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tigriswolfTitle: The lone and level sands stretch far away
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Shelley’s poem “Ozymandias”
Warnings: future!AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 500
Point of view: third
Sunshine tastes like ashes, and the remembered bite of dawn. It is warm, almost hot chocolate-soothing, but not warm enough, doesn’t chase away the chill of being late.
The world is laid wide before him, at the center of a crossroads. To the north is the lonely future and to the south a past out of reach. West lies a could-have-been, and the only option to walk is east… east, into the sunlight.
It burns, so he closes his eyes, aching step after aching step, always listening for the echo no longer there.
Sunshine is ashes, dry and cold on his tongue. Sunshine is a lie, that promised hope never delivered.
The road stretches on, and the world, people who don’t know, who don’t care. And the sun is shining.
The sun is shining and he walks east, into dawn with its cold, burning bite. Alone. So achingly alone.
There is no echo, no step, no breath. There is only the world. He pauses, looks back at the crossroads. West and north and south… but only east could he walk. East, into the sun.
He tastes it on his tongue. Dead hope, lost dreams, loneliness wider than the world… and nothing to do but walk. He closes his eyes again.
You’ve forever, she said. Part of the deal. So go out and live, boyo. Make him proud.
Forever. Eternity with the world and sunlight and knowing what he’ll never get back. what he let slip through his fingers, nothing but ashes, like sunshine on his tongue.
And he walks. Into the sun, so bright it burns, too beautiful to stand. He walks, eyes closed against his inescapable reality.
Wind churns, reflecting his thoughts, and the grass beneath him begins to wilt.
You’ve forever, she said. Dear boy. So go out and live.
He has forever. Bought with his brother’s blood and his brother’s soul. Eternity and the world and a road to walk with his eyes closed, because he can’t bear the weight of the sun.
The mountains crumble; wind shrieks. Beneath his feet, the ground trembles.
Make him proud, she said, stolen mouth twisted in a cruel smirk. Make him proud.
He realizes his hands are clenched into fists and his palms are bleeding.
There are no other footsteps, no one else’s breath, just wind and earth and water—when did it start raining?—and fire consuming the world around him.
He is alone… just him and the world.
So there should be no world.
Make him proud, she said, eyes laughing.
He knows now that she knew he wouldn’t.
He should go back to the crossroads, pick another path to walk.
West… north… south… any road but east.
South, to the world that was, before. North, where he’ll end if he keeps down this eastern road. And west… west, what could have been, if only…
Make him proud, she purred, his brother’s blood still splattered on her stolen cheek. Make him proud, boyo.
He turns around. Walks west.
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Date: 2007-12-18 03:32 am (UTC)Favorite lines:
It is warm, almost hot chocolate-soothing
I love this analogy.
It burns, so he closes his eyes, aching step after aching step, always listening for the echo no longer there.
This makes me ache.
Sunshine is ashes, dry and cold on his tongue. Sunshine is a lie, that promised hope never delivered.
Good description.
And west… west, what could have been, if only…
Make him proud, she purred, his brother’s blood still splattered on her stolen cheek. Make him proud, boyo.
He turns around. Walks west.
Oh, Sam. He’s going to do something bad, isn’t he?
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Date: 2007-12-18 03:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-18 04:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-18 05:27 am (UTC)That was amazing.
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Date: 2007-12-18 02:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-18 03:26 pm (UTC)South, to the world that was, before. North, where he’ll end if he keeps down this eastern road. And west… west, what could have been, if only…
Make him proud, she purred, his brother’s blood still splattered on her stolen cheek. Make him proud, boyo.
He turns around. Walks west.
yes. oh yes, this made me feel warm and comfy again. sammy knows what he should have done, needs to do. oh boys.
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Date: 2007-12-18 03:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-18 11:34 pm (UTC)Sweet Lord, there are no words.
He turns around. Walks west.
That's...that's all.
I'm...
Sam!
*bows*
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Date: 2007-12-18 11:46 pm (UTC)I like the repetition, too.
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Date: 2007-12-19 04:39 am (UTC)This is just...hurty. And so lonely and powerful.
♥
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Date: 2007-12-19 03:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-11 07:55 am (UTC)WhywhyWHY do you love to torture me so?!
*sobs*
*hugs you*
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Date: 2008-06-11 02:54 pm (UTC)Thank you!