Angel Food, "Deity/Divinity" -- "Cracks in the Wall"
Author: Kowareta
Challenge: Angel Food, “Deity/Divinity”
Extra: Rainbow Sprinkles
Title: Cracks in the Wall
Word Count: 397
Rating: PG
Story: EndFiction
A/N: Dun dun dun *gasp*. Introducing Monban, the mysterious dude connected to Mr. Spiderwick.
Whenever Ruen talks about him, she names the Golden Ones, the one thing that Adrienne can think of that the demon has a belief in. Mr. Spiderwick, upon hearing, will always wave his hand and refuse to comment choosing instead to carefully inspect the dishware. Adrienne thinks he is a myth. As with many things, Adrienne is wrong.
Monban wakes from his long slumber, naked, in the musty gloom curled close to the dust and decay of once luxurious rugs and silk tapestries. He sits up, muscles aching into life and long white-silver hair falling over his shoulders. The torches burned out centuries ago just as the great green stone had worn down, chipped, and crumbled like a mortal’s lifespan in the torrent of time. He peers around the darkness, needing no light to see by.
Monban gets to his feet slowly, learning how to operate those things humans call legs. He isn’t used to this. He isn’t used to gravity.
Silver-haired Monban looks skyward, or where in his heart he knows to be skyward, and perhaps he can see the stars through all the stone, iron, glass, and lead that seal him from the world, the universe.
He frowns, a hint of sorrow tugging at the edges before it turns hard and sharp. Monban isn’t human. He doesn’t need to imagine the sky or the stars or the feel of the universe around him. He’s been there, he’s crafted stars from dust and planets from frost. He doesn’t need to imagine the sky or the stars because they live in his heart, tucked away safely and frozen in place.
But some things, Monban knew upon waking, were missing.
He places one large pale hand on the cracked walls. His skin can feel the grain of the stone prickling under his palm and he understands the electrical signals shooting through him and connects the sensation to touch and sense. He places his cheek against the wall, anything to get closer to the sky. He closes his eyes, furrows his brow, and concentrates.
He wants to see the moon.
Somewhere among the stars, Mr. Spiderwick, necromancer and star-eater, who currently resides in Allen Trittel’s old wizard-built house, drops a tray of cookies, and shivers violently despite the warm pink oven mitts.
Across the universes, across space, across time, Monban smiles venomously.
The cracks in the wall sink deeper.
-Kowareta
Challenge: Angel Food, “Deity/Divinity”
Extra: Rainbow Sprinkles
Title: Cracks in the Wall
Word Count: 397
Rating: PG
Story: EndFiction
A/N: Dun dun dun *gasp*. Introducing Monban, the mysterious dude connected to Mr. Spiderwick.
Whenever Ruen talks about him, she names the Golden Ones, the one thing that Adrienne can think of that the demon has a belief in. Mr. Spiderwick, upon hearing, will always wave his hand and refuse to comment choosing instead to carefully inspect the dishware. Adrienne thinks he is a myth. As with many things, Adrienne is wrong.
Monban wakes from his long slumber, naked, in the musty gloom curled close to the dust and decay of once luxurious rugs and silk tapestries. He sits up, muscles aching into life and long white-silver hair falling over his shoulders. The torches burned out centuries ago just as the great green stone had worn down, chipped, and crumbled like a mortal’s lifespan in the torrent of time. He peers around the darkness, needing no light to see by.
Monban gets to his feet slowly, learning how to operate those things humans call legs. He isn’t used to this. He isn’t used to gravity.
Silver-haired Monban looks skyward, or where in his heart he knows to be skyward, and perhaps he can see the stars through all the stone, iron, glass, and lead that seal him from the world, the universe.
He frowns, a hint of sorrow tugging at the edges before it turns hard and sharp. Monban isn’t human. He doesn’t need to imagine the sky or the stars or the feel of the universe around him. He’s been there, he’s crafted stars from dust and planets from frost. He doesn’t need to imagine the sky or the stars because they live in his heart, tucked away safely and frozen in place.
But some things, Monban knew upon waking, were missing.
He places one large pale hand on the cracked walls. His skin can feel the grain of the stone prickling under his palm and he understands the electrical signals shooting through him and connects the sensation to touch and sense. He places his cheek against the wall, anything to get closer to the sky. He closes his eyes, furrows his brow, and concentrates.
He wants to see the moon.
Somewhere among the stars, Mr. Spiderwick, necromancer and star-eater, who currently resides in Allen Trittel’s old wizard-built house, drops a tray of cookies, and shivers violently despite the warm pink oven mitts.
Across the universes, across space, across time, Monban smiles venomously.
The cracks in the wall sink deeper.
-Kowareta