Title: The Christmas Healing
Summary: A fleeting cure for deep-rooted madness.
Rating: K+ (or perhaps just K; I'm not sure if much!angstiness is enough to make it K+ or not)
Characters: insane!Angeline, Juliet
Challenge: Christmas (Fowl100)
Word count: 100
Notes: My second healing!Insangeline drabble written within the past week. ::headesk::
The girl—the one who doesn't forget to draw the drapes—brings me a glass of water, stirring it as she nears.
"Sleeping pills, Mrs. Fowl."
I wonder who she's talking to for a moment. Then, forgetting her, I sip, and slip into calm darkness.
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That rumble can only be of thunder. But nothing exists outside the curtains, of course.
Suddenly, a pounding pressure overtakes me: all despair I've ever felt reenters for an eternal instant, and—
—departs in lapis lazuli lightning, leaving no misery, but taking parts of me, too.
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Beyond the drapes, storm dissipates. And regenerates.
A/N: Insangeline is my favorite. ::hugs::
Also, reading so much Shakespeare has done wonders for my rhythm, though I'm sure only Dimbledeb picks up on things like that.
You all should go drabble on af100 and Fowl100, because that way my terrible drabbles will be outnumbered by the actually!good ones!