Rolling thunder
This is a prompt fill for the USS Caryl Spring fling challenge. The time frame is between season two and three, after the fall of the farm.
I want to dedicate this to a couple of very special Caryl supporters: Sanja and Her very awesome mom. If you want wonderful Caryl analysis, Sanja is the lady to visit. Hugs to you love!
They had been on the road for weeks, always searching for more…
More food, more weapons, more shelter.
Something was in the air, something was coming.
Everyone was quiet, the silence hung like a heavy weight over them all.
Tensions had risen, arguments were breaking out.
Hopelessness seemed to reining supreme.
The forest held its breath, something was coming.
He didn't know what to do, how to break the pall that engulfed them
He watched her, wanting something
Her smile? Her words? Something.
She was stronger than he thought
Stronger than any of them thought.
She worked tirelessly always helping, always there
Something was coming
The heaviness surrounded her, wrapping her in a dimorphs web
Hiding her smile, muffling her words
He needed her, not this shell
He needed the one she was
He needed her to keep him grounded to make him whole
Where was she?
Who was this echo standing in her place?
Something was coming
He could feel the ionization in the air
Taste it on his tongue
Smell it drifting by
His chest hurt, he needed her
Where was she?
This was not her, this ghost that wouldn't meet his eyes
He felt something welling inside him,
He felt fear
Isolation
Desperation
It rolled through him, drowning him in loss
He needed her
Something was coming
Everything was silent as time stopped
The air was charged, it was here
The crashing sound, violent and deadly
Like gods of old waging an eternal battle
The heavens opened
A deluge of tears fell from the sky
As the others ran for cover
He watched her
Her head tossed back, arms stretched wide
She embraced the fury of the storm
Let it wash over her, through her
He watched as she let it take
Take all her woes and sorrow
Take her sadness and fear
He watched as the missing pieces of her
Were filled with a new passion, new life
Her joyous laugh echoed through the camp
Her smile lit the darkening sky
She looked at him
Her blue eyes flashing with life
His chest loosened
His peace found in those eyes, in that smile
Others slunk out of hiding
Seeing her joy
Drawn to her as he was
As one they celebrated the rebirth of the world
And themselves
AN: While things have been tough for Caryl shippers and Carol fans, we have been blessed to have someone like Sanja to be our healing rain. Brightest blessings to y'all. Carol and Caryl on!