Title: Consumed
Author: graceland
Disclaimer: All rights belong to Frances Hodgson Burnett, Warner Bros., and whoever else owns these rights.
Summary: Dickon begins to have emotions and feelings for Mary and soon they catch fire and consume him… Oneshot.
Mary's hair is like golden fire
caught in the sun burnished
and bright like a halo
above her head.
Delicate daisy flowers are
interweaved into her hair and
sparkle from the wet beads of dew
on their petals.
She brushes back her long thick hair
with dirty fingers and gives a gentle smile
as Colin snaps a photograph of her.
"Perfect!" He says.
As always.
Mary's face is aglow and ethereal
like a shimmering fairy
her cheeks and hands glittering
with magic.
A kind of magic that enchantes
and enraptures him.
Dickon sits in the long grass stroking
the fur of a baby fox that lies
nestled in his lap.
He carefully strokes it's head and behind
it's ears touching the tender flap of skin
where the fur is softest like velvet.
He sighs softly.
It is here on lazy summer afternoons
Mary digs her fingers into the dirt
and plants her seeds
while Colin watches from not far away
with his hands behind his back
gazing fondly at her and
she returns his smiles.
And here he, Dickon, only wants to
tenderly gather her up in his arms
and feels the lace of her dress brush his skin
while he gently presses his lips on her's
and they are engulfed and consumed
by the shining burning sunlight…
Dickon's shields his eyes
the image breaking and shattering in his mind.
Colin is now looking at him curiously
and Dickon get's up almost abruptly
lost in thought.
The fox feeling it's resting place
tilting beneath it's feet
gives a some yip then bounds away.
Not even bothering to brush the dirt off of his trousers
He looks back at Mary who is still smiling at Colin dreamily
and the sunlight which is burning up his eyes
and the beauty of the garden is hitting him with an
almost violent force of vivid colors
that now seemed garish and sickening to him.
The beauty and colors are too much now
that it almost hurts and he stumbles away
blindly from them.
Mary calls out his name but he ignores her.
Tearing himself away and running from the garden.
He stumbles though on a slate of rock that makes up
the pathway and his knees sting from being scratched.
It is then Dickon notices the tiny yellow flowers
crushed underneath his body.
A small droplet of blood from the broken skin of his palm
falls and splatters the torn petals.
He weakly pounds a fist in the dirt
lying broken and bruised on the ground unable to get up
but feels a teardrop slither down from the corner of his eye.