Title: His Lullaby
Author: Aliquis
Rating: G
Spoilers: The movie.
Characters: Edward Scissorhands
Genre: Drama/Angst
Summary: Edward can't sleep. Set just after the movie.
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Something in the air that night made him jolt awake. His scissor hands snipped together nervously in those brief moments of haze and confusion, the cold night air making him shiver uncontrollably. Edward subconsciously curled further into his self-imposed fetal position, tucking his pale chin desperately into his chest for the fleeting source of warmth it afforded him. His teeth chattered against the inside of his pale-gray lips, his onyx, still eyes shinning through the darkness.
Edward was scared.
The floorboards creaked restlessly into the dense silence as he shifted over his bed of straw, the unfeeling stone wall pressing firmly against his back.
His scissor fingers snipped absently as his eyes moved nervously over the expanse of his large room. Moonlight filtered through the large, splintered gape of a roof, sending a touch of light into the otherwise oppressively dark mansion. The wind blew steadily across Edward's numb body, which lay defenseless underneath the angry sky. He felt his stomach tremble and clench as another torrent of icy wind caressed his lightly clothed body.
Alone.
Edward clamped his eyes shut, wishing the wind away.
He didn't like being alone.
A single tear rolled down his scarred, pale cheek, sinking into the straw beneath him. Edward hopelessly tried to snuggle into his bed, but to no avail. His "hands" prevented it. They clicked and clanged against one another, awkwardly folding across the dirty floor. The shiny metal reflected the searing light of the moon, and as Edward tilted his hands so that one of the larger blades was in front of his face, he saw his reflection. Dark bags underlined his bottomless black eyes, his angular jaw thin and delicate. He had a peculiar mouth, pouty and small, which lay bluish black against his pale complexion, and raven hair thrown askew in every possible direction, jutting out in odd angles from underneath his head.
Edward blinked and lowered his hand, looking up towards the moon.
Kim.
His fingers snipped despairingly.
Edward still remembered how the sparkles of ice had shone against Kim's delicate auburn hair as she danced in the snow that night-- how she had held him close to her, rubbing his arms and back slowly, comfortingly. He had felt so warm, so safe. He could still smell the fresh cold in her hair.the snow.
He remembered everything.
Lowering his eyes, brows furrowed, Edward once again attempted to get comfortable, sinking into the familiar darkness which surrounded him. It warmed him, held him. The darkness never left him. And he would always be a part of that darkness.
The chilling clash of metal reverberated helplessly throughout the room.
Always.
© Nina Z. 2004. All rights reserved.
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Author: Aliquis
Rating: G
Spoilers: The movie.
Characters: Edward Scissorhands
Genre: Drama/Angst
Summary: Edward can't sleep. Set just after the movie.
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Something in the air that night made him jolt awake. His scissor hands snipped together nervously in those brief moments of haze and confusion, the cold night air making him shiver uncontrollably. Edward subconsciously curled further into his self-imposed fetal position, tucking his pale chin desperately into his chest for the fleeting source of warmth it afforded him. His teeth chattered against the inside of his pale-gray lips, his onyx, still eyes shinning through the darkness.
Edward was scared.
The floorboards creaked restlessly into the dense silence as he shifted over his bed of straw, the unfeeling stone wall pressing firmly against his back.
His scissor fingers snipped absently as his eyes moved nervously over the expanse of his large room. Moonlight filtered through the large, splintered gape of a roof, sending a touch of light into the otherwise oppressively dark mansion. The wind blew steadily across Edward's numb body, which lay defenseless underneath the angry sky. He felt his stomach tremble and clench as another torrent of icy wind caressed his lightly clothed body.
Alone.
Edward clamped his eyes shut, wishing the wind away.
He didn't like being alone.
A single tear rolled down his scarred, pale cheek, sinking into the straw beneath him. Edward hopelessly tried to snuggle into his bed, but to no avail. His "hands" prevented it. They clicked and clanged against one another, awkwardly folding across the dirty floor. The shiny metal reflected the searing light of the moon, and as Edward tilted his hands so that one of the larger blades was in front of his face, he saw his reflection. Dark bags underlined his bottomless black eyes, his angular jaw thin and delicate. He had a peculiar mouth, pouty and small, which lay bluish black against his pale complexion, and raven hair thrown askew in every possible direction, jutting out in odd angles from underneath his head.
Edward blinked and lowered his hand, looking up towards the moon.
Kim.
His fingers snipped despairingly.
Edward still remembered how the sparkles of ice had shone against Kim's delicate auburn hair as she danced in the snow that night-- how she had held him close to her, rubbing his arms and back slowly, comfortingly. He had felt so warm, so safe. He could still smell the fresh cold in her hair.the snow.
He remembered everything.
Lowering his eyes, brows furrowed, Edward once again attempted to get comfortable, sinking into the familiar darkness which surrounded him. It warmed him, held him. The darkness never left him. And he would always be a part of that darkness.
The chilling clash of metal reverberated helplessly throughout the room.
Always.
© Nina Z. 2004. All rights reserved.
.