Author's Note: You know....I don't know why there are only two
reviews...but, eh....I roll with the punches, some people like it, some
people don't. I goes with the flow. Okay, so, here's a song-fic chapter!
(*Gives a little dance*). WOO-Ha! On with the show!
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Chapter Three: Ticket to Heaven ( named after the song from '3 doors down')
~I'm walking a wire, it feel likes a thousand ways I could fall To want is to buy, but to live is to die and you can't take it all~
The sky was dark with the coming storm rolling over the coast from the sea. The waters of the great ocean were frothing like a giant mixing bowl, all greying and dark sickly green as if the sea itself were sick from some ailment that inflicted the earth. There was a dark wind stirring from the heavens and a wail sounding from some where in the night, a banshee of ancient lore coming back to haunt the minds of the living that still believed in such things of the dead.
The streets were empty beneath one lone window, standing open to the storm. A candle's flame flickered from within the window's room, casting long, dark shadows against the walls. They were wallpapered with a deep, forest green and covered with a few finely painted pictures and the occassional candle holders in antique metalworked design. The floor was covered in dark- colored rugs that accented the walls and the woodwork around the floor boards. They were covered with scattered papers and a few books cracked open on their spines, flung wide to any random page. The lonely lit candle rested atop a desk, shining on a face covered in deep shadow, the lines of age deepening with the flame's flickering dance.
~And everything is said and done I won't have one thing left What happened to everything that I've ever known~
Across town, an apartment sat dark and lonely, empty of women's laughter or the sounds of shared booze. There was silence save the coming storm and the flickering of figures across a black and white TV set of some 1950s show when happier times reigned and the tale-tells signs of coming doom were not thick in the air.
A figure rested on a bed, covers stacked ontop of their prone body, seemingly trying to keep the world from contaminating their sorrow. A few bottles of beer rested upright or toppled over beside the bed and the figure shifted and muttered a name into the silent air.
"Sgath..."
~All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that you make~
There was a flash of lightning as the sea shook within its depths and the very foundations of the deep rumbled with barely contained fury. It were as if the sea gods were angry with mortal kind. The candle flickered and the one staring intently at it turned his attentions away from the fiery dance, turned and faced the sea where once, along time ago, a boy of sixteen had dived into the driving surf like an olive-toned dolphine and had matched wits with the sea.
A body of pure liquid movements and magnificent strokes. A body whose magick had moved and glided with every beautiful hand dipped into the waters and every propulsion of divine feet. A Perseus sprung out of legend to haunt his mind forever.
Ciaran gripped the arms of his chair and stared out his window at the storm, awaiting its fury and anger.
~Now I'm restless and I'm running from everything, I'm running from everything, I'm afraid it's a little too late~
Killian was jarred awake with the crash of lightning and he sprang to his window, staring out, eyes wide with fear. He hadn't felt this way in a long time. A long time. He tried to catch his breath, tried to take in a gulp of air that would still the rapid beating of his heart and calm the roaring in his ears.
"Oh Goddess...." His voice trailed off in agony. "What had we done? Why didn't we stop him?"
A crash of lightning and a rumble of thunder, then the rain came pouring down from the heavens, driving to the earth in fat droplets of Mother Nature's power. Killian jumped back from the window, eyes widened, mouth parted in shock. In the window. A reflected picture floating up from the past.
A wide mouth parted in a haunting smile.
Gold eyes flashing like stars with barely contained mirth.
Hands, moving with magick.
Hips.
Lips.
Legs that spoke power when they ran.
Killian covered his face with his hands and choked back a sob.
~It's all voices lie, innocents die, now ain't that a shame And all your dreams, and all your money they don't mean a thing~
Another crash of lightning, and the rain came pouring into his window. But he didn't move, didn't shift one inch from his position in his chair. He stared out at the chaos outside and reckoned it to the chaos in his heart.
So long ago. Years ago. A thousand years it seemed, but still never enough. A dream had been born, shaped and sculptured as if the Goddess herself had forgiven him his transgressions against Maeve Riordan. As if he were allowed a second chance to love and take what love had to give him. Take what Cal had to give him, and thus give in return. It had been blissful; a dream that would never die....
The sky let loose another round of thunder and another shock of yellow- white lightning, electric, lighting the land below it in a still scene of real life: the empty streets, the trees as they shook in their places and their leaves tossed in a sea of green, the other hundreds of people in their dark apartments, peaceful, sleeping, waiting out the storm.
Ciaran would never get any rest. Mother Nature, after such a long time of waiting, was finally coming to collect her due and seek revenge against him for letting one of her beautiful children die.
"But I couldn't...." he whispered to the storm. "I couldn't save him......"
~When everything is said and done, you won't have one thing left What happened to everything that I've ever known~
Killian looked up as tears stained his cheeks. The window was bare of its ghastly image from the past. Bare of the memories that hurt more than seeing any picture or reading any Book of Shadows. Killian didn't want to remember, but then he couldn't forget.
He stumbled out of his room as another burst of lighning lit up the sky in a shock of electric intensity. He stumbled passed the going TV to his fridge, flinging the door open wide and reaching a shaking hand into the cool innards of the machine, scattering other bottles and them crashing to the floor and him not caring. He pulled out a cool can of beer. Shaking, he popped the top and took a swig. The cool, biting liquid went down his throat and he waited expectantly for the buzz...anything to get him away from remembering.....
He turned away from his fridge taking another swig. Lightning flashed. Thunder rumbled and the rain came from the heavens with the fury of a monsoon. Killian dropped his bottle and screamed.
The image on the screen had warped itself.
"In-fucking-possible," Killian whispered in disbelief.
Golden eyes were on the screen, only in black in white. And that wide mouth was smiling. That hair, black and like chinese silk, was wind tossed as a breeze came rushing in from the Scottish coast. The head it all belonged to was tilted back, drinking up the sun. The head turned to his direction and that mouth smiled wider this time, more open than it could ever be with his mother.
Killian collapsed to the floor.
~All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, Said to lie in the bed that you make~
"I COULDN'T SAVE HIM!!!!" Ciaran shouted at the fury of the storm. He shot up from his chair and went to the window, leaning out. His face was creased in anger and pain. "I COULDN'T SAVE HIM, DAMN YOU!!!!"
Lightning crashed. Thunder roared and Mother Nature threw her strongest wind at him, pushing him back into his apartment, back into his chair, and he sat with a defiant thump. The banshee wail settled down about his ears in frenzy and he threw his head back, eyes closed. Images flashed into his brain.
A naked body.
Olive skin revealed to his capable hands.
A hiss of pleasure from wide lips.
Skin against skin.
Sweat.
A kiss. A soul burning, heart wrenching kiss.
Blood turned to ice.
Bones to fire.
"Stop." Ciaran's eyes flung open. "Oh Goddess, stop..."
~Now I'm restless and I'm running from everything, I'm running from everything, I'm afraid it's a little too late It's a little too late~
Killian tried to breath this time. He really tried. But his lungs didn't seem to want to work, and he couldn't turn away from the pictures on the screen. Couldn't turn away from Cal. Couldn't turn away from his memories being replayed to him.
It was Yule, and Cal......They'd tried a different spell. After Ciaran had conducted the main celebrations' duties, he'd snuck away, with Killian's help, of course. And he and Cal had been in the garden. Blankets of snow covering the ground around them, flakes dancing from the cloudy night sky. They'd both been sky clad, conducting a most forbidden magick....a binding of souls....with the suthainn ceangal.
It had been hard to tell where one body had began and the other ended, when the magick had started.
Killian watched that instance of time replayed on the screen, watched the light flare about his father and Cal's bodies, watched as the magick took its immediate effect......He watched even as his eyes began to blur with tears and his heart began to ache......
"Goddess, Cal..."
~All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, Said to lie in the bed that you make Now I'm restless and I'm running from everything, I'm running from everything~
Ciaran buried his face in his hands as the winds slowly died down and the rain became a light sheen covering the earth.
"Goddess, I tried--"
A flash of black hair and fingers going through it in an absentminded movement, an agile tongue darting from a mouth to coat dry lips. Said lips leaning in, closely, so close. Ciaran lifted his face in time to feel a memory brush across his lips and shiver from the remembered fire.
He opened his eyes to find himself alone in his apartment.
"Where are you, Cal?"
~I'm afraid it's a little too late~
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A/N: Whoa!
Okay, so what d'you think? I mean, I wanted to show a very different side to our huggable villain Ciaran and our very drunkable Killian ( I lurv them oh so much.) So, tell me was this out of character enough to be in character for these two? Could you imagine them acting this way should this kind of situation come up? Or am I messing with them for my own wicked pleasure? Okay, don't answer the last one. ^_^. R&R's are welcome, flames will be sent to my muses to cook up more of these juciey beauties ;-)
Chapter Three: Ticket to Heaven ( named after the song from '3 doors down')
~I'm walking a wire, it feel likes a thousand ways I could fall To want is to buy, but to live is to die and you can't take it all~
The sky was dark with the coming storm rolling over the coast from the sea. The waters of the great ocean were frothing like a giant mixing bowl, all greying and dark sickly green as if the sea itself were sick from some ailment that inflicted the earth. There was a dark wind stirring from the heavens and a wail sounding from some where in the night, a banshee of ancient lore coming back to haunt the minds of the living that still believed in such things of the dead.
The streets were empty beneath one lone window, standing open to the storm. A candle's flame flickered from within the window's room, casting long, dark shadows against the walls. They were wallpapered with a deep, forest green and covered with a few finely painted pictures and the occassional candle holders in antique metalworked design. The floor was covered in dark- colored rugs that accented the walls and the woodwork around the floor boards. They were covered with scattered papers and a few books cracked open on their spines, flung wide to any random page. The lonely lit candle rested atop a desk, shining on a face covered in deep shadow, the lines of age deepening with the flame's flickering dance.
~And everything is said and done I won't have one thing left What happened to everything that I've ever known~
Across town, an apartment sat dark and lonely, empty of women's laughter or the sounds of shared booze. There was silence save the coming storm and the flickering of figures across a black and white TV set of some 1950s show when happier times reigned and the tale-tells signs of coming doom were not thick in the air.
A figure rested on a bed, covers stacked ontop of their prone body, seemingly trying to keep the world from contaminating their sorrow. A few bottles of beer rested upright or toppled over beside the bed and the figure shifted and muttered a name into the silent air.
"Sgath..."
~All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that you make~
There was a flash of lightning as the sea shook within its depths and the very foundations of the deep rumbled with barely contained fury. It were as if the sea gods were angry with mortal kind. The candle flickered and the one staring intently at it turned his attentions away from the fiery dance, turned and faced the sea where once, along time ago, a boy of sixteen had dived into the driving surf like an olive-toned dolphine and had matched wits with the sea.
A body of pure liquid movements and magnificent strokes. A body whose magick had moved and glided with every beautiful hand dipped into the waters and every propulsion of divine feet. A Perseus sprung out of legend to haunt his mind forever.
Ciaran gripped the arms of his chair and stared out his window at the storm, awaiting its fury and anger.
~Now I'm restless and I'm running from everything, I'm running from everything, I'm afraid it's a little too late~
Killian was jarred awake with the crash of lightning and he sprang to his window, staring out, eyes wide with fear. He hadn't felt this way in a long time. A long time. He tried to catch his breath, tried to take in a gulp of air that would still the rapid beating of his heart and calm the roaring in his ears.
"Oh Goddess...." His voice trailed off in agony. "What had we done? Why didn't we stop him?"
A crash of lightning and a rumble of thunder, then the rain came pouring down from the heavens, driving to the earth in fat droplets of Mother Nature's power. Killian jumped back from the window, eyes widened, mouth parted in shock. In the window. A reflected picture floating up from the past.
A wide mouth parted in a haunting smile.
Gold eyes flashing like stars with barely contained mirth.
Hands, moving with magick.
Hips.
Lips.
Legs that spoke power when they ran.
Killian covered his face with his hands and choked back a sob.
~It's all voices lie, innocents die, now ain't that a shame And all your dreams, and all your money they don't mean a thing~
Another crash of lightning, and the rain came pouring into his window. But he didn't move, didn't shift one inch from his position in his chair. He stared out at the chaos outside and reckoned it to the chaos in his heart.
So long ago. Years ago. A thousand years it seemed, but still never enough. A dream had been born, shaped and sculptured as if the Goddess herself had forgiven him his transgressions against Maeve Riordan. As if he were allowed a second chance to love and take what love had to give him. Take what Cal had to give him, and thus give in return. It had been blissful; a dream that would never die....
The sky let loose another round of thunder and another shock of yellow- white lightning, electric, lighting the land below it in a still scene of real life: the empty streets, the trees as they shook in their places and their leaves tossed in a sea of green, the other hundreds of people in their dark apartments, peaceful, sleeping, waiting out the storm.
Ciaran would never get any rest. Mother Nature, after such a long time of waiting, was finally coming to collect her due and seek revenge against him for letting one of her beautiful children die.
"But I couldn't...." he whispered to the storm. "I couldn't save him......"
~When everything is said and done, you won't have one thing left What happened to everything that I've ever known~
Killian looked up as tears stained his cheeks. The window was bare of its ghastly image from the past. Bare of the memories that hurt more than seeing any picture or reading any Book of Shadows. Killian didn't want to remember, but then he couldn't forget.
He stumbled out of his room as another burst of lighning lit up the sky in a shock of electric intensity. He stumbled passed the going TV to his fridge, flinging the door open wide and reaching a shaking hand into the cool innards of the machine, scattering other bottles and them crashing to the floor and him not caring. He pulled out a cool can of beer. Shaking, he popped the top and took a swig. The cool, biting liquid went down his throat and he waited expectantly for the buzz...anything to get him away from remembering.....
He turned away from his fridge taking another swig. Lightning flashed. Thunder rumbled and the rain came from the heavens with the fury of a monsoon. Killian dropped his bottle and screamed.
The image on the screen had warped itself.
"In-fucking-possible," Killian whispered in disbelief.
Golden eyes were on the screen, only in black in white. And that wide mouth was smiling. That hair, black and like chinese silk, was wind tossed as a breeze came rushing in from the Scottish coast. The head it all belonged to was tilted back, drinking up the sun. The head turned to his direction and that mouth smiled wider this time, more open than it could ever be with his mother.
Killian collapsed to the floor.
~All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, Said to lie in the bed that you make~
"I COULDN'T SAVE HIM!!!!" Ciaran shouted at the fury of the storm. He shot up from his chair and went to the window, leaning out. His face was creased in anger and pain. "I COULDN'T SAVE HIM, DAMN YOU!!!!"
Lightning crashed. Thunder roared and Mother Nature threw her strongest wind at him, pushing him back into his apartment, back into his chair, and he sat with a defiant thump. The banshee wail settled down about his ears in frenzy and he threw his head back, eyes closed. Images flashed into his brain.
A naked body.
Olive skin revealed to his capable hands.
A hiss of pleasure from wide lips.
Skin against skin.
Sweat.
A kiss. A soul burning, heart wrenching kiss.
Blood turned to ice.
Bones to fire.
"Stop." Ciaran's eyes flung open. "Oh Goddess, stop..."
~Now I'm restless and I'm running from everything, I'm running from everything, I'm afraid it's a little too late It's a little too late~
Killian tried to breath this time. He really tried. But his lungs didn't seem to want to work, and he couldn't turn away from the pictures on the screen. Couldn't turn away from Cal. Couldn't turn away from his memories being replayed to him.
It was Yule, and Cal......They'd tried a different spell. After Ciaran had conducted the main celebrations' duties, he'd snuck away, with Killian's help, of course. And he and Cal had been in the garden. Blankets of snow covering the ground around them, flakes dancing from the cloudy night sky. They'd both been sky clad, conducting a most forbidden magick....a binding of souls....with the suthainn ceangal.
It had been hard to tell where one body had began and the other ended, when the magick had started.
Killian watched that instance of time replayed on the screen, watched the light flare about his father and Cal's bodies, watched as the magick took its immediate effect......He watched even as his eyes began to blur with tears and his heart began to ache......
"Goddess, Cal..."
~All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, Said to lie in the bed that you make Now I'm restless and I'm running from everything, I'm running from everything~
Ciaran buried his face in his hands as the winds slowly died down and the rain became a light sheen covering the earth.
"Goddess, I tried--"
A flash of black hair and fingers going through it in an absentminded movement, an agile tongue darting from a mouth to coat dry lips. Said lips leaning in, closely, so close. Ciaran lifted his face in time to feel a memory brush across his lips and shiver from the remembered fire.
He opened his eyes to find himself alone in his apartment.
"Where are you, Cal?"
~I'm afraid it's a little too late~
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A/N: Whoa!
Okay, so what d'you think? I mean, I wanted to show a very different side to our huggable villain Ciaran and our very drunkable Killian ( I lurv them oh so much.) So, tell me was this out of character enough to be in character for these two? Could you imagine them acting this way should this kind of situation come up? Or am I messing with them for my own wicked pleasure? Okay, don't answer the last one. ^_^. R&R's are welcome, flames will be sent to my muses to cook up more of these juciey beauties ;-)
