Fic: ‘No longer above.’
Title: No longer above.
Fandom: Stardust (movie).
Rating: (M)
Time Period: After she fell.
Summary: She has to look up.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
Poor Yvaine.
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Neil Gaiman (novel) & Jane Goldman and Matthew Vaughn (their interpretation); I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
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Lying on the ground, she looks up at where she was; a patch of darkness occupies the space. The ground is hard; dirt grinds into exposed skin. Pain screams at her, demands attention. Her skin flares briefly before it subsides into darkness. She hears sounds around the crater she lies in; curiosity demands she look around and she does. Rustles and scritchings and scratching. She shivers despite herself.
It’s nothing like what she saw. It’s different from what she saw; it feels real and not like the happenings she saw from above.
Above.
She looks up and sees her sisters, her mother.
Above. Distant.
The pain from her leg ---
Leg. She has legs now. Skin. Hair. Eyes. Ears. She has to look up where before she looked down. She looks across the sky. She’ll shine there no more. That damned, stupid ...!
She sniffs loudly and looks around for the rock that made her fall, made her leave her sisters and mother; it is nearby and she reaches for it, drags it by its broken chain and clenches her hand around it. The topaz bites into flesh new-made and she bites her lip. Then she yelps from the sudden pain of it.
“Fuck.”
It’s the best word to describe this world and how she feels, stuck in it as she now is.
Fandom: Stardust (movie).
Rating: (M)
Time Period: After she fell.
Summary: She has to look up.
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
Poor Yvaine.
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Neil Gaiman (novel) & Jane Goldman and Matthew Vaughn (their interpretation); I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
_______________________
Lying on the ground, she looks up at where she was; a patch of darkness occupies the space. The ground is hard; dirt grinds into exposed skin. Pain screams at her, demands attention. Her skin flares briefly before it subsides into darkness. She hears sounds around the crater she lies in; curiosity demands she look around and she does. Rustles and scritchings and scratching. She shivers despite herself.
It’s nothing like what she saw. It’s different from what she saw; it feels real and not like the happenings she saw from above.
Above.
She looks up and sees her sisters, her mother.
Above. Distant.
The pain from her leg ---
Leg. She has legs now. Skin. Hair. Eyes. Ears. She has to look up where before she looked down. She looks across the sky. She’ll shine there no more. That damned, stupid ...!
She sniffs loudly and looks around for the rock that made her fall, made her leave her sisters and mother; it is nearby and she reaches for it, drags it by its broken chain and clenches her hand around it. The topaz bites into flesh new-made and she bites her lip. Then she yelps from the sudden pain of it.
“Fuck.”
It’s the best word to describe this world and how she feels, stuck in it as she now is.