dancing around in the dark again, but i'm happier now than i ever was then. feel my heart as it is ablaze. making room for another in these better days.
ITāS AN ODD FROZEN STATE, her staring at him, caught between one step and another, pulse between one beat and the next. tamora watches him with thinly veiled surprise, not having expected anyone to be out on the street so late. sheās dragging the giant M from mcdonalds behind her. ( could she orb? yes. but whereās the fun in that? )Ā ā soā¦Ā ā she says awkwardly.Ā ā i donāt think iāve seen you around here before.Ā ā of course - because it was only normal to greet a stranger in the middle of a crime.Ā ā new in town?Ā ā @lcstfoolā
HE HAD A DOUBLE TAKE AT THE SIGHT BEFORE HIM. a giant M, the mcdonalds variety. mcdonalds, the first place heād eaten out when heād been given that second chance at life ( sort of ). his first taste of junk food. now mutilated, and M-less.Ā ākind of?ā heād been around the city a long time now, but he hadnāt properly made a homeĀ of it until recently.Ā āso.... what did ronald do to you?ā ronald mcdonald.Ā ādonāt tell me he forgot a chicken nugget.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā because it shouldnāt be important,Ā āĀ thatĀ wasĀ theĀ pureĀ andĀ unadulteratedĀ Ā T R U T HĀ Ā ofĀ theĀ matterĀ becauseĀ yesĀ heĀ wasĀ youngĀ butĀ heādĀ atĀ leastĀ learnedĀ oneĀ thingĀ priorĀ toĀ dashingĀ offĀ intoĀ theĀ sunsetĀ ofĀ theĀ afterlifeĀ toĀ AlphavilleāsĀ foreverĀ young,Ā andĀ thatĀ wasĀ thatĀ lifeĀ reallyĀ couldĀ beĀ snappedĀ awayĀ inĀ anĀ instant;Ā evenĀ now,Ā peopleĀ dieĀ soĀ quicklyĀ andĀ theyĀ seemĀ toĀ forgetĀ thatĀ nothingĀ isĀ TRULYĀ permanentĀ (Ā like him theyāre all markers on a whiteboard waiting to be rubbed offĀ ).Ā ā music is a medicine; some of us need therapy and some of us survive by listening to seven hours of soul healing music just to wake up the next day and do it againĀ ā- or maybe Iām just a psychopath. āĀ heĀ forgetsĀ himselfĀ sometimes,Ā theĀ wayĀ theĀ toneĀ ofĀ hisĀ voiceĀ echosĀ hisĀ southernĀ rootsĀ (Ā makes him think of his mom even if she hardly deserves to be thought of at allĀ ).Ā Ā ā Fleetwood Mac for me, canāt beat their stuff. ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āanything could be important.ā was his simple response.Ā āand any importance is valid.ā you couldnāt control how you felt, and if something impacted large emotions who was lane to tell someone they were WRONG ? ( a bad whitelighter, thats what he would be ).Ā āi could see it.ā music as medicine, if dogs could be why couldnāt the soothing sounds of a guitar strumming in a way that brought you back to simpler times? a light laugh strode from his lips.Ā āmaybe you are. wouldnāt be my first.ā no, that pleasure belonged to a certain blonde demon but that was neither here nor there.Ā āfleetwood mac.ā he repeated fondly.Ā āi canāt say i know them by heart but i know enough of their stuff, the chain is one of my favorites.ā and in all fairness he only knew it through a certain movie soundtrack, but he liked it greatly nonetheless.Ā
It was raining, a flock of umbrellas all around her, but Britt couldnāt help but enjoy the slight break from the heat as the water hit her skin. Sheād left her umbrella at home, though really didnāt care enough to grab it in the first place. She was soaked to the bone, though was enjoying the smell of fresh rain outside to rush to her destination. She didnāt have a class to teach for another hour, and she had half a mind to wander until it was nearly time to just leave herself enough time to change into something dry. Head tilted back slightly, she exhaled a sigh and closed her eyes momentarily, though that proved to be a mistake. Britt found herself slipping on wet asphalt, a slight change in the incline of the sidewalk evidently enough to send her sliding backwards. The contents of her bag came spilling out before her, and Britt heaved a sigh as she slowly sat herself up to collect the strewn items before her.
coming down from heaven has been.... an experience, to say the least. kind of ironic, if lane were honest. he spent his whole life buried down under only to be sprung upward and then FINALLY reach the middle ground that was the world itself. actual people. he quite liked that middle ground. though it took him time to become accustomed to it. even now, there were always small little things that took him by surprise. when heād been brought into the fold,Ā CHOSEN, as theyād call it--- there were rules and standards and kindnesses. questions they allowed him about his former life so he would give his duties their due, though lane had only thought of a single question, only cared singularly for it. did britt survive? and that she did. of course he followed it up with a question of her happiness. to which the answer... varied. there was only so much an angel who LACKEDĀ humanity could tell you about a humanās happiness after all. they hadnāt been able to give him a concrete answer about her happiness, but she was alive and happy. he figured that was enough.Ā
it should have been enough. but he had a computer and enough of an idea of how to use technology that he did the whole GOOGLEĀ thing. his parentās hadnāt allowed access to google during that time, and when he first heard the word lane feared it meant something ELSE. but nowadays he had a broader grasp on the world in which he lived. enough of one to be able to google britt moseley. then he tried britney, because maybe britt was a nickname and heād been too young to know? but no. despite what the angelās said, there was nothing on britt moseley. so he lived in the unknown, and held onto the hope of her out there somewhere.Ā
then there was the rain. and lane kind of loved the rain ?? in all fairness, he loved each time of weather condition that provided any type of feeling to him. after days of living in darkness and knowing nothing but moldy walls, well. even storm clouds couldnāt dim beat out how bad THATĀ had been. he welcomed even the foggiest of days, on the basis they would always be better than the four walls he had known. so yes, he was walking through the rain without a bother of an umbrella. sure his clothes would wet, sure he could have ORBED, but what would be the fun in that ?? he was always telling his chargeās to smell the flowers, that the grass was always greener, he should have mentioned the fresh smell of rain.Ā
eyes set on the womanās fallen itemās getting shrouded in water as the rain poured down in itās blissful song lane offered a helping hand. he lowered to his knees, grasping what he could pile into her bag.Ā āthat should be the last of em--- anything youāre missing?ā he asked, preparing to help her stand on her feet afterward ( make sure she was unharmed too, but if there was the chance of any type of permanent injury he would have already seen so, lane was sure ). there was something FAMILIARĀ about her. maybe she was an actress of some sort? it wasnāt like he had childhood friends. just two dead parents and an older sister out there living her life (Ā and she wasnāt britt, not in this city where the dead never get rest and the living always BECAMEĀ the dead ). so yes, lane opted for an actress heād seen on tv as a child. maybe she had been a child actress herself and that was why she was so familiar but he couldnāt place her?Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā I used to have thisā¦stupid theory, āĀ heĀ findsĀ itĀ amusingĀ becauseĀ heāsĀ notĀ Ā E N T I R E L YĀ Ā sureĀ thatĀ itĀ doesnātĀ stillĀ apply:Ā orĀ atĀ least,Ā thatĀ itĀ doesnātĀ stillĀ holdĀ Ā someĀ truth;Ā heĀ hadĀ enoughĀ beliefĀ inĀ hisĀ ownĀ ideasĀ forĀ thatĀ (Ā granted not in a narcissistic wayā¦he wasnāt up his own assĀ ).Ā ā that you could tell everything about a person, by listening to a playlist they play on repeat; it applies to me. āĀ heāsĀ happyĀ toĀ beĀ honestĀ aboutĀ thatĀ much.Ā Ā thereĀ wasnātĀ aĀ narrativeĀ whereĀ hisĀ musicĀ optionsĀ wereĀ anythingĀ otherĀ thanĀ EMBARRASSINGĀ butĀ heĀ likedĀ theĀ popularĀ happyĀ stuffĀ andĀ Ā maybeĀ heĀ hadĀ hisĀ reasonsĀ forĀ thatĀ (Ā when life is miserable, play a happy song and pretend it isnātĀ ).Ā Ā ā so, top of your listĀ ā- what song is there? ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā what makes you think itās stupid?ā sure, maybe it WAS. there was a lot of stupid things in the world, lane knew. he was positive as such when he learned that bracelets shaped like animals had once been popular. to which he didnāt understand because braceletās by needing means to work needed to be ROUNDĀ but--- nope, he wasnāt having that brain bleed again.Ā ( brain bleed: his own coined term for when the worldās worldnessĀ was too much for him to comprehend and he realized the tv shows had NOTĀ been exaggerating ). but back to his original point --- often people thought their own ideas stupid because the world was a jerk to them and gave them that point of view. other times it was to lower expectations beforehand. other time it WASĀ stupid, but lane tried to dwell on those ones.Ā ā i could see that.ā he found himself agreeing.Ā āmusic is the music of the soul. no, that doesnāt sound right, i am for sure getting that expression wrong.ā he mused, and without missing a beat gave his answer.Ā āhere comes the sun--- the beatles.ā he probably didnāt need to add the artist, it was a bit too popular to guess as something else. it was properly ironicĀ considering everything, but lane kind of liked that about it. ( though he was the only one who understood the irony, angels werenāt interested and his charges nor his human friends knew not of his life story. not something you really shared, right? )Ā here comes the sun, doo-dun-doo-dooĀ the doo-dun-doo-doo was his favorite part.Ā
Although he had sat through a whole š šššš lecture on bioluminescence Adrian was not listening to a single word his professor was saying. He usually sat a few rows close to the front in order to get a good view of the projector so follow along to the lesson, but his eyes were more focused on the piece of paper he was meant to take notes with. There were just a few scribbles and sketches he made absentmindedly. Completely uncharacteristic of the nerdy man that would already have notes prepared ššššš to class and would jot down anything important he didnāt already read up on with the intention of combining both to study from when there was an upcoming test. But not today. His focus was beyond that right now. Just being in class today was a feat in its own that deserves recognition, though of course he wasnāt the type to really want that kind of spotlight. Instead, when his professor dismissed the class Adrian immediately packed up his belongings into his bag and left the lecture hall with the crowd of people trying to escape as well.Ā
He felt a vibration from the depths of his pockets, thinking it was an important message he reached for it to see it was a notification from š ššššššš reminding him what he already knew. Today was Robert Sinclairās birthday and to let him know he was thinking of him. Of course he was. Had he not come with him on a trip around the world he surely would have been alive today and he could have celebrated another year around the sun with him. But instead he is plagued with the haunting thoughts of his last moments of life once more, as if the memory will ever part from him. Preoccupied with the šš¼šššššš thoughts of what he could have done differently to save his lost love he did not see the man that he accidentally bumped into.Ā āOh shit, Iām sorry. I didnāt mean,ā he paused for a second as he looked up at him,Ā āādidnāt mean to do that.ā There was something oddly familiar about the guy in front of him that he couldnāt quite place.
he never knew their names. in all fairness, lane had been very confused at the time of it happening. so much had been going on, he hadnāt gotten a single chance to learn a name in the passing. so fast, so fast---- heād never seen anything like it until it was happening right before his eyes. being too lateĀ was a failure he never hoped to repeat. never again did he want to see a dead body before his eyes, someone he failed as a whiteligher. back then ( as if it wasnāt a short time ago. one year, two, three--- time was a construct and he felt like he hadnāt grown. and technically, heād never grow again. you had to be alive for that much. ). the point being, lane hadnāt known what he was doing. one moment he was there, helping some strangers and then the NEXT, his charge was screaming for him and the boy was dead- but he couldnāt stay--- his charge needed him. and then, once he did come back, they were gone.Ā
the salvatore boarding school for the young and gifted. a prominent place in his life given the fact he had a large number of charges stationed here. young kids of supernatural lifestyles who needed guidance and help.Ā not that lane thought himself an expert, but he TRIED. he would always try.Ā āah, itās okay.ā he assured the other, hands up to ease the situation.Ā ānot a scratch, promise.āĀ
( brandon flynn, 20/23, he/him ) welcome to san francisco, LANE MOSELEY. rumor has it they are a WHITELIGHTER, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine A FIRE RAGING ON, DANCING TO SILENCE AND THE ECHO OF NOISE THAT NO ONE WILL HEAR.
itās pretty long so thereās a tldr at the end for all who donāt have the patience for my babbles
( brandon flynn, 20/23, he/him ) welcome to san francisco, LANE MOSELEY. rumor has it they are a WHITELIGHTER, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine A FIRE RAGING ON, DANCING TO SILENCE AND THE ECHO OF NOISE THAT NO ONE WILL HEAR.
itās pretty long so thereās a tldr at the end for all who donāt have the patience for my babbles
OUR VERY OWN RAPUNZEL
leroy and monica jenkins were interesting people. they started out fairly normal and with two children. lane and barry. lane, was the eldest. their little girl. she went by lainie typically, and was a responsible young woman. then came barry, a rambunctious boy through and through. lainie was off the college, and barry was soon to be behind her. already feeling empty nest syndrome, the two decided to have another child. then came britt.Ā Ā she was so small, but already so kind and full of life. sure there was a hefty age difference between the kids, but they loved each other nonetheless.Ā
by the time lainie was 22 years old, barry was just starting college and britt was only four. that was when it happened. lainie died at the young age of 22. leroy and monica... they werenāt able to deal. theyĀ made a quiet exit out of barryās life, unable to face the idea of losing another child (he wouldnāt listen to them, was too rambunctious for his own good). as for britt, well. they made the decision that she would remain with them. they homeschooled her, refused to let out of the house, none of it. she was theirs, and they would protect her.Ā
a year after lainieās death the two decided to have another child. that was when barry had had enough. he approached his parents and refused to leave until they spoke to him and he saw britt. upon seeing his mother was pregnant, his worry increased tenfold. barry called cps on them intending to take guardianship of the unborn baby along with britt. this... backfired. in their panic, his parents killed the cps worker. they took britt and bolted.
barry was devastated. for the loss of his unborn sibling, his baby sister, and for the loss of his parentās sanity.Ā
leroy and monica made a new home, changing their surname from jenkins to moseley and giving birth to a baby boy. they named him LANE, after their first child. he was born in the basement, and in the basement was where he remained. only with the company of his big sister and his parents.Ā
he grew up none the wiser, unaware of the wrongness of his situation. but britt knew, britt was always begging for release. she wanted to see the outside world, she wanted to be apart of it.
it was on brittās 13th birthday she escaped. she had had enough of the basement. she concocted a plan, unbeknownst to lane. her father was out on the town, getting her birthday cake. and she called for her power, feigning injury. the moment monica came down, britt shoved her. monica went tumbling down the stairs, slamming into the ground. britt tried to convince lane to come along with her, but the 8-year-old was stubborn. he wanted to make sure mommy was okay. refusing to risk her father coming home and keeping them trapped, britt left without him.Ā
leroy did return. imagine his surprise when he saw his 8-year-old in the brightness of day (something lane had never been in before, nor felt). lane led him to his fallen mother. monica, she needed the hospital. she was in a tremendous amount of pain. so leroy made a choice. he smothered her to death. itād be better, he decided, rather than them finding her. after all, they couldnāt remain there. britt would surely come back with people to take lane away. and he couldnāt exactly travel with someone who needed medical care like monica did. that was the best option.Ā
funny thing though, britt never returned. in her haste to get away she never took note of the address or the neighborhood. she just kept running and running. only stopping once she was surrounded by swarms of people. one of which called the police to help this poor lost and terrified little girl. the police, who contacted barry. and barry, who took in his little sister.Ā
that car ride was the first time lane ever felt the sun proper, warm on his skin. he loved the feeling of it. but as much as he craved for more, he didnāt fight his father when the man showed him their new home and took him down to the basement once again. fearful of him turning out like britt, leroy made the choice to keep lane handcuffed and chained down. that way he could ensure the little boy wouldnāt pull a fast one like britt had done.Ā Ā
he uncuffed him whenever he came down, allowing him moments of freedom. but as the years went on that became few and far between. by the time lane was 15, leroy... he fell in love. a local woman. one of which had no idea he was married before, or any idea that he had children at all, let alone a boy locked in his basement. five years passed of their relationship, with leroy doing the bare minimum for lane in such time. only providing him with food and then leaving the boy to his own devices.Ā
and lane? lane regretted the moment he remained with his mother. he regretted not making a fuss while leroy moved him. he missed his comfy bed from their first home, he missed the freedom of notĀ being chained constantly. he missed spending time with his dad, and being able to pick out the food he wanted rather than whatever leroy had leftover. hell, he even missed his mother, despite all she had done. he especially missed britt.
lane was 20 when leroy got engaged to the woman he had met. he knew he could no longer keep lane as he had, and so leroy made a choice. he was going to let lane go. he was 20 years old after all, no longer leroyās problem. no, now he could focus on a new family with his new wife. there was some tragedy to it. leroy was on his way home to let lane go when another car hit his. he died on impact. and lane, well. in the basement, he remained. with no one else knowing he was there, time passed and passed. lane starved. and then, eventually, he died.Ā
now, lane had never done a single wrong thing in his life. he never had the chance to. so naturally, he went to heaven. the problem came in the form of the fact that heaven was GOOD MEMORIES. people lived in them up there. and lane? he had none. and so, he took to bothering the other residents. curious, never rude, but a nuisance nonetheless. it was 3 years months in heaven when an angel, tired of his ruckus, decided lane should become a whitelighter. that way he would be out of their hairs, at least for the time being.Ā
and so, a whitelighter was what he became. spending the last three years in san francisco with a bunch of charges to his name and learning about the world.Ā
tldr; he's rapunzel. except instead of a tower, it was a basement. he died of starvation and went to heaven. but since he had no good memories to be in, he annoyed everyone. so eventually the angel's decided to make him a whitelighter to get him out of their hair and heās been one for three years.Ā
āIt feels like no one believes in me, like no one trusts me. Iām trying ā¦ I donātĀ really feel like I can ā¦ Iāve got all this on me and I donāt ever know how to get out from under.ā
