And so I return to my senseless fic glut.
Generic FE. Took me 15 minutes odd. That's short for something this long.
This one hit me in the toilet when I was about to have diarrhoea.
It has this funny lilting rhythm, even though it's prose. I did that by accident.
I think I'll make a poem version. Hm.
Come With Me
Come with me, my friend, my enemy.
Take this stairway as it unfolds before you. A stairway to the sky. Come trace this secret thread of light with me, winding through the night—who knows where it will take us?
Walk with me, in your boots, on your wings, in your tears, in your dreams. Together we ride. Together we soar.
You are here at the doorstep of hope, begging for the last ember of the night—and maybe you have been turned aside before. But don't abandon this hope. It brought you to me, and I to you.
Maybe you are a prisoner seeking a road out of the morgue, weary of the knives and the chains: Come with me. I will take you in. I will weave you the wings you never had, and you can flee from prison.
Perhaps you murdered someone; perhaps someone murdered you. Perhaps you fear you will never find the road again. Maybe you have lost your home—cast out like a cold husk into the winter moonlight, with nowhere to go.
Maybe you hid once beneath the enemy's wings, certain of this twisted life. Now that you have seen the gaps in his promises, you have fled and you are lost. You don't know which side you hate more.
Is it because you are tired of crying, tired of being confused? Is it because you cannot forgive yourself?
Come with me, then. I will take you in. I will give you the answers. I will give you a home.
Maybe, though I entrust everything to you, you will entrust nothing to me. Maybe you are only here because it will grant you benefit, benefit that will jeopardize the rest of us. Perhaps agenda comes before acceptance. Perhaps you are coming only to leave again, only to murder us. Your mask is far too white, far too clean. Perhaps you are fooling us all.
It does not matter. Come with me. I will take you in as well.
In this world where you are no one, you are but the same as everyone else. We are all lost, my friend. We might hate each other with a vengeance, but in loneliness we are equals. All of us have been abandoned too. Erased from our old worlds, for another reason. For love of the motherland. For hate of a friend. For certainty of something better, somewhere else. Or maybe we were born this way.
But in this loneliness, I have you, and you have I. We have no one else.
We grip each other's wrists, and together, carefully we will climb out of the abyss. On cold winter nights, you won't have to shiver. Within our circle, we will light a fire—all of us are identical, masked in the light. We tell our stories. Don't you see? In this loneliness we are not alone.
We will find friendship. We will find love. There might be nothing binding us together but death. And that is enough.
Come with me. Together, we will find the throne of the sky, the gate of heaven—the king of darkness, the king of light. We will show them. Them, who left us for dust—we will show that we are greater than that. We will return, with heaven on our wings.
And maybe we will return with nothing. Maybe we will never return.
But does it matter anymore? For now, I have you, and you have I. We have no one else.
In this firelight, we don't need anyone else.
Stop begging—stand, and come with me. I will give you a home. And we will be alone no more.