August 14, 2000
we do not own these puppets
views expressed are not necessarily those of the authors
we do not own this song: fiona apple should, but we doubt that she
does, some large corporation probably has that honor
'pale september' is a short series of 2x3 vignettes for draco ^_^
so...uh...surprise!
~pale september~
The nightmares come, as dreams may. When their arms reach out, thin and reedy, voices wailing in horrifying cacophony, I recoil and reach for the surface.
He would have stroked my hair, running curious fingers through my bangs. And he would have said, 'I love your hair, you know that?', wonderfully oblivious to the lure of his own chestnut tresses.
'Bad nightmare?' I would nod and rest my head against his chest, stroking the softness of the skin with my cheek. 'S'okay. I have nightmares too.' But I know I wouldn't ask, because we never pry. It would be an open declaration of war; I know we've had enough of war to last a whole cycle [1].
And then we would lie there in silence, maybe looking at the stars through the window in our ceiling, maybe just touching. Yes. Probably just touching.
But he's not here to do those things, to tell me how much he loves my hair, and me, by extension. So I close my eyes and call up a song older than my time on this earth, and I sing for Duo. And I rock myself to sleep.
~owari~
[1] Of Samsara. Think of Trowa as a student of philosophy and old religion.
Ariana and Bianca
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