This… how should I explain the thought process? Well, I remembered that some rabbits/bunnies can die from loneliness if they are left by themselves without friendly contact. That pretty much sums it up, and yet again, turned out completely unexpected. I'm… not the best at poems –laughs ruefully- but I just couldn't find a way to write an actual story about Bunny… There is no specific pairing, and if there is, it's Bunnymund x Guardians. Take your time reading it! Don't forget to Review if you feel the need to say anything! I used the songs "Broken" by Amy Lee and Seether, "I'll be" by Edwin McCain, for inspiration, so you can check that out while you read this.
watch?v=jtvuFriX7zc - I'll Be
watch?v=JeI4Ft8P7ks – Broken
He lived for Easter. For the children. For the Guardians.
But he was lost inside. Afraid of what the darkness of Winter shadows brought.
And who was it that lived for him?
Surely not the Pitch of night-
He who brought the nightmares of dying.
Certainly not the girl of his dreams-
She who was too consumed by nature's chronology in a child's life.
Another to cross off the list-
The indestructible king of the stars,
Leaving paths of diamond to follow in this solemn world.
What about the man in red?
Consumed by his desire for solitude in the chaotic life of wonder.
The warm gold of life's dreams-
Even they did not stop in time for him.
The blanket of frost which follows the season-
Lays way for the new silver,
Decays the bronze old of days.
Without being left behind,
How could he keep up?
Left behind by the winter sprite,
Unimportant than the Russian elf.
Never utterly spent on children-
Yet he is always alone-
Everyone much too occupied for him.
He is not young like Jack,
Or strong woman like Tooth.
He does not revere silence as Sandy does,
Nor have yetis and elves to joke with.
He has the walking eggs,
The cold, blank buggers-
They wait for his brush, for his imagination to spill.
And it does, it plummets from him as an avalanche-
Spills froth as molten lava from his minds hellish volcano of thoughts.
His agony and loneliness painted in gorgeous hues,
A clue for someone to decipher-
Never meant to be discovered.
He can't control the empty feeling;
Feeling something's wrong inside.
Why can't I just be normal? Without need of tangible love?
So he wallows away, putting up a strong façade-
Like a bully without a parent to his name.
For thousands of years, for just one day, he paints away the
Sorrow
Loneliness
Depth of misery in the darkest reaches of his mind.
But then, a light.
So soft, so bright.
It reached out with tendrils of mist,
Caressed his down, his fur, his ears.
The tendrils became fingers, then hands, a wrist.
Which led to an arm, a body, a face.
"Come back to us, Bunny."
The light had words.
"Don't leave, stay focused. Keep looking at me."
He wondered what had happened;
Was this death or an angel?
He was not one for religion, but in this moment, to stave away the pain, he could be.
He remembered a flash, white lightening across his eyes.
A tomahawk to his head, leaving no blood but the red-
Of sun, the Aztec blue of the sky.
He was in his warren, surrounded by Guardians.
He was dying of loneliness,
He never believed it would happen.
And they'd come too late, he thought, I'm slipping.
But he held on, forcibly, when he saw that they cared.
They came to him in his last moments,
They always had cared.
Maybe he'd acted different somehow-
Maybe he'd slipped up and gave them the key to decipher
That which was never meant to be decoded.
Whatever the reason, they were there now,
They weren't about to leave.
Gratitude. Shame. Fear converged at once inside him;
Inside him, the emotions twisted, breaking, snapping…
He was no longer trapped in silly wishes.
They were here now for him;
And forever would be.
So he held on…
Because somebody lived for him.
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Oh, Gosh, I have so much to say! First off, I have finals coming up this week, and there is a fifty percent chance you will get one of two extremes: I update a lot, or I update near nil. Second, I am busy after school Monday to Thursday 'til 6:30 p.m. Weekends I take to do things I can't do after school during the week. I want to thank those of you who have favorite me, followed me, and read my stories. I am humble to have you here reading this.
Okay, second part! This part is less rough and sad. I am starting up a wonderful story soon, and it will be multi-chapter. Please be on the look-out for that! Recently I have felt better about writing and updating, thanks to such great reviewers and seeing how people like my stories. I hope you will support me through the multi-chapter story as it will be different from my angst writing. Again, I do NOT write chapters or stories for author notes, so please, PLEASE, check out my Profile Page if you want updates on what is going on with my stories! I will update that at least once a week.
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