"All That Followed: Recovery"
Title: "All That Followed"
Author: rissy-james
Team: Tin Man
Characters: DG, ensemble cast
Rating: 14+
Summary: "Recovery". Even the safety of sleep was a fleeting thing.
Author's Note: Written for Seasonal Challenge 04 @ tm_challenge. Prompt: "day" ( my table).
All That Followed
Aftermath | Nightfall | Haven | Recovery
Recovery
Beyond closed eyes, there was no war, no hunger. She knew nothing but the comfort of her own darkness. Behind her eyelids, shut tight against the intruding world, she could remain warm and secure.
Even the safety of sleep was a fleeting thing.
The afterdays would be remembered by her as a blur of tears and pain, the nights an echo of the terror and unforgiving guilt that had plagued them for fifteen years. Her family was an island drifting in a sea of sorrow. War had worn hard on the hearts of all those around her, toughened soldiers, boys made men through suffering and hate, the fear-frayed nerves of every mother whom had knit with tired hands those rust-red scarves, tying them about the necks of their empty-eyed children as surely as a noose in Gallows Square, sons and daughters doomed to die.
There were whispers about the camp when she walked between the tents, asking questions and answering them in turn, pretending to walk with an iron spine, heart, stomach. Openly, they stared, but the fear had gone out of them, and it's only curiosity and mistrust that follow her every move. Those men and women who watched her had heard in the night the cries, the endlessness of her sister's misery as her body cleansed itself of the evil that had rooted within her, poisoned with it's presence the very core of her. Sweet face, dear, pale face, DG's nights are haunted by her.
Those days after the double eclipse were a bittersweet heartbreak that she would never forget.
Author: rissy-james
Team: Tin Man
Characters: DG, ensemble cast
Rating: 14+
Summary: "Recovery". Even the safety of sleep was a fleeting thing.
Author's Note: Written for Seasonal Challenge 04 @ tm_challenge. Prompt: "day" ( my table).
All That Followed
Aftermath | Nightfall | Haven | Recovery
Recovery
Beyond closed eyes, there was no war, no hunger. She knew nothing but the comfort of her own darkness. Behind her eyelids, shut tight against the intruding world, she could remain warm and secure.
Even the safety of sleep was a fleeting thing.
The afterdays would be remembered by her as a blur of tears and pain, the nights an echo of the terror and unforgiving guilt that had plagued them for fifteen years. Her family was an island drifting in a sea of sorrow. War had worn hard on the hearts of all those around her, toughened soldiers, boys made men through suffering and hate, the fear-frayed nerves of every mother whom had knit with tired hands those rust-red scarves, tying them about the necks of their empty-eyed children as surely as a noose in Gallows Square, sons and daughters doomed to die.
There were whispers about the camp when she walked between the tents, asking questions and answering them in turn, pretending to walk with an iron spine, heart, stomach. Openly, they stared, but the fear had gone out of them, and it's only curiosity and mistrust that follow her every move. Those men and women who watched her had heard in the night the cries, the endlessness of her sister's misery as her body cleansed itself of the evil that had rooted within her, poisoned with it's presence the very core of her. Sweet face, dear, pale face, DG's nights are haunted by her.
Those days after the double eclipse were a bittersweet heartbreak that she would never forget.