Based off of Paul McCartney's "Blackbird". I'm trying to redo my acc's theme sort of-ish, so I assumed I should write down my feelings and see where it takes me.
I don't own The Underland Chronicles or "Blackbird".
"Blackbird singin' in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly," The almost broken radio in the kitchen of the small apartment sings out. "All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise." He's dead, my blackbird. Well, my black bat. I miss him. I miss Luxa. I miss the Underland.
I would normally never want to go there again. But I want to now. Because you never know how much you would miss something until it isn't there anymore. The songs isn't helping. I think it is one of the most depressing songs ever. And the one that best matches my mental state. "Blackbird singin' in the dead of night, take these sunken eyes and learn to see." I feel a tear slip down my cheek, slow and tantalizing. I can't deny that I haven't cried since... I don't know the last time I cried. I can't remember the last time I cried. I know what Luxa felt like now. "All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free." But I delivered Nike a message to get me Ares' claw. I needed it to live. I needed a piece of him so I could stay sane. So, I trudge down the hall and into my room. I can still hear the radio from the kitchen. I slowly unwrap the claw from the strips of that soft spider silk cloth. I take out the bat that Boots had given me that I religiously keep in my pocket. And I cry softly.
"Blackbird, fly. Blackbird, fly. Into the light of the dark black night." I won't be allowed back there though. Luxa would be much too busy for me, Vikus probably can't even stand, Ripred is pretending to be a Peacemaker and Nerissa is not fully sane and mentally unstable. Well, maybe Nerissa and I could exchange thoughts on what it's like to be in that condition. "Blackbird, fly. Blackbird, fly. Into the light of the dark black night."
I wrap my hands around Ares' claw. Maybe if I do that I will think of good memories. All that comes is a flash of blood and rats. Lots and lots of rats. And my rager senses vaguely in the background. It's no use. After the terrible ones come the bittersweet ones. Like when Luxa pulled my hand out of Ares' claw. She intertwined her hand with mine when I said it was empty.
"Blackbird singin' in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise." My hand had felt better.
"You were only waiting for this moment to arise." I wish Luxa were here.
"You were only waiting for this moment to arise." Never mind, I wish I was there.
"You were only waiting for this moment to arise." The guitar strumming ends and the radio battery dies just then. I inwardly sigh.
I hear Boots from the other room quietly sing in her off key little voice, "You were only waitin for dis moment to a-dise." She has a cold.
Boy, do I wish I hadn't killed the warrior.