Ages ago I read online a challenge (feel free to do it yourselves if you want, its great to dust off rusty muses like mine) that went something like this:
Pick a piece of music and write a drabble/ficlet in the time it takes for the piece of music to finish. When the music is done, you're done.
So, I did it. This, and also the Batman drabble: "Cloud Watching".
Yep, I did another music challenge...this time to a rather intriguing piece of music...
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Summary: A bright morning. But not a bright feeling...
Disclaimer: Not mine. DC's. Fair use.
Character: Dick
Words: 269
Song: Morning, by Peer Gynt
Time: 4:24 minutes
Warnings: Um, raw muse? (I just did a basic spell-check, that's all)
Spoilers: Generic ones for Battle for the Cowl, and R.I.P. (I only know what I've picked up from YouTube reviews and here.) And its my own take on it, mixed in with my own take on how the characters are/should be reacting. Aka: take it with a grain of salt.
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MOURNING MORNING
It was a bright and cheerful morning. Birds chirped and trees rustled. It was a beautiful spring morning. This being Bristol, it was a morning that would make many people wake up with a smile on their faces.
But Dick wasn't feeling all that bright and cheerful.
He stood on one of the Manor's many verandas, letting the soft breeze buffet him and play through his hair. He stared out at the grounds, in more of a contemplative mood than he'd care to admit.
It was the anniversary of his parent's death. And Bruce was still...gone. Dead.
And what was he supposed to do now?
All his parental figures were gone. There was only Alfred left now. And how much longer would he last? He was getting old too. And he was stressing himself out looking after all of them. Those left behind.
And it didn't help that Tim, Jason, and Damien were looking to him, to Dick to be the one to carry on in their father's footsteps. To be the strong one. When all he wanted to do sometimes was curl up and cry, or sometimes pack it all in. He was tired of being "strong" for everyone. Of hiding his grief behind his certainty.
Because Bruce wasn't dead. He was sure of that. He knew that...bones to bones.
But he still wasn't here.
And that was a pain that cut just as deep.
What he really needed was breathing space. Time to grieve, to put his pain behind him so he could go find Bruce. He could feel that Bruce needed him.
He just needed to find him.
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Fin