Buffy Summers, Buffy the Vampire SlayerautumniaDecember 28 2015, 15:56:22 UTC
She wished she could remember what Heaven was like but all that would come to her mortal mind were brief flashes of light and nothing else. Buffy hadn't been there long, just a few months according to Spike, but in that brief time she knew it was far better to be there than return to the world of the living even though her friends and family were still here.
As she stood looking at the stone where her name and epitaph were carved in remembrance, she thought bitterly of that old saying about how doing good deeds would invariably lead to better and harder ones and wondered if the Gods were playing a cruel trick on her by allowing her to die and coming back a second time.
the seer and the lightedenfallingFebruary 29 2016, 21:38:53 UTC
This fill is for Rose Lalonde, from Homestuck.
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She rises out of the Green Sun, shedding plasma in her wake, and for a moment everything is gloriously, impossibly clear: all the paths of fortune laid out in terrible, shining simplicity to the end of all possible universes. Then it occurs to Rose that sight implies someone to do the seeing, just as paths imply someone to travel them, which implies that she exists, which implies that she isn't done, and her enlightenment begins to fade.
She buries that thought with practiced skill, but buried isn't quite the same as gone and she retains just enough memory of future choices to know that she'll chase that taste of oblivion in other ways -- the same way she's spent her whole life chasing the void where her mother's love should be -- and despite the ruin down that road, she already knows she won't manage to (won't want to) make herself stop.
Doctor Who; Clara Oswaldkilling_kurareFebruary 23 2018, 08:27:40 UTC
She's dead--or, at least, she's supposed to be dead; her lungs are only acting out of reflex, and her heart isn't beating.
So...why is she here, apparently very much alive, in spite of her lack of vital signs?
As much as she appreciates the Doctor's devotion, that he would do his best to try to save her from the jaws of Death itself...the fact that he would be so defiant of death gives her a disturbing chill.
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As she stood looking at the stone where her name and epitaph were carved in remembrance, she thought bitterly of that old saying about how doing good deeds would invariably lead to better and harder ones and wondered if the Gods were playing a cruel trick on her by allowing her to die and coming back a second time.
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I love it, amazingly written, thank you so much!
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She rises out of the Green Sun, shedding plasma in her wake, and for a moment everything is gloriously, impossibly clear: all the paths of fortune laid out in terrible, shining simplicity to the end of all possible universes. Then it occurs to Rose that sight implies someone to do the seeing, just as paths imply someone to travel them, which implies that she exists, which implies that she isn't done, and her enlightenment begins to fade.
She buries that thought with practiced skill, but buried isn't quite the same as gone and she retains just enough memory of future choices to know that she'll chase that taste of oblivion in other ways -- the same way she's spent her whole life chasing the void where her mother's love should be -- and despite the ruin down that road, she already knows she won't manage to (won't want to) make herself stop.
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So...why is she here, apparently very much alive, in spite of her lack of vital signs?
As much as she appreciates the Doctor's devotion, that he would do his best to try to save her from the jaws of Death itself...the fact that he would be so defiant of death gives her a disturbing chill.
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