A/N: And for those that don't read my Losers fandom, I'm in the process of making sure all my fics from my other writing communities are all in one place here on ffn. Some are older stories I'm bringing over from LJ, some are pieces that've just been sitting in my laptop waiting to be beta'd and posted. If these are repeats to some of you, I apologize for it not being new. I promise there are some in this mess of publishing that are new to everyone but my beta crew, so hang tight!
This piece was made for a challenge over on LJ that had to include a death and a birth of some form. Just a tiny lil drabble, but I kinda dig it. :)
His life had been taken from him, burned away in an inferno of petty jealousy and love's insatiable greed. Half his soul and the small bundle that was his entire world were left little more than charred ruins. He was left an empty shell. Three people had died that day, but it was the one left behind in the physical realm who cried agony in eternal Hell.
Then came his quiet Virgil, leading Dante with a simple nod of the head and inviting blue eyes that whispered, "Trust me." One followed, and one gave direction, though which was which at any given time was difficult to say. Either way, new breath was given to the tortured spirit; and he was born again, delivered into the world as both learning infant and guiding father.
He had lost his sun and his blue sky, but in their stead he became the moon sheltering six shooting stars. Together they lit up the night, becoming the objects that the tired and weary and fearful and hopeful sent their secret wishes to. It was those six stars and the responsibility of safekeeping those precious wishes that kept him alight. The dark was no longer a thing of nightmares for him, or for those he watched over. Since his rebirth, his moon was forever bright and full.
And kept alive by his six dancing, playful, mischievous, caring, selfless little stars.
