Desecration
Rating: G
Genres: Weird... Angst?
Warnings: Spoiler for Dilandau.
Pairings: None.
Summary: Dilandau, at the very beginning, at the process of Fate Alteration. Experimental style. Major spoiler if you're the perceptive sort.

Disclaimer: Sunrise & Bandai own the rights to Tenkuu no Escaflowne. Written for entertainment purposes only.

Etc: Beware of grammar-error galore. Mwa.

-- rebirth --

my soul has charred, what they burned

Above, there is a strange kind of canopy, blue eyes adjust to the blinding view of white. Numbness; cold, biting steel against a hip; unyielding leather straps; warm wetness everywhere. Sleepy curiosity surfaces, along with a tad bit of fear, but instead of cringing at the memories of this place, there's a timid reach of trembling fingers held towards the shape in black, just out of grasp.

The straps prevent the hand from landing on the black figure. Dazed blue eyes take in the blurs of shapes, like stolen images, vague and shadowy; visions of smudged pastel on a canvas. Against one nearly deaf ear, there is a low hum of a machine produced rhythm. It sounds like the distorted words from a lover's mouth.

The empty voices are close by, comforting and eerie, muttering arcane words. Hot whispers of air graze across thin sallow skin, naked and damp from cold sweat; vacant murmurs of illness and infections. Breathing hurts, pressure builds inside the empty chest as it is filled with air, only to burn deep. Strange hands take told, blocking the imitation of sunlight, unkindly handling the frailty that is sickly skin.

The first taste of bitterness, wetness at those blinded eyes, drowning inside a sea of stolen red. The jagged throbbing breath as the descent begins; coiling waves of shuddering air, choking back the scents of men, aching from the escaping cry, dreaming behind unseeing bloodshot eyes.

(live, those prayer-like whispers again, live and defeat destiny, change your fate)

fading waning falling weeping—

In the end, darkness. Always darkness.

you knew you knew

--end

Lyrics: 'til The End of Time, Delerium. Off of Karma.