Beyond the Rift: A Place
Fandom: Beyond the Rift
Title: A Place
Author: Ai (armageddoni)
Pairing: none
Characters: None, really
Word count: 447 words
Genre: General
Rating: G
Summary: It's just a place...
Notes: I was trying to explain the Rift to a friend, and all I could come up with was, "It's a place..."
Dedication: To Josh, for inspiring me to write this and explain more.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Rift; Rizzy owns the idea and the mods do an amazing job of maintaining it.
It’s a place of change, of transformation. A place of growing up too fast, of losing your innocence, of worry lines etched across the faces of the young and even more worry lines on the faces of the old.
It’s a place of basic instincts. It’s a place of complex emotions. It’s a place of always looking over your shoulder and a place of only half-sleeping at night.
It’s a place of fear. It’s a place where both your friends and your enemies haunt your dreams. It’s a place where there’s no safe place- it’s a place where you can be hurt anywhere.
It’s a place of violence. It’s a place of torture and death and rebirth. It’s a place of bleach and guns and knives. It’s a place of bombs and explosions and chaos. It’s a place of war.
It’s a place of madness. It’s a place of waking up and realizing you’re not who you were, a place where your thoughts are not your own, a place of talents you didn’t have and of voices you know you shouldn’t be hearing.
It’s a place of pain. It’s a place of headaches, or things perhaps to come, of survival, of regret. It’s a place of not knowing when they’ll strike next and a place of watching, each blow to others taken as your own.
It’s a place of death. It’s a place of senseless death, a place of meaningful death, a place of near-death and of triumphant death. It’s a place of leaders dying, of trying to deal with death, of being unable to act, of weakness, of strength, of power, of anger.
It’s a place of family. It’s a place of standing together, a place of working towards a goal, a place of warmth and community.
It’s a place of healing. It’s a place of broken pieces, of repairs, of laughter and good times and drunken kisses under out-of-season mistletoe. It’s a place of tears and forgiveness and comfort.
Most of all, it’s a place of love. It’s a place of newfound friends and newly forged families. It’s a place of shared pain and concern, a place of protection, a place of solace and a place where you’re never alone. It’s a place of doctors and angels, of elementals and shape shifters, of demons and wanderers, a place of enemies and guardians and bonds that will stand through anything. It’s all of these things and more. It’s a slice of heaven.
It’s in Chicago, Illinois, in a hotel called the Conrad.
It’s just a place.
It’s the Rift.
Title: A Place
Author: Ai (armageddoni)
Pairing: none
Characters: None, really
Word count: 447 words
Genre: General
Rating: G
Summary: It's just a place...
Notes: I was trying to explain the Rift to a friend, and all I could come up with was, "It's a place..."
Dedication: To Josh, for inspiring me to write this and explain more.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Rift; Rizzy owns the idea and the mods do an amazing job of maintaining it.
It’s a place of change, of transformation. A place of growing up too fast, of losing your innocence, of worry lines etched across the faces of the young and even more worry lines on the faces of the old.
It’s a place of basic instincts. It’s a place of complex emotions. It’s a place of always looking over your shoulder and a place of only half-sleeping at night.
It’s a place of fear. It’s a place where both your friends and your enemies haunt your dreams. It’s a place where there’s no safe place- it’s a place where you can be hurt anywhere.
It’s a place of violence. It’s a place of torture and death and rebirth. It’s a place of bleach and guns and knives. It’s a place of bombs and explosions and chaos. It’s a place of war.
It’s a place of madness. It’s a place of waking up and realizing you’re not who you were, a place where your thoughts are not your own, a place of talents you didn’t have and of voices you know you shouldn’t be hearing.
It’s a place of pain. It’s a place of headaches, or things perhaps to come, of survival, of regret. It’s a place of not knowing when they’ll strike next and a place of watching, each blow to others taken as your own.
It’s a place of death. It’s a place of senseless death, a place of meaningful death, a place of near-death and of triumphant death. It’s a place of leaders dying, of trying to deal with death, of being unable to act, of weakness, of strength, of power, of anger.
It’s a place of family. It’s a place of standing together, a place of working towards a goal, a place of warmth and community.
It’s a place of healing. It’s a place of broken pieces, of repairs, of laughter and good times and drunken kisses under out-of-season mistletoe. It’s a place of tears and forgiveness and comfort.
Most of all, it’s a place of love. It’s a place of newfound friends and newly forged families. It’s a place of shared pain and concern, a place of protection, a place of solace and a place where you’re never alone. It’s a place of doctors and angels, of elementals and shape shifters, of demons and wanderers, a place of enemies and guardians and bonds that will stand through anything. It’s all of these things and more. It’s a slice of heaven.
It’s in Chicago, Illinois, in a hotel called the Conrad.
It’s just a place.
It’s the Rift.