Ficlet: A World of Gold
Title: A World of Gold
Prompt: Death
Fandom: Saiyuki
Beta: whymzycal
He lived in a world of dreams, neither seeing nor hearing, suspended between life and death. Someone came by from time to time to bathe him, to comb out his long brown hair while it dried, pinning it with reverence high atop his head as small wisps escaped to frame the delicate features of his face, but he never once stirred. His wide eyes blinked, seeing nothing of the world around him as he slept with his eyes wide open. No one asked of what he dreamed, for there would never be an answer from the silent figure.
He dreamed of a better time, a time when he had gained friendship and support from the most unlikely of places, of friendships that might have been, of men long dead --who died for him, and for a better world. He dreamed of secret smiles and a time when maybe, just maybe, he had fallen a little in love with a gentle wild thing who had golden eyes and brought him flowers from the garden -- whose sense of mischief had matched his own. Waiting for those golden eyes and that rough voice to come and wake him from this living death, he dreamed of the only people that cared. "Nataku..."
Prompt: Death
Fandom: Saiyuki
Beta: whymzycal
He lived in a world of dreams, neither seeing nor hearing, suspended between life and death. Someone came by from time to time to bathe him, to comb out his long brown hair while it dried, pinning it with reverence high atop his head as small wisps escaped to frame the delicate features of his face, but he never once stirred. His wide eyes blinked, seeing nothing of the world around him as he slept with his eyes wide open. No one asked of what he dreamed, for there would never be an answer from the silent figure.
He dreamed of a better time, a time when he had gained friendship and support from the most unlikely of places, of friendships that might have been, of men long dead --who died for him, and for a better world. He dreamed of secret smiles and a time when maybe, just maybe, he had fallen a little in love with a gentle wild thing who had golden eyes and brought him flowers from the garden -- whose sense of mischief had matched his own. Waiting for those golden eyes and that rough voice to come and wake him from this living death, he dreamed of the only people that cared. "Nataku..."