[Drabble tennis] I would give my world to lift you up
For Cy's birthday :3 All verses, all fandoms, orig fic welcome, no minimum word count, no maximum either, etc etc etc.
Prompt:
If I die, survive me with such a pure force
you make the pallor and the coldness rage
Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XCIV
Prompt:
If I die, survive me with such a pure force
you make the pallor and the coldness rage
Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XCIV
'If I die, survive me with such a pure force
you make the pallor and the coldness rage'
- Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XCIV
She's dead. She's dead, and it's all your fault.
She's deaddeaddead and it's all your fault, it's all your fault because you didn't let her, you didn't let her have her last chance at happiness and you knew what she wanted but you didn't give her it because you're a coward, you're nothing but a coward and a fool with your tail between you legs and you keep running running running but there's nowhere to run and yet you still try to run, a futile run with no destination or path you stupid stupid little boy--
"Shut up!" roared Hijikata as he snapped his eyes open, eyes blazing towards the darkness that surrounded him whole - there was no difference between him having his eyes open or closed; there was nothing but darkness and darkness everywhere, a darkness so thick and tangible that he couldn't even see a single inch in front of him. But still, all he could do was to glare - to glare at whatever was taunting him, but the alternative was something he didn't want to do at all.
All he got for that attempt though was nothing but a wicked, evil cackle. What, are you afraid? Afraid that I'll speak more? Because you know that I'm right, Toshirou. You know that everything I'm saying is true. You let her die, die and get buried six feet under even though if you could have prevented it. You could have not let it happen, but you were so afraid to get hurt all over again. A momentary pause, as if the voice was considering something, and it wasn't too long after that before an amused chuckle could be heard. Such a child.
"I am not a kid," came the snarl back in return.
Oh, yeah? Prove it, the voice challenged back, and Hijikata was damn fucking sure that he could practically hear the smirk that was on its face. You've done nothing else in your life but to run and run and run - running away from your life, your problems, your emotions - everything! You've done nothing but run for your own life! Nobody but a kid would do that!
Hijikata did flinch a bit there and then, but he didn't let that momentary waver show in his voice as he growled out his response. "It's none of your fucking business how I handle my life."
Another notable pause came after that answer - the samurai wasn't sure just what he had said there and then had caused the voice to stop like that, but he had an opening now, and he sure as hell wasn't going to just let it go now that he had a hold of it. "What fucking right do you have to judge what I do anyway? It's not even as if you have any authority or position to say about what I do and act. My life is my fucking own, and you don't have any goddamned reason to comment on how I run it--"
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"Fucking no," the man shot back immediately, "Because you're not me, asshole."
The response he got to that was the last thing that Hijikata could expect - it was a laugh, a laugh so maniacal and amused and happy that it made his gut turn and his stomach flip-over in a way he had been unfamiliar with for a long, long time. A feeling he dreaded, a feeling he loathed; it was fear, the fear that churned in his gut, fear that made his blood cold and his limbs frozen. Still, to his credit the man managed to gather back his wits after a bit and then he shouted out. "What the fuck are you laughing for?!"
Don't you get it? the voice returned, still breathless and amused from its laughing. Don't you get it why I know so much, why I'm saying all that you don't want to hear, why you fear the next thing I'm going to say next about how you're afraid of being hurt by him?
"That's none of your business!" the man quickly yelled back, though his voice was much weaker than he would have allowed it.
Oh, it's so totally my business, Toshirou, the voice all but purred now, and suddenly the darkness disappeared, giving way to the moonlight that shone from somewhere behind him. The first thing Hijikata noticed was that he was somewhere that resembled a giant cage - there were bars all around him, and the top and bottom were solid metal. The next thing he noticed was the figure that was before him - and his eyes widened in shock as it raised its head and directed unearthly golden (familiar) eyes towards him.
Despite his mind now telling him to run run run away, all Hijikata could do was to remain frozen in shock as his long-haired, dishevelled-looking and in a yukata double took two steps closer towards him, grinning like the devil as it leaned closer and purred in his ear.
"After all, Toshirou - I am you."
Prompt: ...you know what, IDK. Just write whatever floats your boat.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
- Do not stand at my grave and weep, Mary Elizabeth Frye
No, I do not like angst. Now where did you get that. >.>
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She curls up on the grassy earth, its smell rising sweet in the sunlight, and dozes, remembering. The brush of something soft tugs her awake, and she looks up to a flutter all over her face, warm petals in warm sunlight and warm air. Her kitten leaps up, catches a petal in his paws, whirls around, tail lashing.
Sometimes she still misses-- things. A lot of things, and him, and being happy instead of being scared. But it's okay. She stretches, gets up, arching her back, and sniffs at the flowers. They smell good, like comfort and safety, and this place is warm even though it doesn't look it, just like he was. She sights a butterfly alighting on a blossom, her kitten chasing after it one moment later. The air is soft and still as summer; the ground is like the assurance of his hands beneath her paws. After a while they'll have to go back. But maybe she can stay here a little longer.
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Sooooob if this is an aftermath I feel terrible. )))))):
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CONSIDERING IT IS YOUR PROMPT
/belatedly realizing half the sentences don't make sense but alksdhlkashfkaf ANYWAY
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/patpatpat I still love it anyway.
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