Title: Silence
Author: Neko-chan
Rating: PG
Summary: Silence is golden.
Notes: Gargoyles fic done for Edmondia, once again for the first line meme. Puck-centric because I adore him. Don't own the characters, though I wouldn't mind owning my very own Puck
Silence was golden, or so somebody said.
Puck yawned and idly kicked his feet, staring down at the busy New York streets far below. He knew that others could see him, perched upon one of the parapets of the castle, but he didn't care. He was tired of holding his mask and so, with the rationality of one who was fey, decided that keeping the mask--at least for tonight--wasn't worth the effort.
So it was not Owen who was gazing out at the modern world through ancient ice-blue eyes; it was Puck and, for the duration of the evening, until the dawn lit the sky with a pastel-rose caress, Puck he would remain.
This city was so strange to him. The iron that was its foundation made his bones ache and his skin shiver. It was painful, but he could not refuse his duty. So he stayed. The streets were never quiet--New York was a metropolis built of both buildings and of people. It was never silent.
Puck hated it.
He missed the quiet of Avalon, the soft sighing of the breeze through the green trees that dotted the shoreline. He missed the castle, though he didn't particularly miss its inhabitants. He missed the magic, the lifeblood, that thrummed and streamed and hummed all throughout the island, making him feel alive and powerful and fey. Avalon had always sparkled with its Otherness.
New York was dingy and dirty and too human for him to ever feel truly comfortable.
Silence was golden.
He rested his forehead against the cool stone of the castle-that-rose-above-the-clouds, and watched as an ambulance screamed into the night, driving down Forty-seventh street.
Puck wanted to go home.
Owari
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