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[October 1st] [Original] The beginning of something
Title: The beginning of something
Day/Theme: October 1st: A screaming comes across the sky
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Diana, Belle
Rating: PG
Diana shifted restlessly in her sleep, troubled by a dream she couldn’t fight her way out of, haunted by some persistent feeling she couldn’t name. She woke with a start, as though someone far away had screamed her name across the sky. She shook herself from the blankets and throwing the last of them aside, slipped from her room into the vast expanse of open hallway that streched across the side of the palace.
The storm had not faded, and sheets of rain fell in waves across the marble floor. Teeth chattering with cold and her heart still racing, Diana pressed herself against the wall and watched the battered flags on the tower whip the swollen clouds. Too scared to sleep and too shaken to seek refuge inside, she counted the seconds between the lightening and the thunder. She pressed her hand to heart, trying to slow its frantic beat by breathing deeply, but calmness eluded her.
Suddenly a brilliant light filled her vision, like the opening of a magical gate. A crash and cry broke through the night, echoing down the hallway. Diana tensed and resisted the urge to run away by sheer will. Her curiousity fought her fear as she peered out in the dark, listening hard for an sign of what had happened. A sound like a sob called her forward. She fought the wind and tied her skirt higher to aid her escape if it was needed, and knotted her tangled hair with a few impatient twists.
She crept forward with her hand to the wall, slowly to try to see the fallen thing before she tripped over it. Time seemed to drag as she drew nearer. A flash of lightening caught the form as she was almost upon it, and she almost fell backwards in surprise. Angry at her fear, she knelt and pulled the essence of light into being so she could stare down the storm’s refuse.
The wavering blue glow in her revealed an angel like she had never seen before, crumpled fabric and too-white wings sheilding their owner’s face and body from her view. The left wing was over extended as though broken, and Diana’s own wings ached in sympathy.
“It’s all right, I’ll help you. Don’t be afraid,” Diana whispered, pulling back a sleeve to reveal a face of a mortal goddess, pure white skin with delicate bones, golden eyes shaded with pain. It took all of the energy she had, and some she didn’t, for those eyes to close in sleep and the lines of the angel’s face to loose their tension.
Day/Theme: October 1st: A screaming comes across the sky
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Diana, Belle
Rating: PG
Diana shifted restlessly in her sleep, troubled by a dream she couldn’t fight her way out of, haunted by some persistent feeling she couldn’t name. She woke with a start, as though someone far away had screamed her name across the sky. She shook herself from the blankets and throwing the last of them aside, slipped from her room into the vast expanse of open hallway that streched across the side of the palace.
The storm had not faded, and sheets of rain fell in waves across the marble floor. Teeth chattering with cold and her heart still racing, Diana pressed herself against the wall and watched the battered flags on the tower whip the swollen clouds. Too scared to sleep and too shaken to seek refuge inside, she counted the seconds between the lightening and the thunder. She pressed her hand to heart, trying to slow its frantic beat by breathing deeply, but calmness eluded her.
Suddenly a brilliant light filled her vision, like the opening of a magical gate. A crash and cry broke through the night, echoing down the hallway. Diana tensed and resisted the urge to run away by sheer will. Her curiousity fought her fear as she peered out in the dark, listening hard for an sign of what had happened. A sound like a sob called her forward. She fought the wind and tied her skirt higher to aid her escape if it was needed, and knotted her tangled hair with a few impatient twists.
She crept forward with her hand to the wall, slowly to try to see the fallen thing before she tripped over it. Time seemed to drag as she drew nearer. A flash of lightening caught the form as she was almost upon it, and she almost fell backwards in surprise. Angry at her fear, she knelt and pulled the essence of light into being so she could stare down the storm’s refuse.
The wavering blue glow in her revealed an angel like she had never seen before, crumpled fabric and too-white wings sheilding their owner’s face and body from her view. The left wing was over extended as though broken, and Diana’s own wings ached in sympathy.
“It’s all right, I’ll help you. Don’t be afraid,” Diana whispered, pulling back a sleeve to reveal a face of a mortal goddess, pure white skin with delicate bones, golden eyes shaded with pain. It took all of the energy she had, and some she didn’t, for those eyes to close in sleep and the lines of the angel’s face to loose their tension.