The Green Lady
Title: The Green Lady
Author: naturalbluicons
Characters/Pairing: Glitch
Rating: PG
Summary: There were many legends in the O.Z. Stories of spirits, witches, demons, beasts, and all manner of imaginative somethings- some less imagined than others.
Warning: Spooky?
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man, I'm just playing in the Outer Zone
Word Count: 911
Notes: I wanted to write something for Halloween and found myself inspired by an old folk song. There may be more to follow, I’m not sure yet. The song has two more verses! This doesn’t fit into the timeline of the Azkadellia and Glimbrose stories that I have written, it’s in it’s own little canon. Thanks to my beta eleanor_ariail! Hope you enjoy!
part one / part two / part three
Now all you young fellows take heed what I tell.
A-down in the wood a Green Lady do dwell.
Her hair it is green and all green is her gown,
And she calleth to all, "Come here! Draw near!"
But she means them no good for she drinks their hearts' blood;
They never do wed, for they takes to their bed,
And they dies -they all dies at the end of the year.
All under the tree
There sits a Green Lady.
There were many legends in the O.Z. Stories of spirits, witches, demons, beasts, and all manner of imaginative somethings- some less imagined than others. Tales were told to children to caution them, to keep them from wandering, to make sure they minded themselves- but if one couldn’t remember the tales, what good could they do? So Glitch wandered the woods alone and didn’t worry much over the fantastic. There was so much real to worry over, anyhow; an empty stomach, threadbare clothes- silly myths were the least of his worries.
As night fell, heavy as the man’s eyelids, Glitch curled up among a vast tree’s roots. The wind whispered soft warning as it dodged between branches and on it’s way, and Glitch swore as sleep descended that he heard a soft call… Come here…
He sat up suddenly in the dappled golden light of morning and looked around slowly. He felt unsettled and watched and compulsively touched his zipper. Closed. Good. Right?
“Hello?” His eyes moved from left to right and back surveying the forest before him but it was all quiet and still as though everything else still slept. “Hello?” He tried again both anxious and irritated at the feeling. Still not a sound, so he pushed himself to his feet, and glared at the scenery. Draw near…
Glitch spun around so suddenly that he almost lost his footing and found himself face to face with a woman who seemed to have sprung to life from the tree while his back was turned. Her skin looked rough and the green moss colored dress she wore was poorly sewn. Her fingers were long and in Glitch’s eyes, claw like. She smiled a thin, closed-lipped smile and Glitch noticed the leaves and vines that twisted into thick, dark hair. She was the forest in a woman, and Glitch stared at her torn between fear and awe. She was both familiar and strange. He didn't know if he wanted to touch her or flee, but he wished he could make up his mind- shouldn’t these things be easier when there was less mind to make up?
She leaned in and pressed her forehead to his, and then Glitch felt a certain pull that he didn’t usually notice lessen as his zipper was pulled back, opening him up. He looked into brown eyes feeling confused and he thought his heart had ceased to beat because the rest of the world was frozen- but he still stood and looked into those eyes, so his heart still must beat, right? Then again, stranger things had happened; his head was half empty and still here he was.
Her arms snaked around him like ivy and he finally found his voice;
“Have we met?” Was all he could think to say. She did seem so familiar… What did she want? “Um…” He started to pull back, but her grasp was strong and she moved with him and he felt a twinge of panic in his chest. She was far too close, those claw like fingers creeping up his back and onto his shoulders. Glitch shuddered as electricity seemed to rip through him, and his nerves screamed flight. One of her fingers slid up his throat (Glitch swallowed hard), then his cheek, then it was tracing the open zipper, and the woman’s eyes were on it, her head tilting in fascination. She dipped her hand into his head and Glitch nearly choked on a gasp, pulling back as forcefully as he could, he did stumble and lose his footing, and she stared down at him with those unfeeling eyes and it was all too familiar. Glitch reached up and pulled the zipper shut- and there was tension so familiar it was natural until it was missing, then he swiftly moved to his feet.
“I’ll thank you to keep your hands out of my head,” He said in shaky tones. There had been enough hands in his head, enough had been taken. She didn’t speak, she only smiled that thin smile that made Glitch shiver upon second viewing.
She reached forward then, those fingers twisting into his shirt, then nails digging into his flesh and Glitch was reeled in, his impulse to struggle not catching until he and the woman were only inches apart.
“No-” The word tore from his throat as her nails dug into his chest. “No- You can’t take that too!” He thrust his hands out and propelled himself backwards. “You already took my brain!”
It clicked then why she was so familiar.
He sat up suddenly in the star-dappled night, both hands flying to his chest where his heart pounded, the reason why already vanishing like sand through a sieve. His heart beat still though, it was there, and he felt comfort in that.
He pushed himself to his feet, wanting to move, and set off through the trees. The wind rustled the leaves and through the darkness a whisper was lost. Come here…
Author: naturalbluicons
Characters/Pairing: Glitch
Rating: PG
Summary: There were many legends in the O.Z. Stories of spirits, witches, demons, beasts, and all manner of imaginative somethings- some less imagined than others.
Warning: Spooky?
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man, I'm just playing in the Outer Zone
Word Count: 911
Notes: I wanted to write something for Halloween and found myself inspired by an old folk song. There may be more to follow, I’m not sure yet. The song has two more verses! This doesn’t fit into the timeline of the Azkadellia and Glimbrose stories that I have written, it’s in it’s own little canon. Thanks to my beta eleanor_ariail! Hope you enjoy!
part one / part two / part three
Now all you young fellows take heed what I tell.
A-down in the wood a Green Lady do dwell.
Her hair it is green and all green is her gown,
And she calleth to all, "Come here! Draw near!"
But she means them no good for she drinks their hearts' blood;
They never do wed, for they takes to their bed,
And they dies -they all dies at the end of the year.
All under the tree
There sits a Green Lady.
There were many legends in the O.Z. Stories of spirits, witches, demons, beasts, and all manner of imaginative somethings- some less imagined than others. Tales were told to children to caution them, to keep them from wandering, to make sure they minded themselves- but if one couldn’t remember the tales, what good could they do? So Glitch wandered the woods alone and didn’t worry much over the fantastic. There was so much real to worry over, anyhow; an empty stomach, threadbare clothes- silly myths were the least of his worries.
As night fell, heavy as the man’s eyelids, Glitch curled up among a vast tree’s roots. The wind whispered soft warning as it dodged between branches and on it’s way, and Glitch swore as sleep descended that he heard a soft call… Come here…
He sat up suddenly in the dappled golden light of morning and looked around slowly. He felt unsettled and watched and compulsively touched his zipper. Closed. Good. Right?
“Hello?” His eyes moved from left to right and back surveying the forest before him but it was all quiet and still as though everything else still slept. “Hello?” He tried again both anxious and irritated at the feeling. Still not a sound, so he pushed himself to his feet, and glared at the scenery. Draw near…
Glitch spun around so suddenly that he almost lost his footing and found himself face to face with a woman who seemed to have sprung to life from the tree while his back was turned. Her skin looked rough and the green moss colored dress she wore was poorly sewn. Her fingers were long and in Glitch’s eyes, claw like. She smiled a thin, closed-lipped smile and Glitch noticed the leaves and vines that twisted into thick, dark hair. She was the forest in a woman, and Glitch stared at her torn between fear and awe. She was both familiar and strange. He didn't know if he wanted to touch her or flee, but he wished he could make up his mind- shouldn’t these things be easier when there was less mind to make up?
She leaned in and pressed her forehead to his, and then Glitch felt a certain pull that he didn’t usually notice lessen as his zipper was pulled back, opening him up. He looked into brown eyes feeling confused and he thought his heart had ceased to beat because the rest of the world was frozen- but he still stood and looked into those eyes, so his heart still must beat, right? Then again, stranger things had happened; his head was half empty and still here he was.
Her arms snaked around him like ivy and he finally found his voice;
“Have we met?” Was all he could think to say. She did seem so familiar… What did she want? “Um…” He started to pull back, but her grasp was strong and she moved with him and he felt a twinge of panic in his chest. She was far too close, those claw like fingers creeping up his back and onto his shoulders. Glitch shuddered as electricity seemed to rip through him, and his nerves screamed flight. One of her fingers slid up his throat (Glitch swallowed hard), then his cheek, then it was tracing the open zipper, and the woman’s eyes were on it, her head tilting in fascination. She dipped her hand into his head and Glitch nearly choked on a gasp, pulling back as forcefully as he could, he did stumble and lose his footing, and she stared down at him with those unfeeling eyes and it was all too familiar. Glitch reached up and pulled the zipper shut- and there was tension so familiar it was natural until it was missing, then he swiftly moved to his feet.
“I’ll thank you to keep your hands out of my head,” He said in shaky tones. There had been enough hands in his head, enough had been taken. She didn’t speak, she only smiled that thin smile that made Glitch shiver upon second viewing.
She reached forward then, those fingers twisting into his shirt, then nails digging into his flesh and Glitch was reeled in, his impulse to struggle not catching until he and the woman were only inches apart.
“No-” The word tore from his throat as her nails dug into his chest. “No- You can’t take that too!” He thrust his hands out and propelled himself backwards. “You already took my brain!”
It clicked then why she was so familiar.
He sat up suddenly in the star-dappled night, both hands flying to his chest where his heart pounded, the reason why already vanishing like sand through a sieve. His heart beat still though, it was there, and he felt comfort in that.
He pushed himself to his feet, wanting to move, and set off through the trees. The wind rustled the leaves and through the darkness a whisper was lost. Come here…