Falling sideways
by sugar.coated
*It's part of the whole thing. And there _is_ a whole thing out there. And it's all part of living . . . the good bits and the bad bits and the dull bits and the painful bits . . .*
Some things are beyond everyone's control. But how do you explain that to small children whose lives has fallen to pieces, while they're trying to collect those scattered remnants to patch together some resemblance of existence. How do you tell them that life as they knew it doesn't exist anymore, and that no one is there to take the blame for that? How do you explain that that's the way it is meant to be?
The sky was the color of cornflowers and blueberries, the sun casting shadows on the few cotton candy clouds that existed. The shore was fleeting, the grains of sand counting themselves. The sea lied there like a giant bruise, just deep enough for endless blue, silently making the noise that only the ocean can make. It was a wonderful detestable day.
The only ones at the beach at that moment were two children. The pale boy sat down in the sand, while the dark-haired girl stood up watching the waves dying and being reborn in an endless circle. As it had been for an eternity and would be as long as the world would continue to rotate.
"They're okay, right?" she asked the boy and wanted him to lie. He didn't answer, merely sitting still, mad at the world for being there.
"I mean, they'll soon come and get us. That man can't be telling the truth." She frowned. Wanted to become so tired she couldn't think.
"They can't be _dead_, right?" she asked, her voice cracking a little at the word to big to even begin to comprehend. Her eyes were aching and aching, she didn't know if she cried.
They boy reached out a hand. She curled up next to him and let herself be hugged.
"Shh. . . Wanda. . . It'll be okay . . ."
She didn't believe him. That was fine. He didn't believe himself.
"You'll never leave me, right?"
He shook his head.
She sniffed a little and slipped away from him. Left a faint scent of skin and tears, wandered away a bit, gathering her thoughts.
"Look, flowers in autumn. I love autumn. I always did."
The girl moved over to the red splotches of colors, so vivid in this new hostile world. She counted the rose petals and knew that the sum was magical.
Before long stretches into for ever. And one child lost its soul and another lost its way.
And eventually they'll forget to remember.
*Make a promise, cross your heart
Kings X vow that we'll never part.
Sign in blood and hope to die
Little black flowers grow, in the sky.
In the sky
I believed you . . .*
the end
Authors Ramblings: Lookit that! I wrote something! And it wasn't slash! But it was short. As usual. Whee!
If you're somewhat familiar with comic-verse X-Men, you should know that Wanda and Pietro were adopted by a couple named Django and Marya Maximoff. And then they died, and Magneto came and got the kids. Or something like that. I think that should result in some angst, right? Oh well. This was something I wrote at 3 am at a whim, while listening to Bif Naked's song "Lucky" at repeat. So maybe it doesn't make sense. Whatever.
Big thanks to everyone that has reviewed my other stories! This is dedicated to you, unless it sucks, in which case it's dedicated to my teacher E.T. who never taught me any grammar, but once forced me to be Little Red Riding Hood.
Please let me know what you think about this story!
Disclaimer: I don't own! Ta-da!
Distribution: If ya want it, ya can have it. Just keep my name with it and let me know where it ends up.
by sugar.coated
*It's part of the whole thing. And there _is_ a whole thing out there. And it's all part of living . . . the good bits and the bad bits and the dull bits and the painful bits . . .*
Some things are beyond everyone's control. But how do you explain that to small children whose lives has fallen to pieces, while they're trying to collect those scattered remnants to patch together some resemblance of existence. How do you tell them that life as they knew it doesn't exist anymore, and that no one is there to take the blame for that? How do you explain that that's the way it is meant to be?
The sky was the color of cornflowers and blueberries, the sun casting shadows on the few cotton candy clouds that existed. The shore was fleeting, the grains of sand counting themselves. The sea lied there like a giant bruise, just deep enough for endless blue, silently making the noise that only the ocean can make. It was a wonderful detestable day.
The only ones at the beach at that moment were two children. The pale boy sat down in the sand, while the dark-haired girl stood up watching the waves dying and being reborn in an endless circle. As it had been for an eternity and would be as long as the world would continue to rotate.
"They're okay, right?" she asked the boy and wanted him to lie. He didn't answer, merely sitting still, mad at the world for being there.
"I mean, they'll soon come and get us. That man can't be telling the truth." She frowned. Wanted to become so tired she couldn't think.
"They can't be _dead_, right?" she asked, her voice cracking a little at the word to big to even begin to comprehend. Her eyes were aching and aching, she didn't know if she cried.
They boy reached out a hand. She curled up next to him and let herself be hugged.
"Shh. . . Wanda. . . It'll be okay . . ."
She didn't believe him. That was fine. He didn't believe himself.
"You'll never leave me, right?"
He shook his head.
She sniffed a little and slipped away from him. Left a faint scent of skin and tears, wandered away a bit, gathering her thoughts.
"Look, flowers in autumn. I love autumn. I always did."
The girl moved over to the red splotches of colors, so vivid in this new hostile world. She counted the rose petals and knew that the sum was magical.
Before long stretches into for ever. And one child lost its soul and another lost its way.
And eventually they'll forget to remember.
*Make a promise, cross your heart
Kings X vow that we'll never part.
Sign in blood and hope to die
Little black flowers grow, in the sky.
In the sky
I believed you . . .*
the end
Authors Ramblings: Lookit that! I wrote something! And it wasn't slash! But it was short. As usual. Whee!
If you're somewhat familiar with comic-verse X-Men, you should know that Wanda and Pietro were adopted by a couple named Django and Marya Maximoff. And then they died, and Magneto came and got the kids. Or something like that. I think that should result in some angst, right? Oh well. This was something I wrote at 3 am at a whim, while listening to Bif Naked's song "Lucky" at repeat. So maybe it doesn't make sense. Whatever.
Big thanks to everyone that has reviewed my other stories! This is dedicated to you, unless it sucks, in which case it's dedicated to my teacher E.T. who never taught me any grammar, but once forced me to be Little Red Riding Hood.
Please let me know what you think about this story!
Disclaimer: I don't own! Ta-da!
Distribution: If ya want it, ya can have it. Just keep my name with it and let me know where it ends up.