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[Nov 5] [Watchmen] Wasted Tears and Time
Title: Wasted Tears and Time
Day/Theme: five. I cry surrounded amidst the light and shadow you have left behind
Series:Watchmen
Character/Pairing: Dan
Rating: PG
The tears fell too easily. He had always been emotional, had felt his emotions too strongly, allowed them to cripple him and keep him from action. Now he cried even harder from guilt that he has wasted so much time crying over things that did not compare in the least to this pain.
How many times could he fail one person? Later he would remember that it had been mutual, that his partner has left him, too. But right now, blood still steaming in the snow, he could blame himself. He was too slow, too stupid, hadn’t understood, hadn’t been there when he was needed and now it was too late. Every dark spatter on the white snow looked like an accusation, running together even more as tears blurred his vision.
They said inkblots took the shape of whatever was already in your head. Now, after the tears had stopped, and he did his best to go on, all the shadows in the world seemed to pull together into the shape of Rorschach, always there, in alleys, against Dan’s bedroom wall, in Archie’s dim interior. He was always watching, Dan’s guilt twisting the random shapes into the image he most wanted to see, no matter how painful.
Day/Theme: five. I cry surrounded amidst the light and shadow you have left behind
Series:Watchmen
Character/Pairing: Dan
Rating: PG
The tears fell too easily. He had always been emotional, had felt his emotions too strongly, allowed them to cripple him and keep him from action. Now he cried even harder from guilt that he has wasted so much time crying over things that did not compare in the least to this pain.
How many times could he fail one person? Later he would remember that it had been mutual, that his partner has left him, too. But right now, blood still steaming in the snow, he could blame himself. He was too slow, too stupid, hadn’t understood, hadn’t been there when he was needed and now it was too late. Every dark spatter on the white snow looked like an accusation, running together even more as tears blurred his vision.
They said inkblots took the shape of whatever was already in your head. Now, after the tears had stopped, and he did his best to go on, all the shadows in the world seemed to pull together into the shape of Rorschach, always there, in alleys, against Dan’s bedroom wall, in Archie’s dim interior. He was always watching, Dan’s guilt twisting the random shapes into the image he most wanted to see, no matter how painful.