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[April 10] [Voorbij de zerken] Always night now
Title: Always night now
Day/Theme: April 10/Recollection of light
Series: Voorbij de zerken ("Beyond the tombstones")
Character/Pairing: Ina
Rating: G/PG
Disclaimer: Voorbij de zerken is © Tais Teng and his publisher; the title and cut text are from the song The Lonely One by Ilse DeLange.
The cold is setting in now that the sun’s light has completely gone out. The end is coming and Ina almost wishes she were in the underworld already. In the afterlife under the earth you didn’t need to see the sun and at least she’d see her sister again. Dead eyes didn’t have to miss the daylight and they didn’t need to adapt to seeing the streets in an orange-grey light in the middle of the day.
She vividly remembers what it was like to feel the bright summer sunlight playing on her skin; she’d made the mistake – the unforgivably stupid mistake – of taking the book and scribbling in a margin that she’d always remember what it was like. She could close her eyes and be there, out on the balcony, basking in the sun’s last rays, in the last moments of normality the world had to offer her. But then she’ll open them again, and the world will be dark and murky and orange-tinted outside and too white inside and she’ll have to get used to it all over again.
More than anything she wants to be caught in those last moments of familiarity until the end, when they’ll all starve or freeze. She knows there are ways to do it; she has the means, but she vowed never to come near any of the Weapons again after she wrote the riots and the panics out of the future of the world. They’re safely hidden now – the only bit of Guarding she’s done in all her life –, though she’d much rather burn all three. Letting a child scrawl the end of the world into the Book is more than enough sacrilege for one Guardian.
Day/Theme: April 10/Recollection of light
Series: Voorbij de zerken ("Beyond the tombstones")
Character/Pairing: Ina
Rating: G/PG
Disclaimer: Voorbij de zerken is © Tais Teng and his publisher; the title and cut text are from the song The Lonely One by Ilse DeLange.
The cold is setting in now that the sun’s light has completely gone out. The end is coming and Ina almost wishes she were in the underworld already. In the afterlife under the earth you didn’t need to see the sun and at least she’d see her sister again. Dead eyes didn’t have to miss the daylight and they didn’t need to adapt to seeing the streets in an orange-grey light in the middle of the day.
She vividly remembers what it was like to feel the bright summer sunlight playing on her skin; she’d made the mistake – the unforgivably stupid mistake – of taking the book and scribbling in a margin that she’d always remember what it was like. She could close her eyes and be there, out on the balcony, basking in the sun’s last rays, in the last moments of normality the world had to offer her. But then she’ll open them again, and the world will be dark and murky and orange-tinted outside and too white inside and she’ll have to get used to it all over again.
More than anything she wants to be caught in those last moments of familiarity until the end, when they’ll all starve or freeze. She knows there are ways to do it; she has the means, but she vowed never to come near any of the Weapons again after she wrote the riots and the panics out of the future of the world. They’re safely hidden now – the only bit of Guarding she’s done in all her life –, though she’d much rather burn all three. Letting a child scrawl the end of the world into the Book is more than enough sacrilege for one Guardian.