The Winter King was an odd, odd man. But to his subjects and everyone else in the Land of Ooo, he was very eccentric. Positive. He liked to obscure things with a cover of goodness. He made everything better. He made everyone better. But, how true was that, really? He knew it wasn’t, and he couldn’t pretend it was. He knew who he was, he knew what he'd
done within the course of his life, and he’d come to terms with that. He was trying to, at least.
Winter sat on the floor of the ice cold room and watched his ice Marceline strum on her bass guitar, smiling as she did so. He liked watching her try and come up with songs and melodies. He just enjoyed watching her in general. It made him think back to simpler times, when he first found her during the war. He was so different back then. What made him think he was responsible enough to look after a child? Especially in his growing state of madness? And when she got sick? It turned out to be so much worse than he initially thought it was. After that… Drastic loss and failure, looking at her now made him a bit sad. But at the same time, having her here, in a bit of an unethical way, it relieved him of that sadness, at least for a while.
He did wonder though; what would she be like now if he hadn’t failed her? Would she be happy? Would she even like playing music? Would he even still know her? Would he have remembered her… At all?
Eventually, the little girl stopped playing and she looked at him, her beady but frosty eyes looking at him with innocent curiosity,
“What did you think, Simon? I’m getting better, right?” Marceline was excited when she asked for his opinion on her growing skills. She was always excited when she was around him. It was something that put him at ease. She put him at ease. How could she not? She was one of the last bonds he really ever had. One of them anyway.
Winter just laughed and happily clapped his hands,
“It was beautiful, Marcy! You really are getting better..”
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Sitting at his piano, he slowly pressed down on one of the keys, repeatedly. He wasn’t looking to play anything, not today. He was just looking to clear his head. Winter wasn’t one to dwell on the past, he preferred to look at the present, and what was to come. But he had his days where his thoughts consisted of nothing but memories from the past. They were always so clear, too. They weren’t vague or foggy, he remembered them all like they happened yesterday. It was something he looked at as more of a con than a pro.
He thought about himself a lot. Not in his usual egocentric way, but more about the way he was. How he used to be, how he is now. When he was still just ‘Simon Petrikov’, he was never a shy man, not at all. He was always a bit of an extrovert, not nearly as self absorbed as he is now, but his social skills were always lacking. He always enjoyed reading, and studying rare artifacts and philosophical ideals, all things he never got around to doing anymore now. He never really had time. It made him think too much about the past.
And what was he like now? An egocentric, morally corrupt ice wizard. He kissed away any opportunity at friendship, or anyone who seemed to want to get a bit too close to him. He did this as a personal choice, fearing the result of them disliking him when they actually get to know him, and fearing what he’d do when that happened. Saying he was afraid of what he himself was capable of was an understatement. He was horrified.
Maybe he was just a coward. Maybe he always had been, as much as he tried to hide it. It made him wonder how someone like Betty ever took an interest in him.
Betty?
He hadn’t actually thought about her in a long, long time. Was it a conscious effort? He wasn’t sure.
Winter remembered her perfectly. She was brilliant, very goal-oriented. She was somewhat like him, just a bit less cautious about things. She was… Eccentric. He remembered looking at her and always thinking about how much he wanted to be like her. Maybe that’s why he acted the way he did now. The two shared similar qualities, but she was always much nicer than he could ever be.
He had always been fairly apathetic when it came to most people and things around him, but not with Betty. He always had such a deep care for her, and it was a mutual feeling between the two of them. The two had never dated. It wasn’t something either of them were interested in at the time, and neither of them was what the other was looking for at the time, gender wise anyway. But nevertheless, they had a very strong bond, they were drawn to each other. Maybe their friendship bordered on obsession, that was something he could realize now. At the time though, it wasn’t the conclusion either of them came to.
Maybe they just didn’t know that friendships weren’t supposed to harbor that level of obsession. Maybe they were both just two lonely people with so-so social skills trying to navigate their interpersonal relationships on their own. They were happy with what they had at the time. In those moments. She was really the only person who was ever able to become that close with him. She was the only person he’d ever cared about on such a deep level. He missed the feelings he had with her. The feelings of excitement, and the joy he got from being around another person. The late night conversations they had that would lead to nowhere, but they didn’t care, they were just having fun. It was feelings he longed for. Feelings he ached for. Feelings he despised.
Then she died.
He didn’t remember how.
He didn’t remember when.
Whether it was something he could have prevented or not, was something he’d never really know. Perhaps his brain just repressed that part of all of this. He was fine with that, but at the same time, he was itching to know. The only thing he knew was that she was dead.
Winter was… Lucid. He was there, he knew that for sure. It wasn’t something most could say about a lot of Simons. But, while he was no longer fully affected by the crown’s madness, it still left some lingering insanity within him. Most days his memories of the past were fogged and out of place, others they were as clear as day, it felt like he was reliving those moments. It was weird. He found that on some days he felt like him, he felt like Simon, and as odd as it felt, he enjoyed it. But other days, he felt like he was still under the full effects of the crown. When he stood up to do something, and suddenly felt like he blacked out for a second, and found himself doing something else instead. When his mind was storming with nothing but anger, despair, and fear. Never knowing what was going on around him.
It was a repulsive experience.
Now, all he could do was sit. Sit in his wonderland of ice, snow, and his own delusions. No longer having his best friend who was long gone and dismissing any thought or mention of her. No longer having the adorable, helpless little girl he failed to raise. He just had himself and his thoughts in the walls he built up around himself.
A/n: i could not stop myself from writing this. This is my first time writing fanfiction after reading them for years. I hope you guys enjoy it. fort the most part i wrote this to let my creativity out and to heal my post Avatar TWOW depression. Sorta warning i wrote half of this while under the influence and later on fixed the mistakes and some sentencing. Also note that English is not my first language so my vocabulary is not impressive. Please enjoy this first draft/pilot. Any feedback and comments are appreciated.
Genre: Thriller/Isekai/Fantasy/Sci-fi
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Word count: 3,301
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I know myself, i’m obsessive. I have hyperfixations. Hobbies and will do anything to make days go by faster. I am one of those people who are sometimes not aware of what is happening. My emotions not in tune with my body. My feelings are cut off from my responses, i am…..
i was never able to cry when i wanted to or when i needed it. Instead of feeling numb i went to feeling everything all at once. That is the only way i can describe it in short.
But if i am being true. This feeling i have is indescrible.
And all of this came from nothing but a single unrealistic wish i had while trying to fall asleep.
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Third pov
The year is 2023, slowly it’s getting colder at night but warmer at day. The freezing cold prickling at your skin and the wind sharp in your face. During the day it’s still cold but the sun comes out alot more. The enjoyable heat of the sun coming through the windows a start of a new day.
A girl no older then 17 is currently in her room weaving and braiding a band from string in a multitude of vibrant colours. Colors who are getting harder and harder to find in nature. As she is braiding we hear the background noise of music softly spilling into the room. The girl in question keeps her head down as she braids the strands delicately tot the beat of the music. The laptop it is playing from sitting far beside her on the desk facing the wall. Everytime she looks up she studies the massive collection of posters up on her wall. Posters of music she loves. Movies, series, artworks made by hand. The one in the middle had just been added to her wall. A poster of the movie Avatar the Way of Water. It’s blue color looking back at her. It has been a month ever since watching the new instalment and (y/n) felt nostalgic evertime she looks at it. the feeling of wanting to leave this place getting larger and larger she looks at that wall. she often imagine stepping up to it and would hope the wall could just swallow her up as if a portal had transformed it.
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(y/n) pov
It was a normal night of settling down for the night. Doing something else besides studying or working. Some time for myself to work on hobbies or anything that has gotten my interest lately. I often times like to stare at the wall in front of me. My huge collection feeling overwhelming and soothing at the same time. I tend to think about how many stories have actually been made in such a way as we make them now, we are al storytellers as humans i presume. The amount of fantasy needed for it is already impressive to begin with. I often get lost in the music of soundtracks playing in the background while i work. I always like fantasy, action, sci-fi and thriller. But my childhood favorite has always been Avatar (2009). It was the first sci-fi action movie i watched. But i found it a fantasy as well. The whole world so thought out a full book can be written about the Culture of the Na’vi and the beautiful Flora and Fauna of planet Pandora. If i’ll ever be able to make a wish it would bet to get transported there. Living the life of a free Na’vi. Exploring the forest of pandora, instead of living month after month in a little gray box. It feels so wrong to think we live like this, most of us. Not knowing what to do with our lives as so much is expected from us. The pressure building up and your body feeling more tired then ever. That feeling has been crawling in the back of my throat the older i got. The more responsibilities that i didn’t want the larger the hollow and empty feeling in my chest. Work, eat, go to sleep, repeat the day. I am not the only one feeling like this. People around me have expressed the same feeling. And still i wonder how they manage to push trough as well as they do. It almost fills me with curiosity and jealousy.
Braiding away at the new necklace that i am making i start having this uneasy feeling. I try to ignore the feeling and try to concentrate on my work. Focusing on the beat of the background music coming from my laptop. But the more time past and the sun went under the bigger my paranoia became. The more i try to ignore everything around me the more blurry my vision got from starting at my hands. At some point i was ripped away from my dazed state only to get goosebumps all over the back of my neck and my arms. The laptop my music came from had stopped playing the music and instead an awfull buzzing sound came from it. like the electronics started to malfunction. panic seeps trough my skin as i start the hear the music again, but there was something wrong about it. it was slower and was playing backwards. Trying as fast as i could i turn off the laptop and sit back down. Trying to calm my breathing, slowing my heartbeat.
As my mind began to clear i was able to stand up again. ‘’its probably just something wrong with the laptop, its 10 years old anyways’’ ‘’nothing is going to hurt you, you are not in danger’’ ‘’you are savely in your house with all windows locked’’
With those thoughts all i was able to cal myself down, checking the time i noticed it was already 00:47 at night. Better to go sleep instead of staying awake much longer. I changed into my pyjamas, brushed my teeth and my hair and layed down in my bed. When i get scared or i feel like there is something wrong i always hide away in bed. Maybe even hide under the covers if i want to. It was a habit of my childhood that stuck with me even to now.
As i was laying in my bed trying to sleep i tried tot hink of the many possibilities of getting out of here. Wheter escaping from this house and moving to a place i felt happier or escaping this world completely, everything is possible in your dreams anyway so why not indulge in a fantasy for a few hours until you go back to your endless working cycle. The house was unusually quiet. My parents where both visiting my aunt abroad and my sibling has their own place 20 min away from here. The usual sounds of snoring from my father in the other room and the buzzing sounds of the washing machine weren’t here. It was deadquiet.
As i’m laying down trying to get comfortable i force my eyes to close, instead of staring at the ceiling. I try to make my mind go black and slow down my rapid thoughts. However one thought came to me that i was unable to get rid of no matter how hard i tried. The most unrealistic wish i ever made. Because it wasn’t real. But to be able to dream about it, to dream about Pandora is a privelege.
Before i know it i feel myself being pulled away by this reality and into the next. I let the serenitiy take over my mind and body and accept everything coming my way. the aches of my body dissapear, the stress in my shoulders lift up out of my body. This feeling, the feeling of flying, a dream i tend to have a great many of times washes over me like a wave of water. my mind at peace when i slip into unconciousnes.
I see a tunnel light up completely by white glowing vines. I am being pulled by my entire body through this tunnel at such a high speed i wanted to close my eyes from being blinded.
And then everything went black. It stayed like that for it felt like hours. Just staring at the blackness as peacefull bliss fills my body. Slowy i start to feel sensations again. I can feel my bare skin touching what felt like grass or moss. The cold breeze flowing over my skin, i can feel how humid and warm the air is. I try to hang on to what i feel. my ears start to pick up sounds one by one. The wind. The moving of plants all around me. The sounds of bugs, birds and other animals i can’t recognise filling my mind. Wanting to see my suroundings i try to move my body. Trying to twitch any muscle i can think of. My fingers, my toes, my face and my eyes. It felt like i was laying there for over 20 min before the sensation in my legs came back to me. My body waking up from my toes, up to my calves, to my stomach, my arms and upper body. When my back and neck where able to move. I take in the deepest breath i could, pulling in my stomach before letting go again.
The air was so fresh i enjoyed every second of it. being completely awake now i open my eyes too fast and got blinded by the sun. Wait…..the sun. I tried to pry my eyes open again blinking a few times to sharped my vision. The first thing i saw where the enormus trees towering over me. Looking down from it i was overwhelmed by beauty all around me. The grass and moss on the ground was greener then i’ve ver seen in real life, the ferns and flowers all looked to be tropical species i had never seen before.
It took a bit before my mind caught up to me. ‘’i must still be asleep.’’ I kept repeating that to myself as much as possible ‘’you’re asleep, you’re alseep, you’re asleep. No one can hurt you in your own dream’’ but as much as i was trying to convince myself it didn’t feel like i was telling myself the truth. This, wherever i was looks and feels way to real for it to be a dream.
Last option. Pinch or hurt myself into waking up. I pinch myself on my arm, doesn’t work, i scratch myself on my wrist, i’m not waking up. But now i look at my hands in shock and wonder. Five fingers on each hand. My skin is a beautiful Azure blue colour with darker stripes in patterns along my body. Softly glowing freckles on my hands up onto my arms and down my stomach and legs. I put my hands up to feel my face, it felt the same as it did before i went to sleep, but my ears are higher onto my head. I am able to twich and move them, picking up even the slightest of sounds with them. I pull my hands behind me and feel the back of my head. A long braid from the center of my head goes all the way down over my back towards the ground. As i looks behind me my new tail is swishing back and forth on the ground. And i come to the realisation that this can’t be a dream. This is way too real. Wheter it is a dream or not i am unable to wake up.
My wish, my unrealistic ‘’i want to go to sleep’’ wish came true.
‘’i’m on Pandora’’
‘’WAIT….what the…’’ i shoudered in a shaky breath by what was coming over me, my mind was having a hard time believing what i was saying out loud. This is impossible.
‘’i’m on Pandora, and i’m na’vi’’
With my new eyes i scanned and observed my sourroundings. I was amazed at how much i see. Every tree, strongly rooted into the ground. So many type of plants, flowers and moss around me. Never had i seen a forest like this one. Not even in the pictures of the earth i saw online. Or the footage i saw in documentaries.
I try to move my legs and sit up properly to stand up. As i try to stand up with difficulty i have to grab onto the tree nearest to me. I stand there a bit letting the dissiness fade away and test my legs. Slowly walking a circle to see where i am or rather where to go. I try to think about the possibilities that i have. I have no idea in what year i got into here on Pandora but that would be difficult to find out without anything that doesn’t involve technology or the humans. Do the Na’vi even count the years ? or the months ?. i don’t think so. I’m not even sure how that would go.
The best options i have on foot is see if i can recognise anything, a scene from the movies, or a sign of life. Hoping i won’t run into any dangerous animals i choose a direction and started walking. Feeling every leave and fern i touch. The green moss feeling soft to walk on. The more and more i walked the more types of bugs and small animals i encounter. I can hear prolemuris swinging above me from tree to tree. Sometimes seeing Arachnoids crawling upon the trees. My mind started to wonder, if i truly am here, where are the others currently ?, are they already gone, or do they still reside in Hometree. Is Jake already on Pandora as well ? or has he been here for years already. All of these questions can decide my fate. I don’t know where i’m walking to, but the most likely thing to happen is getting killed by an animal or being found by a clan and being killed for being a Dreamwalker. That name really does fit me in this case. I’m essentially walking in a dream.
The it wasn’t that much light left anymore in the forest. Soon the sun will dissapear during eclipse. But i am too distracted by the world around me. Around me i find more and more shimmyflies soflty fluttering from one plant to the next. I was hypnotized by it’s eight iridescent wings and delicate build. Trying to touch one was difficult. They looked almost too fragile to even touch anything they come in contact with. Like the thinnest ice melting away after a single touch.
I mindlesly follow the insect like creatures flying all in the same direction. Some of them flying up into the trees. Other left behind to go someplace else. It wasn’t long till i realised the sun had completely dissapeared. I was in a rather dark spot still following the shimmyfly. I looked at my feet with each step. The ground of moss on the floor reacting to my steps with it’s bioluminecent light. creating a path of my footsteps that fades away withing seconds. I start feeling like the sounds around me go in sync. Each small droplet of water, each insect, each call and chirp from the animals mixed together. Like music to my ears. i’m getting more and more lost from where i’m going, but it didn’t matter. I was so calm and at peace here. I could feel my skin tinteling as if pain doesn’t exist. The more i listened the more it almost felt like i was hearing actual music was playing around me. It felt like i wasn’t alone. As if there was a comforting presence of something or someone all around me. It made the drifting feel slower then it actually was. But it still then felt like i was watching the biolouminescence of the forest for hours. Sometimes just trying to spot more small insects. Other times touching plants to see their reaction in colour.
But unbeknowns to me, it actually was hours that i was walking. My body starting to feel faint from being so tired. I tried to still figure out a new direction to follow, i can’t remember which direction i came from. Taking another few steps i start hearing the dripping sound of water.
‘’That must be a river’’ i was getting thirsty from the warm humid air. Putting a faster pace on my walking i follow the sounds of the river water the best i could.
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Third pov
Walking through the forest you want to make your presence almost invisible. the forest of pandora holds many dangers. You need to be alert, silent, and quick. That is what a hunter was doing at that very moment. Hiding in the trees looking for any smell, sound, or track from an animal to hunt.
Being in there for more then an hour the hunter went back and forth looking for any clue of animals passing through the area. What he didn’t expect however where the presence of a great amount of shimmyflies around. Shimmyflies where difficult to find this deep in the forest. It wasn’t till long that he realised there was something wrong, something or someone was there that was unfamiliar. A scent he did not recognise as any animal he knew of.
Going further into the new direction he chose. Not wanting to be spotted he climbed into the trees so he could see from above. Watching carefully at any change or sign of life. A little further away he stopped abruptly. Right down on the ground further away he saw a person walking slowly the opposite direction, right towards the river. The person now identified as a young girl was dressed in peculiar clothing, clothing not completely the same as the Sky People. But still a red flag to look out for. The girl was dressed in just a thin dress. Carrying no weapons as far as the eyes could see.
This could mean only one thing, a sky demon invading into their land. No matter how outnumbered the demon was it was still a cause of concern in the mind of the na’vi hunter. As quiet as he could go he ran to his ikran in a hurry, making Tsaheylu and flying back to the village. He knew where the sky demon was headed and he wasn’t far from the village, if he was fast enough he could warn the other warriors and the Olo'eyktan about this and they would be back before she drifted to far from this part of the forest.
after the war with the Sky people years ago, they sended them all back to their own planet, the dying planet they destroyed for their own greed.
Only a few where chosen to stay, scientists loyal to the protection of pandora and it’s natives. Loyal to the omaticaya. But out of those humans none of the avatar drivers have been young females, only adults known by the clan and recognisable to them. Even then they never venture this far from Hells gate and not on their own.
These thoughts worried the warrior fearing the worst. Flying at a faster pace trying to reach his destination. Looking down the area one last time remembering the way back, it was a completely dark spot. The bioluminescence gone from the area where he just ventured. Completely dark against the night sky protecting a certain Na’vi girl from the aerial hunters.
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Meanwhile the girl was still drifting, unaware that she was being watched. Shock settling into her body as she was still accepting and processing what happend to her. All that matters now is staying alive long enough to find the only people she might know, the Omaticaya.
“You idiot, don’t say hi, he’ll say something back.”
Tim’s brain was still busy processing what was going on, so all he managed was a confused, “Huh.”
Damian was pushing at his friend, but he seemed to have forgotten that his friend was part Kryptonian, and therefore difficult to move by force. Jon didn’t even seem to notice his best friend’s efforts to drag him out of Tim’s room as he talked a mile a minute.
“You have a nice place! Damian said we could visit because he didn’t think you were here, but I mean you are here, so he must’ve been wrong about that trip you took--”
“I did not make a mistake!”
“--he totally did, but that’s okay, because I make mistakes all the time! And I mean, either way, you’re his brother, so why do we have to sneak around to visit you... Actually that’s a good question.” Jon looked away from Tim to address Damian, and asked, “Damian, why did we have to sneak around to visit Tim?”
Damian seemed to have given up the fruitless efforts of forcefully removing himself and his best friend from the situation as he stood off to the side with crossed arms and tutted.
“He hates me,” was Damian’s simple answer.
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“Wait, what?” Tim frowned, brows furrowing as he looked at Damian. “I don’t hate you.”
Jon sounded relieved as he sighed a mild breeze that ruffled Tim’s hair. “Oh thank gosh, that would’ve been so awkward if you did. Because Damian’s my best friend, but you’re his brother, but if you’d hated him you’d be a pretty crappy brother and I wouldn’t have liked that or you. But my brother likes you so I want to like you, and you don’t hate Damian, and you’re Damian’s brother, so I can totally like you!”
Tim blinked.
Jon sure talked a lot.
“Please don’t hate me?” was what he managed to say before his mind reminded him of why it finished updating and he peeled his gaze off Jon and back over to Damian. “Why do I hate you?”
Damian squinted. “You have always hated me.”
Tim felt a brow arch at the response. “Have I?”
“Yes.”
Jon looked between Tim and Damian, not sure who to believe, and finally said: “I’m... going to go now! You two have fun talking feelings! I hear my mom calling me--coming mom!”
Damian whipped to face his friend, but by the time he did, Jon was a shrinking dot in the sky.
“Traitor!” he yelled after him.
Tim snorted and Damian turned back to face him, eyes squinting and face disgruntled.
“Hey,” Tim said, lifting his arms, “don’t look at me. You’re the one who was going to break--wait. You did break into my apartment. You broke into my apartment with Jon. If anyone should be upset, Damian, it’s me.”
To prove his point, Tim pouted.
Damian rolled his eyes and tutted.
“Whatever.”
“...so?”
“...so, what?”
Tim blinked. “So, why do I hate you?”
“You act as if you need reasoning for behaving any one way, Drake. Why should I know why you would hate me?”
“Because you seemed pretty sure I did.”
“Because you do.”
“But I don’t.”
“You are in denial.”
“Why would I be in denial about that?”
“Again, how should I know?”
Tim shrugged. “Well, why do you think I hate you?”
“For stealing your ice cream.”
“There, see, was that so--WAIT THAT WAS YOU, YOU LITTLE SNEAK?!”
Damian’s grin was smug as he said, “No, but did it make you hate me?”
“No, you little shit,” Tim grumbled. “It just made me mildly irritated.”
“Hm. Have you ever hated me?”
Tim gave the question honest thought. He thought about when he saw Damian standing in his Robin uniform. He’d had hate then, but it wasn’t directed toward Damian. It was moreso at Dick. He thought about the many occasions where Damian had tried to kill him, but all he remembered was frustration.
“Nope,” Tim answered, popping the p.
“That took you too long to consider.”
“Would you have preferred a quicker reply?”
“No, for I have done too much to you to warrant an immediate response.”
“Then I don’t see the issue.”
Damian squinted, and Tim shrugged and stood up to stretch.
“I’m guessing Jon was your ride--”
Damian made a face.
“--so, do you want a ride to your place? Or you can hang out here, I guess. I don’t have a problem with you here.” Tim considered. “We could go for an ice cream run, too.”
Damian thought about it while Tim went to find some clothes to wear so he didn’t look like he’d crawled out or a dumpster.
“Spending time with you... does not sound... abhorrent.”
Tim nodded. “Cool.”
“My only condition is we go to Ben and Jerry’s.”
“Of course. Oh. Also, Jason drops by sometimes. Pretty random but he has a key.”
Damian scowled. “The thought of spending time with him, however, is rather repulsive.”
Tim snorted.
“Jason isn’t that bad.”
“He gave me a noogie.”
“Kid, he does that to me twice a day.”
“Would you like me to congratulate you, or him? Since he has succeeded in making you his bitch.”
I bled like a day-light crime
Like an unknown yet public death in April
A feeling that resembled
the face of a lost man taking a stroll
on a rotten coast, the sea, the water,
kissing his boots, his boots, his shoes,
kicking the water
I bled like a poor lit night-sky
(One barely looked at -
One too cloudy to be adored)
There was an emptiness throbbing in me
like terminal incarceration
Emptiness
Like the howl of a little girl clutching onto her only safety
And I wanted to celebrate life like
A leaving spirit, a crowned heir,
a smiling sun
“I don’t know why i love you” she blurts out and the words just fall out of her mouth before she can stop herself. She cant look up, she cant, so he tilts her chin up for her and his eyes show that he is serious, and she doesn’t take it back because she thinks she is making the right decision one month into a relationship when they all know you don’t say i love you unless you mean it.
“I don’t know why i love you” she laughs when she comes home to the kitchen looking like a mess with batter everywhere. But she is sincere and he laughs too, his eyes crinkling at the edges because he doesn’t know how to bake a cake properly. But his teeth don’t smile because he is not happy and he is glad she is laughing too hard to hear the back door open and close and she is too in love to notice the nights he spends on ‘business trips’ end with him coming home tired with mussed hair but too satisfied.
“I don’t know why i love you” she cries as she runs out of the office to the elevator to escape, to escape the untied tie and the flowing hair that is shinier than hers and the lipstick stains on her husband’s neck and she runs. But running away doesn’t change that one day ten years ago when she said i love you and she meant it but he didn’t.
When you said its over between us, did you even think the times i could have said the same word also? I don’t want to be the person who gets over bitter and blame their ex’s. However, i could have also said that same word; that we are over. I don’t blame for the decisions i didn’t make because it was simply foolish of me to believe that things could have worked out in the end, because at the end of the day we were over even before our second or third chance happened.
When you say it’s over don’t try to fix it anymore because just like a black hole; the holes in our hearts only get bigger when we try to fill it with the love that was already tired of holding it, causing it to tear into a bigger void.
Dick’d just gotten back from a rather exhausting patrol and was looking forward to sleeping for the rest of his life. Flopping down onto the bed with a long sigh, he shifted a little to get comfortable, and promptly started dozing, not even bothering to peel the Nightwing uniform off.
He groaned when his phone buzzed traitorously, rolling over onto his other side to try and ignore the sound. And, for a second, it worked. The silence returned and Dick was on the cusp of sleep when it buzzed again. And again. And again. And again.
With a drawn-out whine that was almost as pitiful as a kicked puppy’s, Dick lifted his hundred-pound head and reached for the phone on his nightstand, missing once or twice before actually grabbing it.
The brightness was mercifully low when he turned it on and Dick squinted at the screen to read the messages he’d gotten.
All eight messages--Lord God--were from Tim.
Frowning, Dick unlocked his phone and opened the thread.
Timmy: d i need to ask you somthing
Timmy: dick
Timmy: dick
Timmy: diiiiiick
Timmy: dick pleeease
Timmy: i’d text Jason but he blocked meee
Timmy: diiiiiiiiiiiccccckkkkkkkk
Timmy: wait reading these out of context would be a bad thing
Amused, Dick snorted, typing out his reply.
Dick: What’d you need, Tim?
He’d just put his head back on the pillow when the phone buzzed again and Dick had to suppress the sigh that was his knee-jerk response as he turned his phone back on.
Timmy: it’s important i swear
Raising a brow and straightening, Dick frowned a little. If it were capes related, Tim would have called. If it had to do with WE, Tim would have capitalized the first letters of his sentences.
Dick: What’s up little bro?
Timmy: why when people ask what three things you would bring on a desert island nobody says a boat and a map?
Dick blinked in surprise, a little confused now.
Maybe it was his sleep-slow brain, but that... Didn’t seem all that important.
Also, what?
Dick: what
Timmy: what shape is the sky?!
Dick: w h a t
Timmy: dO PENGUINS HAVE KNEES?
He’d woken up. For this.
Expression void of emotion and probably resembling an exhausted zombie’s, Dick typed another message.
Dick: tim go to sleep what the fuck
Timmy: IS A HOTDOG A SANDWICH????
Timmy: DOES A STRAW HAVE TWO HOLES OR ONE????
Timmy: IS CEREAL CONSIDERED SOUP
Timmy: IS WATER WET
Dick: tim i swear to god
The shit Dick had to put up with.
He was completely void of emotion when he turned his phone off, placed it on the nightstand again, and flopped back down onto the bed to sleep.
