#lilije

[makovietz]

„Rośnij kwiecie wysoko, jak pan leży głęboko”

Adam Mickiewicz, Lilije

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

Nightly walks

Fandom: inspired by Lilie by Adam Mickiewicz

Word count: 297

Other: Angst, short form, mostly lacks contest

Made for whumptober 2024 day 4

The door closed with a quiet "click" and she already knew that he's behind her.

"The children are asleep." She held back a flinch. "Do not wake them."

His breathing was heavy and hot. He didn't say a word, but something cold slivered onto her hand. It was his, she realised, and she couldn't surprise a shudder under his touch. He was pushing, the creaking of the handle gave away his intention.

The sharp sound was enough to pull her from the freeze his frozen hand put her in. Blood rushed in a burning wave to her head.

What? He wanted to disrespect her so directly? To ignore her words and wake her sleeping children? To show himself to them in this state?

The door slammed and she pushed past him. She expected to hit his rigid chest and have to force her way through, so when he all but disappeared under the force of her braced arms, she lost her balance and started falling to the ground. It felt as if her body was moving, but her soul didn't want to follow, it stayed behind, letting her fall.

Grip on her middle defeated the feeling and recombined her parts back together. The touch was warm, familiar. For a moment he held her, her heart rushed and she felt like she did way back then, before he left and before she betrayed him.

But then his grip tightened and she felt his foul breath and he was dead and she wasn't.

She felt the familiar weight in her right hand (it always felt heavier since that day) and drew it back in a move that was almost subconscious - instinctive. Her hands were wet - and hot - and he was gone - and she was alone.

[holosia]

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[skrzywdzona]

Zbrodnia to niesłychana Pani zabija Pana

Adam Mickiewicz

[nymphadile]

"A lilije rosły tak wysoko, jak Pan leżał głęboko" #mickiewicz #lilije #liliastargazer #halloween #samhain #dziady #mojekwiatki #flowers #nature #personal https://www.instagram.com/p/BpmEH-5Ae6x/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=cvfq3nngi3th

[ha-ga]

Lilije. (fragment)

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Wtem drzwi kościoła trzasły, Wiatr zawiał, świece zgasły, Wchodzi osoba w bieli. Znany chód, znana zbroja, Staje, wszyscy zadrżeli, Staje, patrzy ukosem, Podziemnym woła głosem: «Mój wieniec i ty moja! Kwiat na mym rwany grobie, Mnie, księże, stułą wiąż; Zła żono, biada tobie! To ja, twój mąż, twój mąż! Źli bracia, biada obu! Z mego rwaliście grobu, Zawieście krwawy bój To ja, twój mąż, wasz brat, Wy moi, wieniec mój, Dalej na tamten świat!»

    Wstrzęsła się cerkwi posada, Z zrębu wysuwa się zrąb, Sklep trzeszczy, głąb zapada, Cerkiew zapada w głąb. Ziemia ją z wierzchu kryje, Na niej rosną lilije, A rosną tak wysoko, Jak pan leżał głęboko.