(A/N: So, last night I decided to give myself a little challenge that I would complete today; I posted about it then on my Tumblr, but to recap, I chose three of my fandoms, set my playlist to shuffle, and assigned these fandoms to the first three songs that came up (I could not choose which song went to which fandom; if I picked Sailor Moon first, for example, then the first song has to go to Sailor Moon). The next day, I would write a mini fic no shorter than 300 words yet no longer than 500 words inspired by the song.
My first fic uses "Silence" by Theatre of Tragedy. It was inspired much more by the lyrics than the music of the song itself, and I thought of this one while sitting outside to write… I saw a dove on the fence; it looked almost like it was waiting for something, and then a smaller dove – its mate? – landed right by its side. There was a smaller bird of a different species nearby that almost looked like it was watching them… So, that combined with looking at Silence's lyrics brought this about!)
Endymion sat undisturbed beneath a deciduous tree, red and golden leaves dancing as they fell beside him. His arm resting against a bent knee, he looked on into the distance; though he attempted to maintain wakefulness, the tranquility of the autumn air and the birdsong it carried with it soothed him into allowing his eyelids to droop. Still, he was there for a purpose; he had his lover to wait for.
His clumsy, air-headed, and all-around horrible lover, Beryl thought, watching him from behind one of the forest's many trees.
Against her better judgment, she broke her own silence by digging her fingernails into crisp, fallen leaves. Was she to just watch him from afar for eternity like this? Would she spend the rest of her days brooding while the young woman she despised filled a spot in Endymion's heart that was rightfully Beryl's?
She didn't truthfully hate this girl, the rational half of Beryl's mind knew; it was the role she played in Endymion's life.
You should be waiting for me, not for her.
The rustling of leaves in the distance brought Endymion out of his half-sleep and sent Beryl's heart straight to her throat. Beryl brought her knees closer to her chest and hugged them against her as if her life depended on it. The closer those footsteps came to Endymion, the more the all-too-familiar cocktail of rage and longing made its way through Beryl's entire body.
"Endymion!" The squealing voice made Beryl cringe. "Sorry I'm late!"
"Ah, Serenity!" Endymion stood to greet the princess of the Moon, only to kneel again to kiss her hand; the sight made Beryl's blood boil even further. "I've not waited long, Princess. You know you can always take as long as you need."
Serenity giggled – it was a noise like nails scratching rock to Beryl – and Beryl decided she'd already had enough of torturing herself. She fled, kicking up fallen leaves behind her and caring little as to whether or not the couple heard her. The edge of the woods eventually nearing, Beryl stopped, her hand resting against a tree to give her support while she caught her breath. Her exhaustion did nothing to quell her anger; her nails dug into the tree bark just as they did to the leaves while she had watched Endymion.
How she wished that the bark she crushed was Serenity's head!
Or, better yet, she corrected herself, gritting her teeth, Endymion's.
The darkest of thoughts – darker than she had ever dreamt of – crept into Beryl's head that afternoon: If she couldn't make Endymion her's, then perhaps he was better off dead.