the first of a string o' things
Well, I'm gonna strap down and do some practice with style, voice, etc. with OCs. Slash, of course. There's a nifty angel theme, though. Not that the fics actually have angels involved for the most part, but, well... anyway.
Abdiel: faith through rebellion
I am not a loyal person.
I'm just not that kind of guy, and I've come to terms with that. If something doesn't work out for me, I have no qualms about ditching it and moving on. What's the point of doing anything else?
Loyalty?
Faith?
Faith. That word again.
I can't think of Jericho without thinking of that word.
You meet him and you think, poor guy, he must get walked all over. And you think, poor guy, I should really be nice to him.
And then he smiles at you, and you know you could never forgive yourself if you ever let him down.
That's Jericho.
It's not that he's careless with his trust. It's just that he has faith in people...
How is that possible?
He's sleeping now. His chest rises and falls steadily, slowly, but the machines attached to him drown out the sound of his breathing. I hear a door slam somewhere else in the ward.
He doesn't stir. I'm disappointed.
It scares me to see him this peaceful.
Slowly, I reach out a hand, just to touch. I lose sight of my fingers in the familiar maple colored tangles of his hair, and it's not fair. I know people get sick. I know. I know it doesn't matter who you are or who loves you, that horrible things happen to the few remotely decent people on this planet and there's nothing you can do about it and I don't care. You don't know Jericho.
At some point his eyes have opened. His eyes are the calm verdant of summer grass, gazing into my own eyes, and I wish I could look away. I know he's in pain. It's killing me.
Under his plastic breathing mask, his chin trembles slightly from the amount of effort it takes for him to smile at me, the corners of his lips curling upwards like the tendrils of a vine.
I bite violently at my lip.
This is the point where I should leave. This is where I should leave and never come back. I'm not loyal, he knows that, I don't understand why I should stay- What can I possibly gain from this?
His smile widens, and his eyes...
I...
I smile back.
I should leave. But I can't. I won't.
For the first time in my life, I have faith in someone. I have faith in Jericho.
I can't let him down.
Abdiel: faith through rebellion
I am not a loyal person.
I'm just not that kind of guy, and I've come to terms with that. If something doesn't work out for me, I have no qualms about ditching it and moving on. What's the point of doing anything else?
Loyalty?
Faith?
Faith. That word again.
I can't think of Jericho without thinking of that word.
You meet him and you think, poor guy, he must get walked all over. And you think, poor guy, I should really be nice to him.
And then he smiles at you, and you know you could never forgive yourself if you ever let him down.
That's Jericho.
It's not that he's careless with his trust. It's just that he has faith in people...
How is that possible?
He's sleeping now. His chest rises and falls steadily, slowly, but the machines attached to him drown out the sound of his breathing. I hear a door slam somewhere else in the ward.
He doesn't stir. I'm disappointed.
It scares me to see him this peaceful.
Slowly, I reach out a hand, just to touch. I lose sight of my fingers in the familiar maple colored tangles of his hair, and it's not fair. I know people get sick. I know. I know it doesn't matter who you are or who loves you, that horrible things happen to the few remotely decent people on this planet and there's nothing you can do about it and I don't care. You don't know Jericho.
At some point his eyes have opened. His eyes are the calm verdant of summer grass, gazing into my own eyes, and I wish I could look away. I know he's in pain. It's killing me.
Under his plastic breathing mask, his chin trembles slightly from the amount of effort it takes for him to smile at me, the corners of his lips curling upwards like the tendrils of a vine.
I bite violently at my lip.
This is the point where I should leave. This is where I should leave and never come back. I'm not loyal, he knows that, I don't understand why I should stay- What can I possibly gain from this?
His smile widens, and his eyes...
I...
I smile back.
I should leave. But I can't. I won't.
For the first time in my life, I have faith in someone. I have faith in Jericho.
I can't let him down.