s[lj idol, second chance week 1] the dancing rope
I lay against the Shadowsong, curled around him shaking with sobs. It was all I could do to remember to breathe-remember that if I wanted to live, I *needed* to breathe. I thought I felt him stroking my hair and every once in a while I thought I could feel his fingers along my jaw line. Thought, because it was such a dim thing that I wasn't even sure it was real. It seemed all a dreeam to me-all except the sound of my own sobs.
The gentleness of that jesture nearly brought me aware of him-but still could not do so. Even his voice in the back of my head was having a great deal of difficulty penetrating the fog In which I was immersed.
No...make it stop...they're...every...everywhere. I...not safe...can't get away...must run. Must hide...Got...to get...home...Safe...there...
I was dimly aware of sounds-voices, maybe?-from somewhere far away, but I couldn't make them out. My head was still too full of "omgmakeitstoppleasegodsmakeitdieomg" to make any sense of anything around me. I was this close to losing even the slight awareness of who I was up against...
That was until I felt a tug-simple, persistent, insistent. A tug that had me reflexively turning to see where the hell it came from. I felt the shadowsong gently aiding me in turning my head to answer the tug-the inevitable pull. The pull that could only come from my twin...
My twin who was dancing a heart in the air with the words "welcome home, you." written in the middle of it. Without even thinking about it, I reached for it-taking it from the air (but only *after* she was done.) I couldn't help it. I slowly began to be more aware of what was going on around me. I must have let fly a tiny childlike giggle, for I could have sworn I felt the Shadowsong relax behind me-so much so that he nearly wept himself.
I relaxed with a soft sigh, realizing only then, that I was being held and by whom. Finding, also, that the hart I held carried much more than the words still written inside of it. It also carried a sense of the safety I'd so longed for; the security I'd cried out for in my half-dilerious state. It was the safety I'd wanted to reach. Apparently I had managed to do that, for I then discovered that I was home-and had been for quite some time.
**written for Second Chance Idol**
The gentleness of that jesture nearly brought me aware of him-but still could not do so. Even his voice in the back of my head was having a great deal of difficulty penetrating the fog In which I was immersed.
No...make it stop...they're...every...everywhere. I...not safe...can't get away...must run. Must hide...Got...to get...home...Safe...there...
I was dimly aware of sounds-voices, maybe?-from somewhere far away, but I couldn't make them out. My head was still too full of "omgmakeitstoppleasegodsmakeitdieomg" to make any sense of anything around me. I was this close to losing even the slight awareness of who I was up against...
That was until I felt a tug-simple, persistent, insistent. A tug that had me reflexively turning to see where the hell it came from. I felt the shadowsong gently aiding me in turning my head to answer the tug-the inevitable pull. The pull that could only come from my twin...
My twin who was dancing a heart in the air with the words "welcome home, you." written in the middle of it. Without even thinking about it, I reached for it-taking it from the air (but only *after* she was done.) I couldn't help it. I slowly began to be more aware of what was going on around me. I must have let fly a tiny childlike giggle, for I could have sworn I felt the Shadowsong relax behind me-so much so that he nearly wept himself.
I relaxed with a soft sigh, realizing only then, that I was being held and by whom. Finding, also, that the hart I held carried much more than the words still written inside of it. It also carried a sense of the safety I'd so longed for; the security I'd cried out for in my half-dilerious state. It was the safety I'd wanted to reach. Apparently I had managed to do that, for I then discovered that I was home-and had been for quite some time.
**written for Second Chance Idol**