Night Terrors (Pumpkin Pie, Berry Punch + Malt x3 + Pocky)
'Verse: ☼ The Sun, Radiant ☼
Flavors/Toppings/Extras: Pumpkin Pie #11 (in the shadows), Berry Punch #6 (bird's eye view) + 3 Malts (Summer '13 reward #1: night terrors; summer '13 reward #2: "It's impressive what nothing can do to a man." - Jayne, Firefly & summer '13 reward #3: I never wanted anything from you // except everything you had and what was left after that, too) + Pocky
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Title: Night Terrors
Summary: The sound of silence
Notes: Moar malts, moar! Though it doesn't say who it is here, it's Ravir.
He dreams of silence.
In these dreams he is floating above; no air rushes past his ears. Below is stretched Arambh: her cities, her grasslands, her jungles.
He knows what is coming.
Like ink spilt on parchment, a shadow creeps at the horizon, then floods over the land, wiping the world clean. He can see the faces of the children watching the nothing come for them: wide eyes, screaming mouths, but no sound comes to him. The ink-shadow spreads and, when it is over, all is black sea to sea.
The sun does not rise.
He dreams of silence.
Flavors/Toppings/Extras: Pumpkin Pie #11 (in the shadows), Berry Punch #6 (bird's eye view) + 3 Malts (Summer '13 reward #1: night terrors; summer '13 reward #2: "It's impressive what nothing can do to a man." - Jayne, Firefly & summer '13 reward #3: I never wanted anything from you // except everything you had and what was left after that, too) + Pocky
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Title: Night Terrors
Summary: The sound of silence
Notes: Moar malts, moar! Though it doesn't say who it is here, it's Ravir.
He dreams of silence.
In these dreams he is floating above; no air rushes past his ears. Below is stretched Arambh: her cities, her grasslands, her jungles.
He knows what is coming.
Like ink spilt on parchment, a shadow creeps at the horizon, then floods over the land, wiping the world clean. He can see the faces of the children watching the nothing come for them: wide eyes, screaming mouths, but no sound comes to him. The ink-shadow spreads and, when it is over, all is black sea to sea.
The sun does not rise.
He dreams of silence.