Spider, Part Twenty
"Silver "
by Vega
Spider webs of silver scrawled through my brain.
The Hanyou had white hair.
Uncle Sesshoumaru...?
Someone else.
Silver in his eyes as he made love to me.
His silver cloak as he tore me apart from the inside.
A man in a white mask, holding a silver thread and needle.
A clean silver table, gleaming like metal.
A rusted silver sword, thrown from a wall into a courtyard.
The silver of his torso armour.
The silver scars crisscrossing my right arm.
The silver of the lamps above me.
Silver railing on the hospital bed.
Silver whine of the ambulance sirens.
The silver whirring of the helicopter blades.
Silver threads in red hair. Wound in twin hair buns.
Silver hair.
Oh, god, make him go away, silver hair...
Silver hair over strange tattoos?
Someone is speaking to me in silver tones.
"Aslin, can you hear me...?" I think I nod, but there's light shining in my eyes and it hurts.
"Aslin, your great-grandmother is here."
I try to clear my throat. "Uncle...?"
"Yes, it's me. We're taking care of you - no expense spared, dear. The plastic surgeons will arrive tomorrow."
"Shard... out..."
"There was internal tearing ... the doctors got it out when they stitched you up."
"Kouga..."
"I'll call him."
"Uncle..." I held out my hand, and I thought I could feel him taking it.
My blood felt like cold quicksilver in my veins.
The next time I awoke there was a kindly woman with red hair and two buns on the top of her head talking in the doorway with a rash shouter with a black ponytail.
"Silver "
by Vega
Spider webs of silver scrawled through my brain.
The Hanyou had white hair.
Uncle Sesshoumaru...?
Someone else.
Silver in his eyes as he made love to me.
His silver cloak as he tore me apart from the inside.
A man in a white mask, holding a silver thread and needle.
A clean silver table, gleaming like metal.
A rusted silver sword, thrown from a wall into a courtyard.
The silver of his torso armour.
The silver scars crisscrossing my right arm.
The silver of the lamps above me.
Silver railing on the hospital bed.
Silver whine of the ambulance sirens.
The silver whirring of the helicopter blades.
Silver threads in red hair. Wound in twin hair buns.
Silver hair.
Oh, god, make him go away, silver hair...
Silver hair over strange tattoos?
Someone is speaking to me in silver tones.
"Aslin, can you hear me...?" I think I nod, but there's light shining in my eyes and it hurts.
"Aslin, your great-grandmother is here."
I try to clear my throat. "Uncle...?"
"Yes, it's me. We're taking care of you - no expense spared, dear. The plastic surgeons will arrive tomorrow."
"Shard... out..."
"There was internal tearing ... the doctors got it out when they stitched you up."
"Kouga..."
"I'll call him."
"Uncle..." I held out my hand, and I thought I could feel him taking it.
My blood felt like cold quicksilver in my veins.
The next time I awoke there was a kindly woman with red hair and two buns on the top of her head talking in the doorway with a rash shouter with a black ponytail.