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FIST HIM!
Hate when people say that… -Danny Rand, New Avengers V2 #21
29 DAYS UNTIL MARVEL’S IRON FIST!
Love Never Dies
Honestly, to say that this turn of events was shocking would be an understatement. If I had been alive, not as an angel but as a human, I was certain that seeing Cai again and seeing him this way, in such despair, so unlike the Cai I remembered and loved, would have broken my heart. Actually, it may have stopped it. This wasn't at all how I imagined our reunion. I imagined that when my duties as a guardian angel were done, I would wait for Cai in Heaven and that he would arrive there and the life we had worked so hard for could be modified in the ethereal plane. That had genuinely been my hope, as life without Cai was tough, even as an angel.
Now, however, those hopes and dreams were dashed. Cai was here, standing before me. Yet, he wasn't MY Cai. Mean as it might sound, it was genuinely heartbreaking to see Cai as he was now. I could feel the despair. I could sense that something wasn't right about the whole situation. Yet, I was a new angel. I had no idea how Heaven worked. All I knew was that Ramiel, who had guided me and helped me discover that I was the Guardian Angel of Hope, was just a boy or so he looked. I also understood that he could not be everywhere. However, what had happened to Cai was beyond me. Something, however, did not sit right in my stomach. The entire situation just seemed wrong and seeing MY Cai this way, seemed wrong. EVERYTHING about the situation was far from ideal and was nowhere near how it was supposed to happen, or how it was supposed to happen in my mind.
I couldn't keep from staring at Cai. I knew his face, I had memorized it. It was in my dreams each night. The memory of my happy, upbeat Cai and of the life we had before I died had gotten me through every day. My apartment was barren, empty, except for the artwork my little neighbor had made that I kept on my fridge. Otherwise, the apartment was whitewashed walls, a couch, a table, some chairs, a tv, and a bedroom with a bed, nightstand and dresser. There were no decorations. There were no pictures. There was nothing to make it home. It was simply a place to live. Ramiel visited sometimes and made a face. He told me it was boring and I should make it my own, but I never could. It wasn't home without Cai. It never could be. It was the place I laid my head when it needed rest. It was the place I refueled when I needed to eat. It wasn't home.
Home to me is where Cai is. It's being able to see his smiling face every single day, even if it's just watching him sleep. Home is waking up beside Cai, holding him a little closer so that I can breathe in his scent. Home is where the heart is and my heart is always with Cai, even now when the Cai before me was far from the Cai I remembered, my heart was there with him trying to decide how we were going to fix this, because to me nothing involving Cai and our love was unfixable and I was now determined to fix this mistake the universe had somehow made.
"Maybe he couldn't stop it? I don't think Raphael or Ramiel would have let this happen if they could stop it, Cai. YOU are supposed to be in HEAVEN, I know it! You are so...or you were so...so kindhearted, brilliant, sweet, happy and bubbly...a soul like THAT doesn't end up in hell unless it's stolen from Heaven's grasp." I truly believed every word I spoke to Cai. I knew that this was some trick, some lie to get him to be a demon. He couldn't REALLY be a demon. He was my Cai and my Cai was too kind, gentle and loving to ever be bound for Hell. He didn't have a evil bone in his body. Something was wrong here and I had to figure it out or die trying. I knew I would be speaking to Ramiel later, there was no and, if or but about it...I needed him to explain to me why someone like Cai would bei n Hell. I needed him to tell me it was a mistake and that there was a way to fix it. I NEEDED my Cai and I had to find a way to make that happen. "It says NOTHING unless you let it say something! What are you saying, Cai? What ARE you saying? We're opposites...NO! NO! We are NOT opposites. There is a mistake! Someone is lying and I can guarantee it isn't ME. It's whoever this MUIR is. He somehow did this and I WILL get him for it, as soon as I figure this out! I will FIX this." My temper was flaring. Not at Cai, but at the situation. I was losing control and I didn't know HOW I was going to fix things, but I HAD to. I couldn't have Cai in front of me only to lose him. Yet, his words, the fact he had called us opposites were actually scaring me. I was afraid he meant to leave, to walk out of my life and honestly, I couldn't have that. Now that I knew where he was, I needed him here and I needed to fix him because seeing him as he was, broke me.
I shook my head at his words, my pacing only quickening. I wasn't in control and I didn't understand this. I couldn't say goodbye, he had to know that. This wasn't him. I could fix it. If losing me was the problem, he could have me again and I could make it right, right? I thought so and I hoped so. I really did because I couldn't handle this. I couldn't handle the lack of control. I couldn't handle my inability to fix things, to bring hope to my own soul mate, my lover, my former fiancee. I couldn't do it. "YOU HAVE ME NOW! YOU HAVE ME NOW!" I yelled not out of anger, but out of emphasis, repeating myself and just trying my hardest to show him that he had me now. That HAD to help. "Cai, please, this ISN'T you! It ISN'T! I know it isn't. You have to believe ME! Why believe that...demon? What does he have that makes you trust him. Trust ME. Something isn't right here!" I was getting desperate and I felt the hot sting of tears. I, myself, was losing hope. I, myself, was despairing for fear of losing Cai all over again, of losing the part of myself that his presence alone could bring back, the part that had been missing since I was made the Guardian Angel of Hope.
Posted by: itsalwayssummerinthesongs
Tag: whisper-run
Word Count: 1168
Playby: Kit Harrington
Love Never Dies
This wasn’t a gift. I might as well have just died and stayed dead. This second chance as Muir called it was not something that I wanted. He didn’t want this if it meant he had to spend his time in Hell. Honestly he wasn’t even in hell but he did live under ground and it was cold. He hated his life right now. He really hated this here. He didn’t have anything he wanted despite being a certified doctor. He was helping people with cancer before this. He was helping people before all of this. Why did he get the short end of the stick here? He was a human doing good and he was stuck with this demon. This demon who tried to come onto me often. I hated this little gift given to me. <p>
Muir…it all came to him didn’t it? To wake up with him above me smiling was not something I had ever wanted. He told me who and what I was now. He told me that I was a demon. He took me into his home as he was supposed to be the one to help me. Oh that little devil told me all sorts of things. Things that didn’t really make sense. I was helping children and doing what I loved when I died. I loved my job please don’t think I never did. I loved the children I worked with. It was just so hard to have to go back to the one place every night that broke my heart time and time again. I was existing but I wasn’t really living when I was home alone. I had no one and the apartment was filled with things that reminded me of him. It was hard and that what when Muir found me. The lowest point of my life. Putting everything in storage.
I had no plans on ever seeing Gareth again. I had all but given up hope to see him. He was dead and dead people didn’t come back. Actually I was told that since he wasn’t a demon he probably wasn’t back. Muir had told me to just let go of him. He would tell me that he could take care of me now that the lover was gone. He knew nothing about Gareth and yet he was saying that Gareth wanted to leave me. I never believed him. Never. I couldn’t let Gareth go. However with him standing here I felt sick. Sick. I felt sick to my stomach because I was completely different than when he left. It was horrible but I was very different. There was no doubt about it.
So I told him what I was. For a moment I regretted saying I was a demon. I had told him the one thing that I didn’t like about myself. I was a demon of despair. There was nothing I could do to change the title that I was bestowed with. There wasn’t. I just didn’t understand why it was happening to me. I just wasn’t a bad person at least I didn’t think so. Telling him that however was like kicking a puppy. It didn’t just hurt him it was agony to me.
“He knew I died. He had to know. To say that. What comes a shock is if he knew then he knew how and where I ended up.” It was just something I didn’t want to think about. I didn’t know what was going on in his head at all. I didn’t know what was going on with the angels either. “Clearly I’m not bound for Heaven if I’m a demon now Gareth. Clearly there was a reason I’m where I am. I died and this is where I am. I’m despair and you are hope. We are opposites now and what does that say? I want to believe you but there is so much going against that. Muir…he is above me in ranking and I have to listen to him.” I wasn’t sure what else to say to that. Muir was basically in ranking my master. I had to listen to him. If I didn’t the punishment was harsh.
There, right there was Gareth. Pacing. That was one of the things I missed seeing him do. Just normally it wasn’t at me or about me. I had been easy when I was alive. I was the level headed one. I had been the one that had calmed him and now I was causing this. To say the least it wasn’t fair. “It became who I am Gareth. I never got a goodbye. I never got the I love you before you left. I never got closure because I had to call your death. I had to stand there and be the one to put a number on someone I loved. And then I had to go home to a place filled with things that reminded me of you. I lost my soul mate and I tried to be happy but it never lasted. I got the job, the money, the place, but I was missing the thing that meant most to me. So when I got hit head on by the car I finally felt at peace that I could be with you again and I had that ripped away from me too. This despair is me Gareth, all of it is me. Because the thing I wanted most wasn’t there.” My voice never raised and shockingly it stayed even. I was upset yes but not at him. I knew he couldn’t control what happened, no one could. I was upset at what had happened. I was upset at the angels and Heaven.
Posted by: whisper-run
Tagged: itsalwayssummerinthesongs
WC: 953
PB: Hugh Dancy
Love Never Dies
Life was different. I had been gifted with a second chance but there were so many times when I wished I hadn't been. I had hope, I was the guardian of it. I had my job. I had an apartment. I had almost everything and anything I could want. Yet, I didn't have the one thing I NEEDED. I didn't have love. At least, not the love I wanted. I had love and admiration from my coworkers, those who were amazed by my talent for surgery and by my wide array of new and innovative ideas. Yet, I did not have the love of my soulmate, my Cai. Death had separated us and Ramiel had not let me see him to even say goodbye. He said it was against the rules of the angels and that his uncles, the high Archangels Gabriel, Michael and Raphael would never allow it. I had wanted to ask them myself, but Ramiel said it was forbidden and that I had to choose whether to be an angel and to help others or to go to Heaven.
Helping people, especially children, was important to me and to risk all my hard work and talent going to waste was something I did not want to do. So, I chose to be an angel. I had hoped that I could somehow sneak up to Boston to see my Cai, to let him know, even if just through a note as I watched him sleep, that I was okay and that I loved him. Yet, when I thought I was able to do it...I was paid a visit by Raphael, who explained to me why it was not a good idea, why it could truly offset a balance between Heaven and Hell. The truth was, Raphael knew what had happened to Cai and that there was nothing I could do, yet. I didn't know this, but Raphael told me I would see Cai again one day. I didn't anticipate it being today and like this. I didn't anticipate what was coming. Honestly, I really hadn't believed him when he said that.
My life was boring. It was a life of going through the motions. I could spread hope. I could help others. Yet, sometimes I wondered what good it was when I had nothing else I needed. Could I move on? I suppose if I had wanted to, I could have but I didn't want to. Cai was my soulmate and I hadn't been able to think of anyone else as I did Cai. He filled my dreams. I was constantly reminded of the life we had been building before my accident. I was reminded of watching him sleep, cooking for him, waking him from naps to tell him I loved him, leaving him letters to wake up to when I wasn't there, bringing home flowers, our engagement. My entire life with Cai flashed before me every night in my dreams and it only left me more lonely and hopeless myself. I was the one to spread hope but more often than not...I could not find my own hope. That was the ironic part, I was the guardian angel of hope but I had no hope for my own future. I had the sun, an apartment, food, my job and everything I could ever dream of...but without love, MY LOVE specifically, I had nothing that gave me hope.
With Cai before me, I wasn't sure what to feel. I wanted to be hopeful once more. I wanted to believe he was here for a reason and that Raphael had been right. Yet, something told me that this situation wasn't quite as I wanted it to be...and THAT freaked me out. I was a control freak. I liked to have control of situations and when things were out of my hands, when I couldn't fix them, I often times lost it for a bit. I ended up pacing, angry and annoyed. It hadn't happened since I was a guardian angel, as I had a lot of control over my current life, and even in my surgeries I had control over how things happened, even if a patient died. I knew they were in good hands and I could hand them off to Ramiel and I knew that I could give their families hope. That was probably more than my own had received. Just the same, Cai was here and while I wanted to have hope...there was a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that I couldn't shake, even before he began speaking. Something just did not seem right.
"No...he didn't. Ramiel, well, he's a boy and he's still learning his job. His uncles guide him and tell him the rules. He told me it was against the rules and Raphael told me that...well...a little while after I died, I was going to see you, even just to watch you sleep and write you a letter so you knew I loved you and I was okay. But he stopped me and told me I couldn't, that it was against the rules and I'd understand eventually. He also told me I'd see you again soon enough...and I guess now I know why, you must have died already...he had to know." I frowned. I didn't believe him. I could not believe for one second that his soul was not bound for Heaven. Something had to have happened. I knew it. "That is a lie, Cai! You were bound for Heaven, I KNOW it. I KNOW it because you were too good not to go to Heaven. SOMETHING had to have happened!"
I could feel my self control slipping as I looked at him. What had happened to my love, to my Cai. As he spoke, the fact that he was the demon of despair, his very emotions...everything seemed just so unlike the bubbly and happy Cai that I knew and I hated it. The fact that I felt at fault as well, for not trying to see him sooner, for listening to the stupid rules Ramiel gave me and for not listening to Raphael and not learning this for myself before now...well it upset me greatly. "Cai, THAT isn't YOU! Something isn't right about this!" I couldn't stop myself from raising my voice slightly. I could no longer stand still. I began pacing, looking down at my feet and counting my steps. That is a method I had always used, a method to calm myself when I felt myself slipping and growing frustrated. A method for dealing with a lack of control, for giving myself control of something.
Posted by: itsalwayssummerinthesongs
Tag: whisper-run
Word Count: 1145
Playby: Kit Harrington
We could have had a life. On that I was positive. We could have had a life together. We had everything together and it was all taken in seconds. It was all just taken from us…from me. My world was standing in front of me again but how many worlds had come between us since then? He was right there again. Not a dream, not some hallucination, but real. I felt his touch when he took her from me to send her back. I knew then he was real but…My world was very different now and I didn’t know how to get back to where I was. With him. Could we even be together? I had so many questions and it all came back to was it even possible now.
I remembered it all when I was alone. I remembered the sound of his voice when I woke him up after getting off my shift to spend moments together before falling asleep. I remembered waking up in his arms to him already being awake yet he didn’t move. I missed all of it. I missed his touch after a long day of work and needed to know that it was worth it. I missed the way he would wake me up from a nap just to tell me he loved me. I missed the little things the most. How he would pace when he got stressed and the world wasn’t in his control anymore. How he would always get frustrated when things didn’t work out how he planned it. I missed being the one to hold his hand when he would pace counting his steps till he was calm. I missed him.
The funny thing here was I was betting he got to stay here. Muir didn’t like being out in the open and would always demand we go back under ground. It was a nice place underground but dark and cold. He would have fires going but it was still dark. The sun didn’t come into the windows like I was used to. That was how it was in the apartment with Gareth. I had to wake up to the sun if I could because it just made my day better somehow. Gareth could have a home and I couldn’t. Muir hardly let me out of his site. He would say it was because he was training me to be a better demon, but I knew it wasn’t true. What’s worse than being a demon? Being a demon and being alone, which he was. Didn’t make things easy, like waking up to the sun.
Wringing my hands together I nodded. I knew she would be okay, she had to be. She was a strong girl. A girl that saw through me though. She didn’t see a demon she saw me. The innocence of a child it would seem saw past everything and reached into the very core of a person. Grace, so innocent and sweet and yet now in a hospital bed awaiting her parents to come. It didn’t seem fair even for something so minor. ”I had hoped it was before it did, but it was never my area of expertise.”
Ramiel? Well I’m positive I don’t like this Ramiel character. Of course I knew nothing about him but if he had been able to come home and tell me he was okay or even goodbye things…well I wouldn’t be in the clutches of a demon. Ramiel single handedly handed me over to Muir it felt like. Just one of those here you can have this one type of deals. I hated him for that, I was angry that he let that happen because he didn’t let Gareth do the one thing he needed to. He could have been an angel but I could have gotten a goodbye. Just a goodbye in a dream or what I would think to be one. My goodbye and a final I love you. Things would be different if I had that.
“I guess Ramiel didn’t tell you I died too then. I know you are an angel Gareth, I knew that the moment I saw you.” I paused for a moment to put my hands back at my sides before looking at him once more. “I also guess he didn’t tell you what I am either and hoped we wouldn’t meet again. I’m a demon Gareth, the exact opposite of what you are. Muir, he said they didn’t want me, and told me what my new job was. You get to be a guardian angel of hope and I got pegged with being the demon of despair. I can feel all the emotions but despair is special and I can either enhance it or plague the room with it.”
Again I hadn’t meant to say it but I did. I was feeling so many things and I just couldn’t keep it in. I couldn’t.
Posted by: whisper-run
Tagged: itsalwayssummerinthesongs
WC: 823
PB: Hugh Dancy
The Island: Part 1 - Shipwrecked
Carrying a full grown man into the hull of the ship was not an easy task. Though lean, David did it with little trouble, shouldering the weight with little more discomfort than if it was a bag of flour. Lin was quick to set up his bedding for the unconscious man. Once laid out, he began the meticulous process of checking for wounds and sickness from being out in the elements. David never completed all of his training as a doctor. He had gone to school, making it through a portion of his internships in time to realize he didn’t have the will power or patience for mankind. He hated how the kindest people would receive the worse news. Worse still, how the vile scum of the Earth would, time and time again, come out with little consequences for their actions. On the island he had found people that he could love, care for, and enjoy.
Initial glance showed nothing to wrong with the man from his ship wreck. Sun blisters had developed, and chapped lips assured of some dehydration. Out cold indicated that the man had managed to survive but was sapped of energy from being adrift at the sea. The only thing giving David any unexpected pause was the robotic arm. He had heard of their use, but now he had no clue how to get it off the man. Examining the arm, he could only determine it was an accident, not birth, which required the contraption.
“Water,” he called over to Lin, where the man sat on his haunches watching. “And biscuits. Nothing more.”
The large man lifted up, moving towards the cabin door with his slow stumbling steps. David watched him for a moment before turning back to his patient. With care, he cut away the sea soaked clothing. The worst of th wonders he dressed with make shift wraps. After dressing the blisters, Lin returned with a bucket of water. Pouring some of it in an empty bottle, he used the rest to wipe away the crusted sea salt on the man’s skin.
Exhausted with his efforts, David settled back against the cabin wall with Lin. He closed his eyes, listening to the deep rattling breathes of his friend. Turning, he watched the humble man, blinking slowly, playing with his stubby thumbs by gripping at the air. Below the breathing, he could catch snippets of conversation. The captain was groaning over the newest passenger in the hall. Further still the panther was growling in the cargo hold.
“I think I could use a drink.” He rubbed at his eyebrows. Lin lifted off the ground, moving to prepare tea.
“No, Lin. A man’s drink.” He waved to the trunk in the far corner. His companion passed him a bottle of whiskey. He stayed there, at the man’s feet, sipping whiskey until the stranger woke up.
“Hello.” The voice was hoarse and unexpected. He handed the half-finished bottle to Lin. Standing, he stretched and moved to his side. He crouched down next to the stranger, resting his arms against his knees. He didn’t speak at first. He licked his lips before peeling into his most welcoming smile.
“Hello. I’m David. We found you a drift at sea.” He grabbed the bottle of water nearby, lowering it to the man’s lips. “Who are you? How did you end up at sea?”
The door barged open, the captain pounding in with heavy steps.
“Is he awake?”
Lin tried to press the large man back out the door.
“What ship was he from? Can he pay for his passage?”
Setting the bottle back down, David moved to assist Lin. Between the two, they pushed the man back.
“He just woke up.”
“So, he is able to speak?”
“No.” David lied, shoving the door with his shoulder. “I will let you know.”
With a grunt the door closed. David turned back to his guest.
“So welcome aboard. And, your name again?”
Posted by: Fireflywords
Tag: whisper-run
Playby: Boyd Holbrook
Word Count: 660
Love Never Dies
I couldn't stop myself from wondering how we got here. Cai was here, someone I wasn't supposed to contact or see again. It was a sacrifice well worth it according to Ramiel, yet I had never thought so. Honestly, I had doubted those words from the beginning and this was just proving my own thoughts correct. I was an angel, yes. I was a guardian angel. However, I struggled to find my own hope without anyone or anything to hang on for. I met new people every day. They came in and out of my life. The only people whom I saw consistently were my coworkers and my neighbor and her son. Yet, even then I was reminded of what I could have had.
What I could have had...a life, a literal life. Being an angel was helpful to others, but certainly not myself. I didn't want to be selfish, yet I did long for what I could have had. I did remember what I had, my large family, and my fiancee. My baby brother was someone whose intelligent conversations I missed most. He was a senior in high school now, but even as a middle schooler he had given me insightful advice and had wonderful ideas about the world. I supposed it came with being so sick, and having an understanding of life most kids never got. Just the same, I missed him and hoped he was doing okay.
I also remembered Cai, every single day. I missed waking up in his arms or with him in mine. I missed watching him sleep. I missed returning to the coffeehouse we met on our anniversary just to buy him his favorite drink and bring it home to him, as a reminder of our beginnings. I missed planning our wedding, as we never even got to finish planning it before I died. I missed knowing that he would be home waiting for me or he'd come home and wake me up to spend some time together before we went back to saving lives. I missed the thought of having a family with him. I missed so much.
Actually, my next door neighbors son, Laim, reminded me of what it would be like to be a father...which wasn't something I was positive I'd ever be able to have now. Could angels be parents? Would I even want to be a parent without Cai? I didn't know. I just knew that the one person I anticipated to never see again, even in death since I was an angel now, was standing before me. He had come out when I called him and was now looking at me and asking about the little girl.
"She will be fine, Cai. She had a case of appendicitis. Easy fix if it's caught before the appendix ruptures...which thanks to you, it was." I told him. I knew that there was a lot more to this conversation than just asking about the little girl. Clearly he cared about her if he was here. Yet, I could feel emotions and I knew there was much more brewing. I expected it as well. To him, I was essentially dead...so of course he would have questions. I didn't know he had died, I didn't know he was a demon. I was a guardian angel and I was not privy to who the demons were. I was just expected to do my job and combat the negative emotions they brought about, without knowing.
"Why am I here? I...I'm an angel, Cai. I was given immortality and told that I was to be the guardian angel of hope. I was allowed to be a surgeon again but I wasn't allowed to contact anyone or return home. Ramiel placed me here." I was being honest, as there wasn't much else I could do right now. Cai was here and he deserved answers. I was told I couldn't return home or contact anyone from my past, but Ramiel had said nothing about what I was or was not allowed to do if they found me. So, I had nothing to go off of.
Part of me hoped that Cai, despite how different I could already tell he was, would stay and that I'd somehow have him back. Yet, I also didn't know if it were possible. I wouldn't know until we spoke more. I wouldn't know until I understood his feelings and emotions. My own were hopeful, just because I really had missed him and to me seeing him again was a pleasant surprise. Yet, part of me was also afraid that this was too good to be true. I wanted this to work and I wanted this to be true, but I just didn't know how Cai felt and normally I would think he'd be happy, but there was something different about him right now and that difference scared me.
Posted by: itsalwayssummerinthesongs
Tag: whisper-run
Word Count: 821
Playby: Kit Harrington
Simple Love Story
Foolishness was drowning along with Beth’s sorrow. She wanted to curl up in a ball and just die. The trip to come to London had taken two summers and a winter break of part time jobs. She had barely made it, when at the last moment her father had lost his job and asked for her money to help the family. When her aunt stepped up, insisting she was young only once and helped, allowing her to mange to make it here. She was on her own, backpacking across Europe for the next month. London had been her second stop after the town of York. This was supposed to be the best part of the trip. She was going to give up all the other places she was going to visit to just be here for the next three weeks. Now her stomach knotted at how lonely and sad her trip was going to be.
She had always been a daydreamer, believing this or that thing was going to happen to her. The internet, fandoms, had fascinated her because they were full of a bunch of dreamers. It just all felt dirty now. It was unfair for one moment to taint everything. This woman before her was beautiful. She was not a creepy 40 something year old man trying to pinch her bottom or something worse. Her reaction was extreme. Balling her fists against her face, Beth resisted the urge to start screaming at the woman. Her dreams were crashing around her and trying to salvage her feelings were a little too hard.
“Important? Yeah kind of.” She spit out the words, one hand pulling just a way before smacking down on her own forehead. Idiot, idiot. She pounded out the rhythm on her forehead, not too hard, but just enough to register a bit of pain. You’re a goddamn idjit Bethany Fay Smith. “I mean you have only been misleading me for the past 7 years of my life. I gave up…”
Relationships. A couple of boys had tried to date her these last two years. Every time she had turned them down no matter how sweet or gorgeous they were. Each of them would ask why. She’d plush and not say anything about Mar. Her internet love she was dying to be with. Over and over, she convinced herself it was unfair to date other guys randomly when she already knew where her heart was.
“I just – God, you..” Her eyes shot up, catching sight of someone who looked so small. The sorrow from rejection was all over Marzia’s body. She listened to the soft gender neutral voice, and her heart skipped a beat.
“No. Sorry.” She pushed off the step as she reached out. She was forgetting this was a human being as well. Who knew what hopes she had? “I just anticipating something else and I never thought to ask otherwise.”
Anger still bubbled under the surface, directed at her own reaction, as she reached out to pull Marzia into a hug. Her arms wrapped hard around the other. She drew her into a crushing hug as her head buried into her brown hair.
“Hi.” She hiccupped in the smallest voice. “I’ve been dying to meet you. My anger just likes to get in the way.”
Posted by: Fireflywords
Tag: ruinofeventide
Word Count: 550
Playby: Rose Leslie
Love Never Dies
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to come in here with a child in my arms and see him. I wasn’t supposed to ever see him again. Muir would whisper the way he did in my ear that Gareth wasn’t ever coming back. I would shrug him off each time ignoring his advances because whatever heart I had left still belonged to him. Not even death could take that from me. Just this wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t who he left. That man had died with him it felt like. Muir tried to eat away at my own misery of losing him to get to me, but the only thing he really created was more despair. My own despair that showered over people because it was that strong.
Maybe this was fate. Maybe watching her play and day dreaming about what my life could have been before I was a demon was fate. I think often on those thoughts. The ones where he came home that night and we had dinner before falling asleep together again. I day dream about having a family with him and what our wedding would have been like. It just seemed natural to think that way. We met in college a very fateful day at the coffee shop. So maybe it was fate finally showing me something good.
Whatever it was I let him take her from me. He could help her. A nurse came and guided me to a waiting room where I could wait to hear about her. She asked me questions I knew the answers to like her name and birthday. Her parents would be called soon enough but there would be no answer. They were both out at the movies and had left her in my care. Why mine? Muir said the quickest way to despair is to find a happy home and sway the children. It had been my intent but she never seemed to care. Her parents trusted me after I told them I was a doctor looking for a job. I became close to her parents and then her. Which was why she was in my care tonight. The one night she fell ill and I knew they wouldn’t pick up.
That hour felt like torture to me. And hour of waiting for someone to tell me she was going to be okay and they got it out in time. I could feel everyone around me and they were all sorts of emotions. There was despair, joy, confusion, regret, and so many others. I could feel them all but the only one I could amplify was the despair. Something I didn’t want to do to these people. I didn’t want to cause despair. I never wanted to cause despair but that was my job. Muir gave me that job and there was no going back as it was what I had as a demon. Despite hating it myself. You know other than that bit being a demon wasn’t so bad.
Then I heard him. Getting up I peeked out of the room and faced the one person I didn’t want to face again. He was alive but he was no demon. He was the one thing Muir wanted gone and went on rants about. Angels. He told me they didn’t want me and just left me. They tossed me aside. The only thing was I didn’t think he was wrong. If they wanted me they would have come for me already right? They wouldn’t just leave me here, would they? They would have shown up to me after a year of begging almost, right? So the truth was I didn’t think Muir was completely wrong on that one.
Stepping out in my dark clothing I shoved my hands in my pockets. The necklace was under my shirt next to my heart. I wore one of his shirts under the shirt I had on and the jacket. Despite common theory demons weren’t hot they were cold. Finally I looked up. “I’m right here.” It was all I could think to say for a moment. “Is she okay? Her family isn’t here and won’t be here till much later. She’s under my watch tonight.” I was ignoring the one thing I wanted to ask. It was simple but we were two very different beings right now. I was a demon standing in front of an angel. “Why are you here?” I hadn’t meant to say it but I did.
Posted by: whisper-run
Tagged: itsalwayssummerinthesongs
WC: 755
PB: Hugh Dancy
Love Never Dies
Cai Foxx. His name rang out in my head as I stared at him. I was supposed to marry him. I never got the chance. I never got a goodbye. I wasn't allowed to see him after Ramiel brought me back to be a guardian angel, the Guardian Angel of Hope. The last time I had seen his face was two days before I died, just before I left for work. I had watched him sleeping, so peaceful. I had kissed his cheek and then his lips. I had gotten him awake for his own shift a few hours later, as I was leaving. I had promised I'd have a warm dinner waiting for him when he got home and that we'd eat together 48 hours later, since he had his first 48 hour shift that day. I had made promises that death had forced me to break and I hated it. I hated how death had torn us apart.
Seeing him now broke my heart. I could tell just by the despair washing off of him that something had happened. This wasn't MY Cai. This wasn't the happy, loving Cai that I had intended to marry. Something was different, very different. I simply didn't know what yet. That was something that had to be decided. However, before that could be determined it seemed I had work to do. In his arms there was a little girl. A little girl who needed me more than Cai right now. A little girl who had to take precedence because she could die without my help. But, also, somehow SHE was responsible for bringing Cai to me and so I would do everything I could to help her, as he asked me to. Those were the first words he had spoken to me since I left our home 379 days ago and I was going to listen to them, I owed it to him.
So, I took the little girl from him and rushed to the ER. I began ordering the nurses and doctors around, getting a nurse to help prepare the little girl for surgery, while I immediately scrubbed my hands and arms, put on a sterile robe, gloves and my surgery cap to cover my hair. I had everything at my finger tips and I immediately began working on her, hoping Cai would still be there when I was finished.
Surgery was second nature to me. I could control it, which I liked. The only time things got out of control were when something went wrong, but even then I could do my best to get back on track. I was very specific in my methods and I knew what I was doing. As soon as I saw her, I knew what was wrong and to me, this was an easy fix. She'd be okay as long as I could open her up and perform the needed surgery as soon as possible. So, I did. It took an hour, but I got in the zone, focused on the surgery and shut everything else out. Honestly, surgery and the constant movement of my hands and the constant clatter of instruments was catharsis for me. It was relaxing and it calmed me, especially after seeing Cai here.
When it was done, I ordered the nurses to get her situated in a room and to find out if her family had arrived yet. That was important. I needed to speak with her parents, to tell them what had happened and explain where things went from here. But, before that...I had to see if Cai was still here.
So, I took off my glovesm mask and the sterile gown, leaving on my scrubs and the teddy bear cap I wore over my hair. Then, I left the OR and headed back to the hallway where I had seen Cai.
"Cai?" I questioned, aloud, afraid to look and see that he was gone. Afraid that he was a figment of my imagination brought on by sheer loneliness. Despite being a guardian angel, it got lonely living only for work and having no one to return home to...especially because I had ALWAYS had someone to return home to. I was one of six children and then in college I met Cai, there was always someone there and now, despite being an angel and being given a second chance at life...I had been returning home to emptiness.
I only hoped that Cai had stayed and that he wasn't a figment of my imagination. If he was real and here...well, clearly we needed to talk.
Posted by: itsalwayssummerinthesongs
Tag: whisper-run
Word Count: 767
Playby: Kit Harrington
The Island: Part 1 - Shipwrecked
“You’re worthless Edward…Just a dreamer!” The words of Edward’s father still clung to him even as he bored the ship. “You’ll amount to nothing because all you do is dream. Creating these things that are useless to everyone but you.” It was possible his father was right but he didn’t think so. He had started his own creations for animals. It had started with his small dog he since birth. The poor thing at age seven had his leg torn off by a larger dog. He started making limbs that way for animals struggling. Wild and domestic alike. He had started this because he loved animals. His father thought it was foolish and he should turn to work with people.
Edward had done just that though. These limbs could be made to be for humans in need. As it turned out he would need one. It was after working as a vet tech for a wild animal sanctuary that he would end up needing his own creation. He started off just fine working with the male tiger. IT was a normal dental check-up and he had worked with this tiger since he was a cub. Edward didn’t feel like he was in danger here as he never did.
That was where the trouble started. He found a tooth that needed to come out. What he didn’t expect to happen was just grazing it with his hand would lead to the animal snapping his mouth shut. After that well it was safe to say he lost most of his forearm and left hand. He had to use his own work to make any use of his stump to continue his work.
It was two years later he was able to create his needed arm. At 25 he now had the means to keep going. That was when he was called out to leave the rotten area he was in. He was going to go help animals away from his father and away from the world that saw nothing good in animals gaining limbs back. They saw nothing for a dog that lived only six years. To him he was working on more to help expand the life span but he had to take steps.
First one was getting on that ship. The start of the trip was easy going. Then the storm hit the small vessel. The large swells were too much for the ship and it was ripped apart in the storm. Edward’s saving grace was most likely his robotic arm latching onto drift wood. Everything came down to this and he could feel all of it worth nothing. He was going to die out at sea and no one would care. He was just the boy with a stupid dream after all. A mad man’s work for trying to help animals more than humans. Maybe this was his price, or so he kept thinking.
He drifted in and out of this world for hours. He felt the men pulling him to the ship but he was far too weak to help them. The storm breaking the ship and dipping him under the water so often drained him. He wasn’t sure how long it was before he was lifted onto the ship. Could have been five minutes or five hours. All he knew was he was now on a ship that seemed solid enough.
Edward picked up the sound of the man who now had him over his shoulder. The words were a bit foggy in his head right now. He drifted into his black world before waking up to being put down. It didn’t last long before he drifted back into the blackness again.
It was a few hours before he woke up fully and tried to move. He tried to sit up but it hurt all over from being tossed around during the storm. “…hello?” he choked out in a dry raspy voice.
Posted by: whisper-run
Tagged: fireflywords
Word Count: 655
PB: Jake Abel
Love Never Dies
Oh I remember it all. I remember being dead on my feet when I was about to get off my first ever 48 hour shift. I hadn’t worked one before and it was insane but there were complications in the oncology department. I was an intern then but they still needed all the hands they could get. I had one more weak till I was going in to my first real day of work. They had hired me just they were waiting for my internship. I remember it though. They had me leaving when it happened. January15, 2013 at 9:07 PM I had my world ripped from me. My world…
I was leaving when I got pulled aside by one of the other doctors. They knew my ER experience and asked me to help with this bad motorcycle case. I thought nothing of it as my motorcyclist was home by now and probably asleep. I was content in that thought. However that was the last good thought I had as I saw him. My Gareth…My Gareth. My Gareth was the one that was hit. I did my best to save him. I had to be pulled off of him trying to bring him back. 9:43 PM my world was gone.
I did my best to keep living after he left me. I took the ring I gave him off of his hand and wear it around my neck. He was my reason to try to keep going despite going home to an empty place each night. Each night I would crawl into bed alone and I found myself in a very dark place. I found myself in a very bad place after it all. I was here but I wasn’t living. I was just existing and that was all it could be called I think. That was when my world changed again six months later.
I was headed home, walking as I normally did; the only bad thing was it was snowing. As I was walking I was hit by a driver who slid on black ice. I was hit and tossed down the road hitting my head. At that time I knew the likelihood of surviving. I just didn’t want to. I personally didn’t want to survive anymore without him. If I died I’d be with him. Despite their best efforts I was dead before the ambulance got there. I know I was as the world had gone black and I felt free. I felt free for the first three minutes.
Then Muir entered my life. He was the demon that started to control me and delivered harsh punishments if you didn’t follow his orders. He knew I lost him and he knew my feelings that had pushed me into the worst place I had been mentally. He told me so many things and all of them at the time made sense. The angels didn’t want me and just tossed me aside, but he was my savior and took me under his wing. I had been so down that I didn’t care what I was to anyone anymore. Muir told me I was to cause despair where I went because that was what I was told. Muir kept me close though.
379 days since I last saw my finacee alive. Philadelphia was where Muir put me because he found the town far too cheery for his liking. Gareth Barclay was not who I thought I’d see walking into the hospital that day. A little girl was in my arms having fallen drastically ill while she played with her friends on the playground. I was despair, but a year of working with Muir it felt wrong deep down it was just I had no reason to fight back. This little girl saw past that but now she was on the brink of dying and I wasn’t a surgeon to fix the simple problem. I had been an oncologist for four months when I died and this was not my zone. The last thing I thought I’d see when I looked up was Gareth Barclay…I had a lot of questions but the only thing that fell from my lips was, “Help her.”
Posted by: whisper-run
Tagged: itsawlayssummerinthesongs
Word Count: 701
PB: Hugh Dancy
Love Never Dies
Dying...no one expects it and no one likes to think about. Yet when it happens you find yourself in an endless spiral, thinking back on all you achieved, all you had yet to achieve and most importantly on all of your loved ones. In death, those loved ones take center stage. Why? Well, you know that you're not getting back to them. You know the last words you said to them will be just that...the last words you said to them. There's no more time to say I love you. There's no more time for second chances. Death doesn't care.
I died on January 15, 2013. I can recall every detail of that day. I had just been named the head attending pediatric surgeon at the hospital I had been interning at. I was finally an attending! That had been such a long-term goal and I had made so many sacrifices to get there. Yet, when all was said and done...I only got to be the head pediatric attending surgeon for seven days...one week.
The day I died...I hadn't seen my fiancee, Cai Foxx, for two days. I had just finished a 48 hour shift filled with surgery after surgery and a overfilled emergency room. I had said my goodbyes. I had scheduled my surgeries for the next day. Then, I had left. I had walked out of the sliding glass doors. I had put on my helmet and climbed onto my motorcycle. I had driven out of the parking garage and into the snowy, icy Massachusetts roads with the hopes of being able to cook a nice dinner and wait for my fiancee to finish his ER shift a few hours later. I intended to take a nap until Cai got home. INTENDED being the key word.
What happened when I left that hospital, when I sped out onto the highway, was far from what I intended. A drunk driver slammed into my motorcycle. I was thrown off the bike and into oncoming traffic. Then, I was run over. I don't remember more than the first impact. I remember flying off my bike, staring at the icy road as I feel. Then, it all went black. There were a few brief moments of consciousness as I realized I was in an ambulance, then nothing. Nothing. Death brought nothing for some time...or maybe it was just me dying and the unconciousness which brought nothing. Either way...the next thing I recalled was the angel who saved me.
An angel woke me up. His name was Ramiel. His job was to guide me to Heaven but he had other plans for me. He had plans that involved immortalizing me and giving me the power to combat despair. Then, he sent me back to Earth as a guardian angel. I was allowed to work once more as a pediatric surgeon, so long as I stayed away from Massachusetts and what was once my home.
I was placed in Philadelphia, at one of the world's best children's hospital. My job was to combat despair, to bring hope to family's who were struggling with disease, injuries and pain.
I had been doing my job for exactly 377 days when he arrived. The one person I never expected to see again. The one person who it broke my heart NOT to see. I found him in the most unlikely place and the feelings that washed over me as I walked into the room he was in, shocked me. Despair. The gift the angel had given me was a type of empathy. I could sense negative emotions, ESPECIALLY despair. My job was to bring hope and despair was it's opposite. So, the last thing I expected when walking into a hallway where I sensed despair was to see him....Cai Foxx...my fiancee.
Posted by: itsalwayssummerinthesongs
Tag: whisper-run
Word Count: 639
Playby: Kit Harrington
Simple Love Story
Another deep sigh escaped Marzia lips as she looked longingly on the steps of the British Museum, wondering if she wished hard enough if the other would suddenly appear. She tried her best to be pleasant with the stranger next to her. She was pretty. Gorgeous really, but she wasn’t who Marzia was looking for. She assumed that the other had just come out of the museum after touring, as she could tell that the other was a foreigner; a tourist. Marzia almost wished that this stranger was who she was looking for, as the person she was looking for was a foreigner as well.
When the other mentioned being left waiting by a boy, she frowned deeply. She was a gorgeous girl, and didn’t doubt from her wanting to help that she was a charming person. Whoever left her waiting was a dick that was sure.
After mentioning her friend’s username, she heard the other sniffle next to her, thinking the girl had become upset about the boy standing her up.
“’Ey, luv. Don’t cry…” That was all she could get out before she heard the next string of words flow from the other’s mouth. She had made it in time! A bright smile had appeared on her lips, but it faltered soon after, her heart once again dropping when the other immediately walked away to sit down on the stairs.
Marzia watched with a look of sorrow as the other girl buried her face in her hands, and paused for a moment before she walked over to stand next to where she sat, leaning against a tree that was close to where she was sitting. She clasped her hands behind her back, her hair falling to shield her face. The next few words caused a lump to form in her throat. The one thing she feared seemed to be coming true. Marzia could feel the anger and frustration in the others words at Marzia being, well Marzia.
The excitement had faded, and so had her happiness at meeting walkersdoll. She had thought she was a boy. After all those skype chats, and she was assumed to be a guy. It was at this point that Marzia wished she was a boy. Maybe then the other would be more happy to see her.
“I didn’t think it was important.” Marzia responded in a small voice, her face still hidden by her hair. She didn’t want the other to see her face. The discouragement she felt at the rejected she assumed was happening at the moment. “I’m sorry. I just… I just assumed…”
The lump in her throat grew, and her heart was heavy with sorrow.
“I’m sorry.” Was all she could say.
Posted by: Mimi Tag: fireflywords Words: 453
Simple Love Story
This person next to her was a complete stranger. She looked over and admired the beautiful brown locks of hair. The soft British accent that Beth had always dreamed of having one day. Rushingthrulife was supposed to have that same accent. The long nights talking on skype, listening to the roguish tones in his voice. The roundness to his laughter in the accent. It was when she had first heard his voice that she had decided he was male. That voice, it had to be. She didn’t consider that skype may have messed with how deep the voice was, or that through the accent it was hard to tell gender sometimes. Hell, looking at this woman next to her, she could clearly tell her voice belonged to a woman. If she would just hear that warm ‘ello behind her right now. She was positive she would melt on the spot. Closing her eyes, she scowled. They never even admitted they were in love with each other. They had always discussed what love might be like. Joking I love yous, and you are my soul mate could have been taken in any context.
“No, I totally get it.” She assured the woman, smiling. “I mean, I’m kind of in the same boat. I’ve been waiting all morning for him and he never showed.”
When the woman assured she could not help, she gave a soft shrug. She thought about how many strangers she had approached to day going ‘hi, it’s me, Walkersdoll.’ Many of them had kept walking. One man had informed her that this was not the best place to try and pick up people. That one had sent her sitting on the wall for hours. So, she prepared to walk away, about to politely say see ya when the woman added she was looking for her friend ‘walkersdoll’.
The ground rushed up at Beth. Her hand balling into a fist as she turned to look at the woman. Her eyes sparked anger, than dulled. Her head dropped as she looked down at her shoes. I’m the biggest fool. God! Walking away right now was an option. She didn’t have to admit how big of a fool she was, and this person would never know who she was. She could just never speak to her again online. Disappearing was completely an option. But, her heart ached at never talking to her friend again. She didn’t know if she could go back to that keyboard and never say so much as a hello. She could never explain why she didn’t show up. Stifling a simpering sniffle, she looked back up at her. God, it was a her all along. She had spent the last hour bargaining that female would be ok. She had never tried being with a girl. She loved this person.
“That’s…” She faltered, digging her nails into her palm. Just say it. It will be ok. “Me.”
Not waiting for a response, she marched straight to the stairs and sat down. Her legs no longer willing to hold her up. She buried her face in her hands. She begged the good lord to not let her cry right now. Seven years falling for someone she clearly did not know. Picturing kids that could never exist. Strong arms that were never going to be real. All those juicy stories that had to mean nothing at this point. Her eyes watered in her palms.
“Why didn’t you, you know, mention you are well you.” She stammered out the words bitten with anger. Moving her hands away, she shook her head festering with frustration.
Posted by: Fireflywords
Tag: ruinofeventide
Word Count: 603
Playby: Rose Leslie
Simple Love Story
Marzia was heartbroken, and it showed on her face as she continued to look out onto the almost empty area before her past the gate. She felt desolate and felt like all she had tried to do was now a waste to meet the one person she had come to see as a friend and more; the only person that mattered to her in the past seven year and the one person had been a comforting shoulder and a solid ear. Her single chance to meet them was gone.
She was so upset that Marzia almost didn’t hear the other girl speak to her. Gathering up what she could of a smile, she looked at them and just shrugged.
“Yeah. My friend.” She responded softly, “ I mean, this may sound strange, but I don’t know what they look like…” Marzia admitted, assuming the other was going to judge her for not knowing what her own friend looked like, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care if the other thought her crazy and walked off at this very moment, because Marzia honestly believed she had lost an opportunity to a wonderful weekend. Another question she couldn’t answer reached her ears. Irony now tinted her smile, drying it from the sadness that one graced it. “I don’t know their name either.” Marzia answered with a deep sigh.
“Honestly, I doubt you can be much help, but thanks for trying.” Marzia stated with a small huff. It was evident she was upset, and she didn’t know how to hide it. Hearing the other express that she was supposed to meet a friend as well and that she was only in town for a little while, made Marzia frown. “That sucks. I’m sorry you went through that. I’m late, so my friend probably left already… All I know about my friend is that she goes by ‘walkersdoll’ so I don’t even know how to find them otherwise.”
Posted by: Mimi Tag: fireflywords Word Count: 324
Simple Love Story
Jerking back, Beth stared over at the woman she had just collide with. With a nervous grunt, she helped to steady them both before stepping as far back as she could. For a moment, she didn’t process the words she was hearing. Her heart was too busy breaking and crashing in her chest. She had been envisioning the rest of her life starting today. Rushingthrulife had always been so secretive about who they were. Grant it, she could not judge. Beth hadn’t shared what she looked like. Her parents had raised her to be cautious on the internet. It didn’t stop her personality from showing through, or from her falling in love with her dearest online friend. They never had addressed what each other looked like. Words of how amazing each other was cooed through as their fingers raced to write all kinds of stories and gush over their favorite things.
He had been helping her since she was a teenager. All of those awkward moments had spilled out to an understanding soul. She knew he was only a year older than her, and always had the best advice. No matter what horrible things had happened back in America, he had been there. Today was supposed to be the best day of her life. Now it just felt like a hollow broken day that made her realize so much about herself. She was a gullible fool who anyone could take advantage of.
Beth had assumed her friend was male. She was falling for them so hard, and only believed she could love a guy. Now, she would have rather met with a girl and be broken hearted than never know. The slight fool was better than planning her whole trip around a moment that was never going to happen. Shouldering the bag a little harder, she prepared to step around the woman, when her feet faltered.
“Your friend?” She looked back. “No one’s really been hanging out here this morning other than me. What do they look like?”
She had been raised to be helpful. She turned back towards the museum. Looking up at the two story building, she let out a low sigh. At least one person should be able to locate their friend. Fussing with her long auburn hair, she headed towards the museum. “What’s their name?”
“I was supposed to meet a friend to.” Her eyes scanned the few people. Most of the faces had just shown up, no one really stood out in her memory. She began to ramble, unsure of what to say to this complete stranger. Her accent twanged with a New England accent. “But, they never showed up, which absolutely sucks cause I am only in town for a little while.”
Posted by: Fireflywords
Tag: ruinofeventide
Word Count: 458
Playby: Rose Leslie