WEEKEND! Yes t's finally the weekend, and I choose to finally write a small one-shot, doesn't have anything to do with any other stories though. I got the idea at school, irony, to write this after hearing a poem 'and There Will Come Soft Rains'. If you've read it then you already know the theme of this story
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Disclaimer - poem by -Sara Teasdale, Characters - DC Nation
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Warnings - this is more to practice writing thts not sex, so sadly this falls in the category of… not horror… it's calmer than that… angst… but calm and peacefulish… until the end, at the en it gets kinda darkish… does tht make sense?
- Soft rains
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
He sat, head cocked with a hand lying under his chin, looking over the shimmering waves, small circles making themselves know at the light trickle of rain landed to the surface. He loved to sit on the shore and watch the water roll in the midst of dawn, breathing softly as a light breeze caught his raven locks, blinking as his eyes became dry, feeling the salt on his cheeks as the wind whipped past his still form. He seemed so at peace. A hand met his shoulder, though he didn't turn, he was far to deep in thought.
"It's been a while since I've seen you so content." The older man sat at his side, looking out over the calmed sea, it'd been so long since it had calmed to this level, the storms having silenced a while back, though the seas seemed to refuse to do the same, until now that is.
And frogs in the pools, singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
"It's been a while…" His bird sighed, memories flooding his mind, some better than others. "I miss before…" His features grew grave, shoulders slumping.
"I know… so do I…" The mercenary pulled the lethal teen to his side, watching the sun peaking above the horizon. "But it's over now…" The younger boy wished he could take comfort in the words, but he couldn't, the thought of what had happened, and what they had lost trailed him, making a knot sit in the pit of his stomach.
"I miss… them…" Saying names made him cry, he couldn't cry, not anymore, he'd run out of tears long before, plus just with the word 'them' he felt the knot grow, a hand moving to his stomach.
"I know…" They sat in silence, the light of day surrounding them, The soft light covering pale skin, glinting off raven locks, along with a white goatee.
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
In the end it was the boy who spoke, eyes watered over despite all the tears he'd shed in the past, a tear rolling off his chin.
"Why…?"
"Why what, boy?"
"Why-" He decided to rephrase. "What was the point? They told us they didn't have the technology to get a nuclear bomb this far… it was such a big bomb to… so was ours… what's the point of war…?" He asked, sad eyes turned to the mercenary, seemingly searching for any reason in the man's single grey blue eye, the other covered with a leather patch, pleading for an answer.
"War is…" he sighed. "Humans are highly territorial, when their way of life is threatened they often turn to war, attacking the source. In other words, humans are stupid, allowing their common sense to be clouded by anger, and the need to protect." He tried, The bird turning back to the sight of the rolling waves.
And not one will know of the war,
not one will care at last when it is done.
He missed them… he missed his team… his friends… Bruce and Alfred had been out, so they where gone to… He'd survived, if only because he'd gotten ill and while he swore up and down that he could still fight, his team refused to allow him to leave the tower… He'd been told to stay put… that they would be back soon… but they never did… The tower still stood due to the materials it was constructed of, but everything else charred. All the boy had seen was a bright light, heard a loud boom, jumping under the table, thinking it was a earthquake from the way the ground had trembled, but no… it was something much worse. The nuclear attack had destroyed everything, two bombs fell, one in New York, one near North Korea, and the fumes had spread everywhere, they constantly had to wear masks to avoid being poisoned or having their D.N.A. mutated, flesh burned from the inside out, eyes rolled back, blinded, some even went deaf, though now after so long, the plants seemed to be coming back to life, if only just, blades of grass sprouting from the ground, trees gaining their bloom, small animals sniffing the ground in search for food.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
"How longs it been?" He rubbed his arms, a chill running through him.
"A hundred-eighty-three years I believe… but you still look as young as the first day…"
"Flattering will get you no where..." The immortal bird whispered. He'd breathed it in, the fumes, and he'd mutated, and much like his companion who had taken part in a military experiment, he didn't age, it fused with his D.N.A. differently than it had with the others. While they had died after experiencing a great deal of pain, he had fused with it, making his form freeze in time, though he still had to wear a mask in the beginning, just to be safe, same as the man to his right. Now though, it seemed, the fumes had calmed to the point where a mask was no longer required, the world going on despite the extinction of humanity as if they'd never been a part of the re-greening planet.
"I wish, wish they'd stayed with me…" dazzling blues looked down, sighing slightly.
"I know." His mouth was invaded by a tough, lips caught in a hard kiss.
At least he had him.
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
Done, it's not all that long but I thought you'd like a nice little dabble of such.
So…? Snack?
Feedback if your in the mood?
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