This is a Halloween story, although not the one for the Halloween Challenge over at
MFU Scrapbook. The story owes its inspiration to the beautiful photo below, to the mood of Violent Playground and to the people that dwell up in the steeple.
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~1K
Genre: Slash
Disclaimer: I don't own Violent Playground or the works of Poe
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Gorgeous! It's so atmospheric I could almost feel myself there with him - I loved vibrating gloom; that's exactly what it feels like underneath the bells at night.
Thank you for posting.
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The bells are so powerful, even at rest, rather elemental and frightening.
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I actually thought we were heading for Haunter of the Dark territory, which Mr McCallum reads to me some nights, and that was adding to my anticipation when he was climbing the stairs. I thought he was running from one danger into a worse one; was a nice turn to have the supernatural on his side instead.
And so many hints about possible previous encounters? He knew the stairs and the bells don't frighten him - so how far is in with the people in the steeple?
Totally intriguing.
edited to add:
"Cold fingertips brushed the wayward hair back from his forehead" and that so goes with the photo.
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I'd been thinking the bell tower had been his refuge for a long time, but of course, it was always temporary and this time he was fairly sure that he'd get killed if he was caught and whenever he came out he would be caught.
(I do love that photo!)
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And an explosion too :)
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When I hear bells ringing, I often think of that poem and "the people that dwell up in the steeple", but have considered that they may be somewhat misunderstood.
I'm so pleased you liked it.
I do think I'll do picowrimo again. I'll figure some way around the secrecy part.
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