Peanut Butter Week : Dark
Peanut Butter #8. Dark
with Gummy Bunnies, Cookie Crumbs, Hot Fudge and Malt
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Word Count : 430
Malt Prompt : summer 2011 #269: Once you've looked into the darkness I think you carry it with you for the rest of your life. - The Exorcism of Emily Rose
Gummy Prompt : 500themes 4. Dancing with the devil.
Cookie Crumbs : Rhyme or Reason
I ran out of wedding vows, so the last two are montages around the temple and the gods. Light for the good guys, dark for the bad. Segments are not in chronological order.
round the chamber you and me
“What’s she doing?” Kairn asks as Sethan cocks his head to study the withered mass of bone and tissue heaped at the back of the attic.
“It appears she is sleeping,” says Sethan.
“Well, great. Hopefully she stays that way. Now, can you hurry up and copy those forms you came for so we can get out of here?”
through the arch and 'cross the stream
“So,” says Kairn, peering at the hole between them, “the sigils are under the floorboards?”
“So it would seem.” Sethan trails a finger along the line exposed by the missing plank.
“And we’re going to rip it up, plank by plank, to get to them?” Kairn looks around the chamber and runs a hand nervously through his hair. “That could take days-”
Sethan smirks and with no more than a wave, sends one and then another and then half a dozen more boards peeling themselves up and dancing away.
“Or not,” says Kairn, shaking his head.
“Sometimes I wonder about you.”
bring your paints and bring your light
“There’s a seal on her back,” says Sethan. “She can’t cut it off, burn it off. It’s part of her very fabric. Drains on both the feet.” He lifts them each up, displaying the soles and their markings as if the body were a piece of merchandise to be inspected. Kairn’s not buying. “I’m telling you, it’s perfectly safe and harmless.”
“It’s a prison,” Kairn says, flatly.
Sethan lets the foot he’s holding fall, and it hits the table with a soft, dead thump. “It’s one she asked for.”
turning circles through the night
“Tristan has a body.” Kairn shudders at the slick grin that accompanies her words.
“Good,” he says, stiffly. “So, bring it here.”
Reida waggles a finger. “It’s not that simple.”
“You’re not taking Sethan anywhere.”
past the gate where voices flow
He’s waking up to bloody hands again, to another wound he’ll have to mend and another broken seal he’ll have to replace. He can’t hear her just yet, but he knows she’s there, listening.
“You’re only prolonging things,” Sethan says aloud, wincing as he feels out the fresh cut on his arm where the mark used to be.
Until you deliver me my body, I will make do with what I can get of yours.
with your hand you bring them home
Shamino’s gaze settles on the body slumped on the floor among the lines, and he swallows hard. “Is he all right?”
“He’ll be fine in a moment,” Reida snaps. “Just get in your place.”
with Gummy Bunnies, Cookie Crumbs, Hot Fudge and Malt
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Word Count : 430
Malt Prompt : summer 2011 #269: Once you've looked into the darkness I think you carry it with you for the rest of your life. - The Exorcism of Emily Rose
Gummy Prompt : 500themes 4. Dancing with the devil.
Cookie Crumbs : Rhyme or Reason
I ran out of wedding vows, so the last two are montages around the temple and the gods. Light for the good guys, dark for the bad. Segments are not in chronological order.
round the chamber you and me
“What’s she doing?” Kairn asks as Sethan cocks his head to study the withered mass of bone and tissue heaped at the back of the attic.
“It appears she is sleeping,” says Sethan.
“Well, great. Hopefully she stays that way. Now, can you hurry up and copy those forms you came for so we can get out of here?”
through the arch and 'cross the stream
“So,” says Kairn, peering at the hole between them, “the sigils are under the floorboards?”
“So it would seem.” Sethan trails a finger along the line exposed by the missing plank.
“And we’re going to rip it up, plank by plank, to get to them?” Kairn looks around the chamber and runs a hand nervously through his hair. “That could take days-”
Sethan smirks and with no more than a wave, sends one and then another and then half a dozen more boards peeling themselves up and dancing away.
“Or not,” says Kairn, shaking his head.
“Sometimes I wonder about you.”
bring your paints and bring your light
“There’s a seal on her back,” says Sethan. “She can’t cut it off, burn it off. It’s part of her very fabric. Drains on both the feet.” He lifts them each up, displaying the soles and their markings as if the body were a piece of merchandise to be inspected. Kairn’s not buying. “I’m telling you, it’s perfectly safe and harmless.”
“It’s a prison,” Kairn says, flatly.
Sethan lets the foot he’s holding fall, and it hits the table with a soft, dead thump. “It’s one she asked for.”
turning circles through the night
“Tristan has a body.” Kairn shudders at the slick grin that accompanies her words.
“Good,” he says, stiffly. “So, bring it here.”
Reida waggles a finger. “It’s not that simple.”
“You’re not taking Sethan anywhere.”
past the gate where voices flow
He’s waking up to bloody hands again, to another wound he’ll have to mend and another broken seal he’ll have to replace. He can’t hear her just yet, but he knows she’s there, listening.
“You’re only prolonging things,” Sethan says aloud, wincing as he feels out the fresh cut on his arm where the mark used to be.
Until you deliver me my body, I will make do with what I can get of yours.
with your hand you bring them home
Shamino’s gaze settles on the body slumped on the floor among the lines, and he swallows hard. “Is he all right?”
“He’ll be fine in a moment,” Reida snaps. “Just get in your place.”