Title: Rapture of Fire
Rating: PG, but * will * increase
Summary: Everything's connected, and some people know that. Some people will do everything in there power to stop it, and some people just don't care. r&r
Disclaimer: Joss is God.
Feedback: makes me write faster. ( It's my drug.
A/n: Well, there's not much to say yet.
I'm not there, again. The wind swirls and I can feel the faint brush of time sweep me into the other places I can't be. I'm always somewhere else.
This time, the sky is raven black, and the stars are twinkling out from under it like a million eyes, all of them watching us. They're always watching us. The man, he stands there, looking at the sky. His flesh is all scarred and burnt, almost in a pattern. He's looking up at the sky, and he's laughing. He's laughing like there's some big joke written in those stars, and we're too inane to get it.
We probably are, anyways. His arms are spread out by his sides, and he's almost impeaching god. With every word he says, every word choked through laughter, there's a darkening of the sky. I begin to feel slightly sorry for him. "Why not?" I hear him say, his laughter turning into bitter tears.
Off to the distance I see a flash of light out of the corner of my eye. A star coming down towards us, and he sees it too. It lands far off in the distance, and he begins running and I follow him, my form touching the ground, but my feet give off no sound.
It's a high, running in your mind. It's a point between gravity when you feel like life has no bounds on you. Your going to freaking break free. You could take the stars down from the sky, you could touch everything.
You could be everything. He screams from the ecstasy, and I wonder if he feels it too. I think he does. I think he knows.
He jumps, and his feet don't touch the ground for a time. Trying to fly. Everyone will try to fly, but too many break his or her wings in the process. And those who do make it are often afraid to try again. I hate gravity. I hate limits. He keeps running, almost flying and in a second neither of us are touching the ground. His heart spills out in the wind, and I listen as no one ever has and I learn. I weep, and I laugh.
I'm connected to him. I was before this, and I will be even stronger after. He's someone who needs, well, something. I don't know what.
Everyone needs something. Love. He is running, I am running and we don't stop. We'll never stop, it seems, we'll run out of here, we'll be free. Isn't that what everyone wants? To be free. I feel the wind, the color rush past me and I hold on to the silver and I don't let the strand go. I feel it pass in my fingers and slip through my body, but still there's more to it, and he is on the other side and we both are sliding through it. Forever, almost.
Wouldn't it be fun to run forever?
Love. Freedom. Forever. Beautiful. A rapture in one word and a wave in forever. He stops running, and I feel like we've been doing this forever. The stars are still raining down before my eyes, but I don't know why. Maybe it's real, or maybe it's in my head. But, it could be both. I know things could be both. I am..
He falls to his knees, and he cries, and I come up to him and cry with him. I know why he's crying, I feel it.
More than ever.
It's more of a connection than I've ever had with anyone before. It's beautiful. I touch his shoulder lightly and pose a question. "Who were you?" I ask, "Who were you before you grew wings and took to the sky?" His heart unfolds like a flower, and I know.
He hears me, and he looks around but I am suddenly washed away in the wind, the trace of my shape dissolving. And I'm back here, asleep, but I can still feel the thread. It's connecting everyone and everything.
Powerful.
Rating: PG, but * will * increase
Summary: Everything's connected, and some people know that. Some people will do everything in there power to stop it, and some people just don't care. r&r
Disclaimer: Joss is God.
Feedback: makes me write faster. ( It's my drug.
A/n: Well, there's not much to say yet.
I'm not there, again. The wind swirls and I can feel the faint brush of time sweep me into the other places I can't be. I'm always somewhere else.
This time, the sky is raven black, and the stars are twinkling out from under it like a million eyes, all of them watching us. They're always watching us. The man, he stands there, looking at the sky. His flesh is all scarred and burnt, almost in a pattern. He's looking up at the sky, and he's laughing. He's laughing like there's some big joke written in those stars, and we're too inane to get it.
We probably are, anyways. His arms are spread out by his sides, and he's almost impeaching god. With every word he says, every word choked through laughter, there's a darkening of the sky. I begin to feel slightly sorry for him. "Why not?" I hear him say, his laughter turning into bitter tears.
Off to the distance I see a flash of light out of the corner of my eye. A star coming down towards us, and he sees it too. It lands far off in the distance, and he begins running and I follow him, my form touching the ground, but my feet give off no sound.
It's a high, running in your mind. It's a point between gravity when you feel like life has no bounds on you. Your going to freaking break free. You could take the stars down from the sky, you could touch everything.
You could be everything. He screams from the ecstasy, and I wonder if he feels it too. I think he does. I think he knows.
He jumps, and his feet don't touch the ground for a time. Trying to fly. Everyone will try to fly, but too many break his or her wings in the process. And those who do make it are often afraid to try again. I hate gravity. I hate limits. He keeps running, almost flying and in a second neither of us are touching the ground. His heart spills out in the wind, and I listen as no one ever has and I learn. I weep, and I laugh.
I'm connected to him. I was before this, and I will be even stronger after. He's someone who needs, well, something. I don't know what.
Everyone needs something. Love. He is running, I am running and we don't stop. We'll never stop, it seems, we'll run out of here, we'll be free. Isn't that what everyone wants? To be free. I feel the wind, the color rush past me and I hold on to the silver and I don't let the strand go. I feel it pass in my fingers and slip through my body, but still there's more to it, and he is on the other side and we both are sliding through it. Forever, almost.
Wouldn't it be fun to run forever?
Love. Freedom. Forever. Beautiful. A rapture in one word and a wave in forever. He stops running, and I feel like we've been doing this forever. The stars are still raining down before my eyes, but I don't know why. Maybe it's real, or maybe it's in my head. But, it could be both. I know things could be both. I am..
He falls to his knees, and he cries, and I come up to him and cry with him. I know why he's crying, I feel it.
More than ever.
It's more of a connection than I've ever had with anyone before. It's beautiful. I touch his shoulder lightly and pose a question. "Who were you?" I ask, "Who were you before you grew wings and took to the sky?" His heart unfolds like a flower, and I know.
He hears me, and he looks around but I am suddenly washed away in the wind, the trace of my shape dissolving. And I'm back here, asleep, but I can still feel the thread. It's connecting everyone and everything.
Powerful.
