250 word drabble on what Senna really was to David. Part one of a four part
series, one for each surviving character.
Not slash. Which is a real big thing for me, actually. This has the distinction of being my only non-slash fic. Who says I'm obsessed? I'm dedicated, damn it, dedicated!!
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~Searching Through the Ice~
Senna wasn't just Senna. I mean, she was but she wasn't. There was Senna the ice bitch, Senna the sorceress, and Senna, April's wacked out older sister. And then... then I think there was Senna the person. The person which no one ever really saw because she was buried a long time ago. Hidden away and locked up. I saw glimpses of that Senna, and that was what I wanted.
I searched through the ice for her, trying to find what was sincere and what was alive and bring it back out with me. But all I seemed to grab was shards of ice. Sharp and cutting and utterly useless. And I'd look around at the freezing whiteness, and it would reflect the emptiness back at me. And I'd try again. Go back under; let her pull me back in. I couldn't help thinking I needed just one more time. Just one more try. So I kept trying. Until she wasn't there anymore. Until even I could see that. Until even I gave up hope.
So if they ever ask me why she had such hold on me, I'll tell them the truth. It was the other way around. I wouldn't let go of her. She didn't want me anymore but I didn't care. I wasn't ready to let go of her. Senna. I wanted to save Senna. But I didn't. In the process though, I might have done something I never thought possible. I might... I might have saved myself.
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Review please. If not I get all depressed and have a disturbing tendency to kill off all my characters. And no one wants that, right?
Not slash. Which is a real big thing for me, actually. This has the distinction of being my only non-slash fic. Who says I'm obsessed? I'm dedicated, damn it, dedicated!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Searching Through the Ice~
Senna wasn't just Senna. I mean, she was but she wasn't. There was Senna the ice bitch, Senna the sorceress, and Senna, April's wacked out older sister. And then... then I think there was Senna the person. The person which no one ever really saw because she was buried a long time ago. Hidden away and locked up. I saw glimpses of that Senna, and that was what I wanted.
I searched through the ice for her, trying to find what was sincere and what was alive and bring it back out with me. But all I seemed to grab was shards of ice. Sharp and cutting and utterly useless. And I'd look around at the freezing whiteness, and it would reflect the emptiness back at me. And I'd try again. Go back under; let her pull me back in. I couldn't help thinking I needed just one more time. Just one more try. So I kept trying. Until she wasn't there anymore. Until even I could see that. Until even I gave up hope.
So if they ever ask me why she had such hold on me, I'll tell them the truth. It was the other way around. I wouldn't let go of her. She didn't want me anymore but I didn't care. I wasn't ready to let go of her. Senna. I wanted to save Senna. But I didn't. In the process though, I might have done something I never thought possible. I might... I might have saved myself.
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Review please. If not I get all depressed and have a disturbing tendency to kill off all my characters. And no one wants that, right?