sangria #17: faiths and empires gleam, Like wrecks of a dissolving dream. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Author: Marika Kailaya
Title: says, "don't worry, love, we're almost done"
'Verse: Nagekawashii; MeYu
Challenge: Sangria: 17. faiths and empires gleam, Like wrecks of a dissolving dream. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Toppings/Extras: N/A
Wordcount: 367
Rating: PG-13
A/N: N/A
It was a murder-suicide. His parents killed themselves, and took everyone they could with them. They took the house. They took the blood hidden or faded on the walls, the books, the altar. They took the piercing echoes of madness and of misery, of the gods they did not mean to be. They took it all, and they burned it to the ground.
Nobody saw it like that. They all said that house had been a fire hazard for decades, it was a wonder it hadn't blown up sooner and killed its inhabitants. They said what a tragedy it was that it was such a dry summer and such a large house that it took days for the fire to be controlled and by then it'd spread; what a tragedy that it had stolen the author who had once been their best. They said how lucky their children and (they whispered, in rumors) their lover had been to escape the blaze, what a miracle it was that Raizu and her daughter had been out, that Ray had been at university.
But Ray knew.
But Ray knew, as he stood looking at the still-smoldering, black remains, their damp acrid smell, the smell that permeated all the city now, choking him. He knew that it hadn't been an accident at all. Something had gone wrong. Or, perhaps, something had finally, for once, gone right.
There had hardly been any remains at all of the two old men, hardly any remains of those poor humans caught up in the flames, yet their children and their wife survived. The sky was white that day.
Raizu screamed. She clawed herself bloody digging through the ashes before they dragged her away. She screamed and she stopped being who Ray had known her as, who her daughter, holding her and sobbing with her, had been born to; the light faded from her limbs as two vital parts of her cracked, peeling soul disappeared.
It was the cruelest thing his parents had ever done to anyone, he thought.
An unrelated freak accident miles away:
As Chi Yuku and Kobayashi Meguru exited the world, white-blue sparks appeared near the sea, and Okinawa went up in flames.
Title: says, "don't worry, love, we're almost done"
'Verse: Nagekawashii; MeYu
Challenge: Sangria: 17. faiths and empires gleam, Like wrecks of a dissolving dream. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Toppings/Extras: N/A
Wordcount: 367
Rating: PG-13
A/N: N/A
It was a murder-suicide. His parents killed themselves, and took everyone they could with them. They took the house. They took the blood hidden or faded on the walls, the books, the altar. They took the piercing echoes of madness and of misery, of the gods they did not mean to be. They took it all, and they burned it to the ground.
Nobody saw it like that. They all said that house had been a fire hazard for decades, it was a wonder it hadn't blown up sooner and killed its inhabitants. They said what a tragedy it was that it was such a dry summer and such a large house that it took days for the fire to be controlled and by then it'd spread; what a tragedy that it had stolen the author who had once been their best. They said how lucky their children and (they whispered, in rumors) their lover had been to escape the blaze, what a miracle it was that Raizu and her daughter had been out, that Ray had been at university.
But Ray knew.
But Ray knew, as he stood looking at the still-smoldering, black remains, their damp acrid smell, the smell that permeated all the city now, choking him. He knew that it hadn't been an accident at all. Something had gone wrong. Or, perhaps, something had finally, for once, gone right.
There had hardly been any remains at all of the two old men, hardly any remains of those poor humans caught up in the flames, yet their children and their wife survived. The sky was white that day.
Raizu screamed. She clawed herself bloody digging through the ashes before they dragged her away. She screamed and she stopped being who Ray had known her as, who her daughter, holding her and sobbing with her, had been born to; the light faded from her limbs as two vital parts of her cracked, peeling soul disappeared.
It was the cruelest thing his parents had ever done to anyone, he thought.
An unrelated freak accident miles away:
As Chi Yuku and Kobayashi Meguru exited the world, white-blue sparks appeared near the sea, and Okinawa went up in flames.