Rediscovered on All Hallows Eve
Nov. 1st, 2009 01:31 amTo the Waters and the Wild
He still hears their voices, sometimes, at night.
He can hear them now, somewhere beyond the broken window, out in the woods and fallow fields beyond this lonely safehouse. Tonight is All Hallows Eve, after all, and they're celebrating.
Come away.
Doyle shivers and turns aside, burying his face in the pillow, and he sleeps. He dreams of the full moon, fairy rings in the twilight, unearthly music that he knows as well as the beat of his own heart. The voices are still there when he wakes after midnight.
Come away, they plead, come home to us.
But it'll do them no good; he won't go to them.
He made his choices, a long time ago, renounced the power and long life that was his birthright. He cannot now believe that he was ever so young, so reckless as he was then. But the choice was his own, and none could gainsay him. When he left, he did not look back.
He learned quickly how to be human; he adapted. Even the smell of iron no longer troubles him.
Oh, he misses his old life sometimes, especially on nights like these, when clouds cover the moon and a high wild wind shakes the leaves from the trees. But though the temptation is strong, he'll never give in to it.
The choice he made has cost him much--but in turn he gained more than he ever could have hoped.
Come away.
The words drift on a ghost of wind, a cold breeze that slips in through the window's missing pane. Beside Doyle, Bodie stirs and shifts closer to him. Doyle slides an arm around his bare hip to hold him, the touch a reminder of why he stays.
Come home, the voices say.
But he's already found his home.
Title: To the Waters and the Wild
Author: Sarah K
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes
Disclaimer: I do not own the lads or the Yeats poem I stole for the title.
Notes: A triple drabble (a Tribble!) for the All Hallow's Eve challenge...because it's still Halloween somewhere.
He still hears their voices, sometimes, at night.
He can hear them now, somewhere beyond the broken window, out in the woods and fallow fields beyond this lonely safehouse. Tonight is All Hallows Eve, after all, and they're celebrating.
Come away.
Doyle shivers and turns aside, burying his face in the pillow, and he sleeps. He dreams of the full moon, fairy rings in the twilight, unearthly music that he knows as well as the beat of his own heart. The voices are still there when he wakes after midnight.
Come away, they plead, come home to us.
But it'll do them no good; he won't go to them.
He made his choices, a long time ago, renounced the power and long life that was his birthright. He cannot now believe that he was ever so young, so reckless as he was then. But the choice was his own, and none could gainsay him. When he left, he did not look back.
He learned quickly how to be human; he adapted. Even the smell of iron no longer troubles him.
Oh, he misses his old life sometimes, especially on nights like these, when clouds cover the moon and a high wild wind shakes the leaves from the trees. But though the temptation is strong, he'll never give in to it.
The choice he made has cost him much--but in turn he gained more than he ever could have hoped.
Come away.
The words drift on a ghost of wind, a cold breeze that slips in through the window's missing pane. Beside Doyle, Bodie stirs and shifts closer to him. Doyle slides an arm around his bare hip to hold him, the touch a reminder of why he stays.
Come home, the voices say.
But he's already found his home.
Title: To the Waters and the Wild
Author: Sarah K
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes
Disclaimer: I do not own the lads or the Yeats poem I stole for the title.
Notes: A triple drabble (a Tribble!) for the All Hallow's Eve challenge...because it's still Halloween somewhere.
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Date: 2009-11-01 06:39 am (UTC)Sorry, I'm still dancing that someone remembered about iron.
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Date: 2009-11-01 06:42 am (UTC)I...thought the iron thing was pretty well-known? It was a plot-point in Tithe, at least. So don't give me too much credit. ;)
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Date: 2009-11-01 06:55 am (UTC)Oh, it is...if you read fairy stories and not predigested pap. (Or even pap based on fairy stories.) I'm excitable about even little things.
And you're going to have to imagine my edit about tone and feel and wild outside versus warm civilization inside because you replied right before I clicked "add" and thus, that beautifully worded addendum is lost to the virtual ether. Pbbbt! ;-)
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Date: 2009-11-01 07:07 am (UTC)Awww, curse my poor timing! Still, the edit I am imagining is lovely--thank you.
Also, I didn't even realize that when I was writing it--so again, don't give me too much credit for it! :D
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Date: 2009-11-01 07:12 am (UTC)Pff, of course I'll give you credit for it. Often the unconscious comparison is the best one made.
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Date: 2009-11-02 04:22 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2009-11-02 07:29 am (UTC)My favourites are Arduinna Finn's two stories - though they diverge from the usual slightly... *g*
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Date: 2009-11-02 04:25 am (UTC)(Also, your icon is so perfect for Halloween. *shiver* The Emperor still creeps me out.)
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Date: 2009-11-02 01:03 pm (UTC)BTW, I had no clue Doyle was an elf. I realised he had power and came from some worldly dimension of fantasy though. You did an excellent job since I'm not big on elf stories and yours was hauntingly gorgeous. I don't read much fantasy so I didn't know iron meant anything. *bad kat*
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Date: 2009-11-01 02:06 pm (UTC)Yes, exactly. *Sighs happily* Nice and eerie and warm all at once! Thank you.
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Date: 2009-11-02 05:46 am (UTC)(And oh, the cuddling in your icon!)
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Date: 2009-11-02 03:56 am (UTC)I wonder if Bodie has an inkling?
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Date: 2009-11-04 05:37 pm (UTC)So sweet and hauntingly beautiful... and oh my, you made me like an elf story. Wow!
Really lovely, thank you.
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