From the ashes a fire shall be woken
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estdeus_innobisVoronin Manor, Wednesday, October 14th, Dusk
The sun was in the sky when the ember went out. It should have been a flare. A blazing inferno. Loud and changing the world. I am left with echoing ash in the corner of my mind.
Boku recovered from the choked bite of the late breakfast. I wrapped myself tight in ash and let him have his day with the boy of horse and leather. Let them have their joy in flesh and life and each other until they were wrapped like kittens in sleep. It is much easier to slip out of his arms when a tenth the size. Cat shifts to yamaneko and the journey is swift. The youngest does not comprehend the waves of feeling, but pays his respects to a den mother in speed.
The last of the onlookers have left with the setting sun. There is barely rubble left, just ash cooling. All the embers are gone. My knees hurt where they press against sharp cinders. The black and white all covered in grey. The only thing hot is the water etching tracks in my face.
No more garden dances, winter has come.
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The sun was in the sky when the ember went out. It should have been a flare. A blazing inferno. Loud and changing the world. I am left with echoing ash in the corner of my mind.
Boku recovered from the choked bite of the late breakfast. I wrapped myself tight in ash and let him have his day with the boy of horse and leather. Let them have their joy in flesh and life and each other until they were wrapped like kittens in sleep. It is much easier to slip out of his arms when a tenth the size. Cat shifts to yamaneko and the journey is swift. The youngest does not comprehend the waves of feeling, but pays his respects to a den mother in speed.
The last of the onlookers have left with the setting sun. There is barely rubble left, just ash cooling. All the embers are gone. My knees hurt where they press against sharp cinders. The black and white all covered in grey. The only thing hot is the water etching tracks in my face.
No more garden dances, winter has come.
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Date: 2009-05-21 07:08 pm (UTC)Quiet then, the both of us. Stay where we are a good while, then I take his clothes off, hoping he don't really notice there's bits of ash on 'em. He lets me, just watching me and I like feeling like I can take care of someone too, for once. Then I take him to bed and just sleep.
Wake up once, in the night. 'Bout a couple of hours till dawn yet, and we're tangled up and I can feel him all warm up against me but I can't really see nothing. He moves a bit in his sleep, and says something real quiet in Japanese that I don't understand, and his hair falls against my face. I lie there trying not to move so's I don't wake him up and wondering, if he's asleep in there, are the others awake? How's it work? And I think 'bout the monster with his head in my lap and then his tongue all rough on the back of my neck, and I wonder if he's in there and what he's thinking about. I hope he ain't feeling too bad.