A/N: I'm finally being defeated by work and school, it was bound to happen. Someday, maybe I'll get to write more than drabbles again, but for now, I guess I'll take what I can get so I don't go insane. This is 5x01-ish.
DANDELIONS
The grass burns.
Where there had been life under their feet only moments ago, there is no more. Green turns into yellow, each strand soon shriveling as if in agony, a mere projection of the pain that is now oozing out of the woman standing above them, the one draining their every fiber until there is nothing left. The energy she's releasing is so intense that it isn't enough, and so they burn.
This invisible and deadly wave spreads around Olivia like a cancer, the growing dark circle at their feet soon distorting as she starts moving again, like everybody else in the vicinity. Chaos has erupted, but she doesn't see it, doesn't care. There is a frenzy in her steps, just like there is in her voice as she calls their daughter's name, over and over again. Her whirl of emotions fills the air with smoke, as all these running feet shake the burning ground.
Gone is the little girl who blew flowers away, filling the sky with her innocent dreams; all that is left is her mother's desperate wrath, her father's helpless agony, and the ashes that swirl up their ankles.
There are no more dandelion seeds dancing with the wind.