R/C deathfic. It's dark, at least I think so. Short, so give it a try.
Oh, and to any of you that enjoy my work and are looking for more... read on.
Title: Imprisoned
Rating: R
Summary: Angst/Romance. Cesia POV, both good and bad Cesia; incest (see pairings below), curses, rape, lust, anger, jealousy, sorrow, and Love.
Pairings: R/C, C/N, brief C/Shy, background Shyrendora/Shydeman, and the list goes on.
Imprisoned will be updated hopefully later this week.
'Broken Souls' was written to "The Freshmen" by The Verve Pipe. Ah, the 90s...good times.
Half story, half poem
Self-given challenge fic: the problem is never mentioned, but must be evident by the end of the story.
A match sparked.
Flickering flames danced with glowing devotion.
He heard her scream.
Unwilling to understand.
"Rath..."
"he wasn't paying attention..."
"...tried to swerve"
"too late..."
No! Dammit, no!
Frantic thoughts darted back and forth like little shards of broken glass.
No, she couldn't...it couldn't...
This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening...
The ring was in his pocket.
A tiny band of intertwining gold and silver, and a small jewel set inside.
Her ring.
His wish.
And all at once, everything he had ever wanted fell apart.
Voices tried to penetrate his thoughts, but his mind was filled with the smell of burning rubber; vision clouded by heat and exhaust.
He clawed at the image desperately, trying to tear his eyes from the scene that kept flooding through.
A stretcher.
Blood, spilling endlessly across graveled pavement.
A soft, kitten's whimper.
And a voice that echoed in his head.
"...Promise me you'll never fall in love."
Jealousy.
He damned himself, over and over again. Stupid.
It was so stupid.
So...-fucking-...stupid...
A race against time and love and rage.
She had dared to love him.
And now they were surrounded by polished tiles, and a cold, unforgiving room.
Because of a stupid mistake.
He crushed her to him, a painful, needy, desperate embrace.
"I...I thought..."
"It's true. All of it."
A broken, explosive scream of anguish.
A fallen angel heaving with shattered sobs.
No...no...
NO!
Splinters of glass littered the floor.
"I'll get it. I'm sorry, I'm"
Empty. Cold. Dead.
A drop of blood.
"Let me,"
"No!"
Wide eyes.
"I...I'll get it." A forced smile. "Really, it's fine. I'm okay."
Another, painful, lie.
Shards cut into his hands, but the feeling was gone for one, fleeting moment.
He heard her scream.
Torment rushed through his veins, bloody despair pooling between his fingers.
A mindless, meaningless task to save himself.
A desperate attempt at survival.
"I want to see her."
"Rath, you"
"Just let me see her."
"She can't..."
Black met blue in one pleading, begging, sobbing glance.
She was going to die, and he couldn't be with her.
He was not allowed to be there.
"...please..."
A crumbled mask.
"I have to see her."
His last hope.
A kissed confession to a stolen existence.
One heart's lone apocalypse.
Whispered goodbyes
The smoky echo of smothered hope.
He heard her scream,
And a second life was drenched in darkness.
Review if you feel like it, don't if you don't. I know I haven't posted in a long while, but here's a little, shredded piece.
Lady Dragonnaine
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