watching the people in the park below. Sometimes he envied them, the way strangers would exchange smiles of pleasantries as they passed each other. Sometimes he would breathe butterflies in the paths of young children or drop flowers into the hair of lovers who walked through the park, but still they never knew he was there. He wondered what it was like to be noticed. It wasn’t that he was invisible really, people just couldn’t see him. It was human nature to overlook what we can’t explain. Our brains prevent us from seeing things to protect us from what we can’t explain and having our feeble minds blow a sensory fuse. Davey sighed and flexed his wings. He was about to jump down and head home when his breath caught in his throat. Someone Davey had never seen before was approaching his tree.
“Hm..I’ve never seen him here before. Surely I would have noticed someone like him...” The man had a curtain of blonde hair shading one side of his face, and carried an acoustic guitar on his back. He wore tight black jeans and a Blondie T-shirt. And he was headed towards Davey. Suddenly, he stopped walking and looked up, squinting straight at Davey. Davey held his breath-could this beautiful stranger actually see him? But the man shook his head and continued walking. “Of course he can’t see me. It was stupid of me to even hope. I don’t know what thinking..” Davey thought. Still, he couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed. The stranger sat down with his back against the tree trunk and began strumming his guitar. Davey recognized the song-it was one of his favorites; “Love Will Tear Us Apart” by Joy Division. The man was singing quietly as he played, and Davey found himself singing along. Almost as if he could hear Davey, the man stopped playing and looked around. When he saw no one, he shrugged and continued to play. This time, Davey just closed his eyes and listened to the man sing. He had a voice that was unconventionally beautiful; the kind of voice that gives you the chills every time you hear it, much like Ian Curtis himself.
All too soon the man stood up, put his guitar on his back, and started to walk away. Halfway to the gate, the stranger paused and looked over his shoulder back at the tree before continuing on his way. Davey sighed a long, deep sigh before jumping out of the tree and flying towards his little cottage, which was hidden deep within the forest surrounding the park. He couldn’t stop thinking about the man with the two-tone hair. Never in all the time he spent watching people at the park had he ever seen someone so perfect. He wondered what the man’s name was. He wondered all sorts of things- What did he do for a living? How did he get to be so good at playing guitar? And most of all, was he coming
back?
The next day, from his usual lookout in the giant oak, Davey tried to find enjoyment in watching the parents push their children on the swings, and the teenagers walking hand in hand through the trees, but he couldn’t help but glance at the park entrance every few minutes, waiting for the man from yesterday to return. No matter how much he told himself that he was being silly, getting so worked up over a stranger who would never know he even existed, his eyes kept creeping back to the iron gate. Soon, many families began collecting their belongings and leaving the park. Though he hadn’t truly expected to see his mystery man today, he was disappointed. He pulled his eyes away from a little girl who just wanted “one more time” on the slide to glance at the gate one final time. His heart leaped up into his throat and began beating twice the normal speed. There he was, same blonde hair, same acoustic guitar. Coming back to the same spot under the giant oak tree in which Davey was sitting. Oh, how Davey wished he could sit next to the man and ask him hundreds of questions and just look him in the eye and have a conversation, or simply be acknowledged. But of course that could never be. So Davey was satisfied to watch him from above and listen to him sing, occasionally sending a flower or two floating down to land around him, or a butterfly to land on his knee. Every time the stranger saw one of these tokens, he would smile and nod, as if he knew....
After that day, the man came to the park every day at the same time, just when everyone else was leaving. Davey hated having to wait all day to see him, but he liked feeling like he had the stranger all to himself, even if the relationship was brief and one-sided. Every day as the man was leaving he would turn and stare into the branches of the oak as if he saw something there, but would always shake his head and keep walking.
One day, as the man got ready to leave and put his guitar on his back, he looked up into the leaves, straight at Davey. He held up a small folded piece of paper, as if showing it to him, and placed it in a hole in the trunk, never breaking his gaze. This time, as he was walking to the exit, he never looked back. When Davey was sure the stranger was gone, he leapt down and retrieved the note. He unfolded it carefully and read the message printed neatly on the lines:
”I know you’re there. I can’t see you, but I know it. I can feel you.I can hear you singing. That’s why I play the same songs all the time, because I know you know them, and I want to hear you sing. I don’t know who or what you are, but I want to know that I’m not crazy. I just want to see you, talk to you. Please.
I’ll be here tomorrow, and I know you will too. I’ll be waiting.
-Jade
P.S. Thank you for the flowers
Jade. Davey repeated the name over and over until it ceased to be a name and became a sound. “Jade. He knows I’m here...” Davey clutched the note to his chest and soared of the ground, feeling as if he would die of happiness. He refolded his note carefully and held it tight in his hand as he floated back to his home. He didn’t know how he could make Jade see him, but he’d think of something. He had to. Someone finally knew he existed.
Rating-No definite rating yet...probably mostly PGish except for choice NC-17 bits in later chapters...but don’t take my word for it...I just write the story down, I have little control over it.
Warnings: This is an AU fic...but to see exactly how far out it is, see here for an explanation. This isn’t necessary to understand the story, but it may help answer those little nagging questions, and make the fic make more sense.
AN: Written for imperfect_sky’s challenge. Based on her artwork.
This is really short, I know. More will be posted by tomorrow.
Davey sat in his favorite tree, watching the people in the park below. Sometimes he envied them, the way strangers would exchange smiles of pleasantries as they passed each other. Sometimes he would breathe butterflies in the paths of young children or drop flowers into the hair of lovers who walked through the park, but still they never knew he was there. He wondered what it was like to be noticed. It wasn’t that he was invisible really, people just couldn’t see him. It was human nature to overlook what we can’t explain. Our brains prevent us from seeing things to protect us from what we can’t explain and having our feeble minds blow a sensory fuse. Davey sighed and flexed his wings. He was about to jump down and head home when his breath caught in his throat. Someone Davey had never seen before was approaching his tree.
“Hm..I’ve never seen him here before. Surely I would have noticed someone like him...” The man had a curtain of blonde hair shading one side of his face, and carried an acoustic guitar on his back. He wore tight black jeans and a Blondie T-shirt. And he was headed towards Davey. Suddenly, he stopped walking and looked up, squinting straight at Davey. Davey held his breath-could this beautiful stranger actually see him? But the man shook his head and continued walking. “Of course he can’t see me. It was stupid of me to even hope. I don’t know what thinking..” Davey thought. Still, he couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed. The stranger sat down with his back against the tree trunk and began strumming his guitar. Davey recognized the song-it was one of his favorites; “Love Will Tear Us Apart” by Joy Division. The man was singing quietly as he played, and Davey found himself singing along. Almost as if he could hear Davey, the man stopped playing and looked around. When he saw no one, he shrugged and continued to play. This time, Davey just closed his eyes and listened to the man sing. He had a voice that was unconventionally beautiful; the kind of voice that gives you the chills every time you hear it, much like Ian Curtis himself.
All too soon the man stood up, put his guitar on his back, and started to walk away. Halfway to the gate, the stranger paused and looked over his shoulder back at the tree before continuing on his way. Davey sighed a long, deep sigh before jumping out of the tree and flying towards his little cottage, which was hidden deep within the forest surrounding the park. He couldn’t stop thinking about the man with the two-tone hair. Never in all the time he spent watching people at the park had he ever seen someone so perfect. He wondered what the man’s name was. He wondered all sorts of things- What did he do for a living? How did he get to be so good at playing guitar? And most of all, was he coming
back?
The next day, from his usual lookout in the giant oak, Davey tried to find enjoyment in watching the parents push their children on the swings, and the teenagers walking hand in hand through the trees, but he couldn’t help but glance at the park entrance every few minutes, waiting for the man from yesterday to return. No matter how much he told himself that he was being silly, getting so worked up over a stranger who would never know he even existed, his eyes kept creeping back to the iron gate. Soon, many families began collecting their belongings and leaving the park. Though he hadn’t truly expected to see his mystery man today, he was disappointed. He pulled his eyes away from a little girl who just wanted “one more time” on the slide to glance at the gate one final time. His heart leaped up into his throat and began beating twice the normal speed. There he was, same blonde hair, same acoustic guitar. Coming back to the same spot under the giant oak tree in which Davey was sitting. Oh, how Davey wished he could sit next to the man and ask him hundreds of questions and just look him in the eye and have a conversation, or simply be acknowledged. But of course that could never be. So Davey was satisfied to watch him from above and listen to him sing, occasionally sending a flower or two floating down to land around him, or a butterfly to land on his knee. Every time the stranger saw one of these tokens, he would smile and nod, as if he knew....
After that day, the man came to the park every day at the same time, just when everyone else was leaving. Davey hated having to wait all day to see him, but he liked feeling like he had the stranger all to himself, even if the relationship was brief and one-sided. Every day as the man was leaving he would turn and stare into the branches of the oak as if he saw something there, but would always shake his head and keep walking.
One day, as the man got ready to leave and put his guitar on his back, he looked up into the leaves, straight at Davey. He held up a small folded piece of paper, as if showing it to him, and placed it in a hole in the trunk, never breaking his gaze. This time, as he was walking to the exit, he never looked back. When Davey was sure the stranger was gone, he leapt down and retrieved the note. He unfolded it carefully and read the message printed neatly on the lines:
”I know you’re there. I can’t see you, but I know it. I can feel you.I can hear you singing. That’s why I play the same songs all the time, because I know you know them, and I want to hear you sing. I don’t know who or what you are, but I want to know that I’m not crazy. I just want to see you, talk to you. Please.
I’ll be here tomorrow, and I know you will too. I’ll be waiting.
-Jade
P.S. Thank you for the flowers
Jade. Davey repeated the name over and over until it ceased to be a name and became a sound. “Jade. He knows I’m here...” Davey clutched the note to his chest and soared of the ground, feeling as if he would die of happiness. He refolded his note carefully and held it tight in his hand as he floated back to his home. He didn’t know how he could make Jade see him, but he’d think of something. He had to. Someone finally knew he existed.