I'm Drowning in Drabble Bunnies
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tj_dragonbladeMegadeth is putting out new material! This is delightful news, indeed; for the last I'd heard, they were retired for good due to medical reason on Dave Mustaine's part...which could have been erroneous information, I suppose...whatever the case. I'm glad to hear them still on the scene. And musings of this sort prompted me to pull out my Megadeth CDs in the car a few days ago; I was contemplating last week's drabble challenge on my way to work and then the song 'Promises', off 2001's The World Needs a Hero album, came on and the lyrics just stuck out as something of a sore thumb. Specifically:
Two hearts that shouldn't
Talk to each other become close
In a town much like a prison cell
People speak our names
On the street in hushed tones
Oh the stories they'd tell
If anyone would listen
You come from a town where
People don't bother saying hello
Unless somebody's born or dies
And I come from a place where they
Drag your hopes through the mud
Because their own dreams are all dying
And when we walk down the street
The wind sings our name in rebel songs
The sounds of the night should make us anxious
But it's much too late when the fear is gone
I will meet you in the Next Life, I promise you
Where we can be together, I promise you
I will wait till then in Heaven, I promise you
I promise, I promise
This has a very bittersweet mood, the music mixing strings with the signature Megadeth sound--this is probably the closest they've come to a ballad that I've yet heard. There is another verse, and more repetitions of the chorus. But that's the half of the song that thwapped me upside the head for the drabble. I've dithered over whether or not it was worth writing for a few days; but the damned muses are insistent. Weary of the reincarnation theme? Feel free to skip this. ^_^
Title: Promises
Rated: R, for violence
Word Count: 100
Characters: Unnamed reincs somewhere between TenKen and Gojyo/Hakkai
I know, before I wrench the door open.
I felt it.
Too late--I'm too goddamn late--
Bodies litter the floor. Villagers--those who tossed 'queer', uglier words whenever we'd pass.
He's slumped against the cupboard, life bleeding from his torn stomach, green eyes dull, glassy.
The knife he grips belongs to one of them.
"There...are more--they'll kill you too--"
His dying eyes urge me to run.
I stay kneeling beside him--he knew I would.
Bloody fingers trail across my cheek. "I...will meet you in...the next life," he smiles.
I catch his hand, press it; angry voices swell outside.
"I promise," he sighs.
And I fight my last in vengeful fury.
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Written: 12/21/04
And, because I just can't seem to help drabbling 85 all over the place this week:
A complementary pair exploring the spectre of Gonou. Titles plucked from 'My Immortal', by Evanescence, which kept playing time after time on the damned radio at work while these were in progress. The mood fit. And there we have it.
Title: Your Presence Still Lingers Here
Rated: R. Not Quite Worksafe
Word Count: 100
Characters: Hakkai/Gojyo
Spoilers: Elements of Hakkai's past
He is exquisite beneath me, alive, impassioned, utterly open; he gives me his soul in a precious offering of understanding faith.
I wish I could give him the same.
Why can't I let go?
Kanan...she would tell me to move on. But...
I spilled the blood of hundreds--a thousand, even--and still I failed her.
What right have I to cherish anyone again?
But I do. I cherish Gojyo, dearly; and fear that one day I'll fail him as well.
He knows. Everything. And trusts me regardless.
He trusts, for the sake of *us*.
Why can I not do the same?
-----------------
Written: 12/22/04
Title: Bound by the Life You Left Behind
Rated: R. Not Quite Worksafe
Word Count: 100
Characters: Hakkai/Gojyo
I've never felt more useless.
I'm in his bed, pinned under him, willingly. Naked in every way.
And somehow he still feels so distant.
This isn't just about pleasure. It's about need and trust and--god help me--intimacy.
All new to me. But not to him. And that holds him back, while I give him everything on faith.
He's had before. Lost before. Somehow feels that past sins mean he can never have again.
But the blood-stained Cho Gonou doesn't exist anymore.
Only Cho Hakkai, hesitantly reaching for my outstretched hand.
And I'll reach back, 'til he's able to take it.
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Written: 12/20/04
~~~***~~~
(fidgets) I'm hating this time of year, and I don't know why. (siiighs)
Two hearts that shouldn't
Talk to each other become close
In a town much like a prison cell
People speak our names
On the street in hushed tones
Oh the stories they'd tell
If anyone would listen
You come from a town where
People don't bother saying hello
Unless somebody's born or dies
And I come from a place where they
Drag your hopes through the mud
Because their own dreams are all dying
And when we walk down the street
The wind sings our name in rebel songs
The sounds of the night should make us anxious
But it's much too late when the fear is gone
I will meet you in the Next Life, I promise you
Where we can be together, I promise you
I will wait till then in Heaven, I promise you
I promise, I promise
This has a very bittersweet mood, the music mixing strings with the signature Megadeth sound--this is probably the closest they've come to a ballad that I've yet heard. There is another verse, and more repetitions of the chorus. But that's the half of the song that thwapped me upside the head for the drabble. I've dithered over whether or not it was worth writing for a few days; but the damned muses are insistent. Weary of the reincarnation theme? Feel free to skip this. ^_^
Title: Promises
Rated: R, for violence
Word Count: 100
Characters: Unnamed reincs somewhere between TenKen and Gojyo/Hakkai
I know, before I wrench the door open.
I felt it.
Too late--I'm too goddamn late--
Bodies litter the floor. Villagers--those who tossed 'queer', uglier words whenever we'd pass.
He's slumped against the cupboard, life bleeding from his torn stomach, green eyes dull, glassy.
The knife he grips belongs to one of them.
"There...are more--they'll kill you too--"
His dying eyes urge me to run.
I stay kneeling beside him--he knew I would.
Bloody fingers trail across my cheek. "I...will meet you in...the next life," he smiles.
I catch his hand, press it; angry voices swell outside.
"I promise," he sighs.
And I fight my last in vengeful fury.
-----------------
Written: 12/21/04
And, because I just can't seem to help drabbling 85 all over the place this week:
A complementary pair exploring the spectre of Gonou. Titles plucked from 'My Immortal', by Evanescence, which kept playing time after time on the damned radio at work while these were in progress. The mood fit. And there we have it.
Title: Your Presence Still Lingers Here
Rated: R. Not Quite Worksafe
Word Count: 100
Characters: Hakkai/Gojyo
Spoilers: Elements of Hakkai's past
He is exquisite beneath me, alive, impassioned, utterly open; he gives me his soul in a precious offering of understanding faith.
I wish I could give him the same.
Why can't I let go?
Kanan...she would tell me to move on. But...
I spilled the blood of hundreds--a thousand, even--and still I failed her.
What right have I to cherish anyone again?
But I do. I cherish Gojyo, dearly; and fear that one day I'll fail him as well.
He knows. Everything. And trusts me regardless.
He trusts, for the sake of *us*.
Why can I not do the same?
-----------------
Written: 12/22/04
Title: Bound by the Life You Left Behind
Rated: R. Not Quite Worksafe
Word Count: 100
Characters: Hakkai/Gojyo
I've never felt more useless.
I'm in his bed, pinned under him, willingly. Naked in every way.
And somehow he still feels so distant.
This isn't just about pleasure. It's about need and trust and--god help me--intimacy.
All new to me. But not to him. And that holds him back, while I give him everything on faith.
He's had before. Lost before. Somehow feels that past sins mean he can never have again.
But the blood-stained Cho Gonou doesn't exist anymore.
Only Cho Hakkai, hesitantly reaching for my outstretched hand.
And I'll reach back, 'til he's able to take it.
-----------------
Written: 12/20/04
~~~***~~~
(fidgets) I'm hating this time of year, and I don't know why. (siiighs)
