A drabble for the jackoneill100 challenge: Dagger
Disclaimer: Dont own.
Dedicated to Kiri, my love, and to my dearest Fyre, who faded from this world a few days ago. May the shadows give her wings.
-----------------------------------------------
The world was silver behind tear-blurred eyes, glowing, shining, shimmering silver that put the moon to shame.
The air whistled past unhearing ears, quiet darkness that was a roar, a shriek, in itself.
And he could see the red, the crimson, the dark, dark, scarlet pool from which life itself was born.
And he could feel the heat of a blood-red sun under his hands, eternal life flowing, and the sun was both warming his hands, and just like the sea that rolls forever: never stopping.
And a splash of rain that wasn't rain fell upon the golden-red stream, and it was swallowed, a pebble amidst the swells.
And as Dawn took her fair throne, a dagger was uncovered off to the side; gold infused on silver, storm-wide terror, shadows shifting aside.
And the eyes that were once dyed like the sea, water all year flowing, a spraying geyser that held so much love, so much pride, so much spirit, turned a dusky water shade, windy peaks of faraway lands, veiled in a cloud, faded in blue air.
And a haunting song arose above the trees.
And a hand, soft as mist, covered his cheek, as Jack's bold-hearted lover met the Sovereign of Death, with the surging phantoms, within the cold home of the Dead.
And upon that lost field, where the greatest had gone down fighting, a lover's life was lost, and his partner's was left meaningless.
------------------------------------------------
Review, yes?
