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copreterito2012-04-06 05:03 pm
pospreterito) wrote in copreterito2012-04-06 05:03 pm
{bracketverse, 31_days} try to leave no traces
Title: try to leave no traces
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 309
Story / World: bracketverse
Challenge:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31_days: January 08 2012, I said ‘it is just me just say it to my face’
Other: During Chondrilla juncea.
Characters: Ciel Noline, the ghost (the ghost is a spoiler)
Notes: Because I cannot be trusted to name anything, this part of Angels of the Silences is called High Hawk Season. It’s just as well this is an AU, really.
half rising to a crouch, sinking back down to the floor
if you're walking, keep your head low; try to leave no traces when you go
She's there again, a glassy sky-blue silhouette. Ciel can tell she's facing away from him, even with no point of reference, even lost in a grey fog. Maybe he's the one who just arrived; she's certainly speaking like there was background he missed.
"In the end, all it took was three idiots and a liar and a single case of petty theft," she says, so quietly he can barely hear. "Not even in that order. Do you understand? It barely took anything at all. Do you understand?"
Ciel inches towards her. "No, actually," he says, the sentiment unfamiliar in his mouth and the words thick and heavy on his tongue. "Who are you? What happened?"
She turns, skirts whirling, suddenly far closer than he'd reckoned for. Her hands on his shoulders feel like nothing at all, and she doesn't even have a trace left of her face, if she ever had one. "You must understand," she says, cold and desperate, "you have to, you have to, it's coming and everyone will be judged and if you don't understand there will be no hope at all."
"Then help me!" he says, "I don't even know who you're talking about, just tell me and I'll fix it, I--"
He opens his eyes and gulps in air. The sky above him isn't much more distinct than the entire form of his dream, Ciel finds, and he apparently fell asleep leaning against a doorway that covered him with chalky crumbling plaster, but he's back in the real world and manages even to keep his balance.
Slowing his breathing back down is a bit more of a challenge. But he's awake, he's back in the real world, she's just a flicker in the corner of his eyes again.
Ciel swallows down the uncertainty like a marble and squints at the sun.
He's late.
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 309
Story / World: bracketverse
Challenge:
31_days: January 08 2012, I said ‘it is just me just say it to my face’ Other: During Chondrilla juncea.
Characters: Ciel Noline, the ghost (the ghost is a spoiler)
Notes: Because I cannot be trusted to name anything, this part of Angels of the Silences is called High Hawk Season. It’s just as well this is an AU, really.
if you're walking, keep your head low; try to leave no traces when you go
She's there again, a glassy sky-blue silhouette. Ciel can tell she's facing away from him, even with no point of reference, even lost in a grey fog. Maybe he's the one who just arrived; she's certainly speaking like there was background he missed.
"In the end, all it took was three idiots and a liar and a single case of petty theft," she says, so quietly he can barely hear. "Not even in that order. Do you understand? It barely took anything at all. Do you understand?"
Ciel inches towards her. "No, actually," he says, the sentiment unfamiliar in his mouth and the words thick and heavy on his tongue. "Who are you? What happened?"
She turns, skirts whirling, suddenly far closer than he'd reckoned for. Her hands on his shoulders feel like nothing at all, and she doesn't even have a trace left of her face, if she ever had one. "You must understand," she says, cold and desperate, "you have to, you have to, it's coming and everyone will be judged and if you don't understand there will be no hope at all."
"Then help me!" he says, "I don't even know who you're talking about, just tell me and I'll fix it, I--"
He opens his eyes and gulps in air. The sky above him isn't much more distinct than the entire form of his dream, Ciel finds, and he apparently fell asleep leaning against a doorway that covered him with chalky crumbling plaster, but he's back in the real world and manages even to keep his balance.
Slowing his breathing back down is a bit more of a challenge. But he's awake, he's back in the real world, she's just a flicker in the corner of his eyes again.
Ciel swallows down the uncertainty like a marble and squints at the sun.
He's late.
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(there's a short story explaining slightly more about the ghost situation that will be up as soon as i do line edits, by the way. um. if you're curious. :3)