Distillations [April 28th] [6996] [Reborn!]
Title :: Distillations
Prompt :: April 28th, “like trying to weave a box of shadows in which to carry water” [31_days]
Pairing :: 6996
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 100
Summary :: There is no life here.
There is no life here.
No taste of unrecycled air (passing only through filters and phantom lungs as if even on this level they are determined to strip the rest of world away), no touch of skin on skin or long looks face to face; the death-mask of mouths not made to naturally smile.
Instead, there are these affectations, adaptations, all ghostly hands and fading away, that she finds so vastly preferable to life.
Because here, too, there is faith; the fact that this world is truly hers, is theirs, and it can only exist at all because she believes.
Prompt :: April 28th, “like trying to weave a box of shadows in which to carry water” [31_days]
Pairing :: 6996
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 100
Summary :: There is no life here.
There is no life here.
No taste of unrecycled air (passing only through filters and phantom lungs as if even on this level they are determined to strip the rest of world away), no touch of skin on skin or long looks face to face; the death-mask of mouths not made to naturally smile.
Instead, there are these affectations, adaptations, all ghostly hands and fading away, that she finds so vastly preferable to life.
Because here, too, there is faith; the fact that this world is truly hers, is theirs, and it can only exist at all because she believes.