A/N: Written for the 31_days challenge, May 16 2013: "wings won't take me".
And my first 5D's fic. On a minor character too. Go figure.
The Ground-Dweller
Black ice.
That's what it was.
Unseen, unmediated,
unthought
For she had never meant to die.
Not crushed under that weight,
the hood upon her
and locket tight around her throat.
Tight
Reminder
That she still had something to do
But there was no light,
just flashes of colour
passing her by:
grey and black.
No angel came to give her a second chance.
No black crow came to pick out her soul
screaming from her body
Or maybe she wouldn't have screamed.
She had no way of finding him
and she had lost her wings long ago,
hoisting her feet along the ground
Hopeless. It was hopeless.
And then footsteps, dragging,
came over the squeaking wheels
and she opened her eyes to the shadow that lurked beneath:
A ground dweller like her
who offered what the wings of innocence nor death could not.
And she stood up,
both feet on the ground
and let the wind pass by.
She could find him without hope.
All she needed was the trail.
As close to the ground as possible,
she could see what the sky could not.