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31_days2006-07-31 04:30 pm
[July 31] [Dark Angel] The shadow in my shadow
Title: The shadow in my shadow
Day/Theme: July 31st | The past is a well-closed book
Series: Dark Angel
Character/Pairing: Adam [Zack]
Rating: PG
If he turns his head the right way--when he's not trying, and never when he's waiting--Adam can almost catch sight of the ghost he knows is trailing him. It's fanciful, *ridiculous,* but Adam is a haunted man. There's a shadow hiding within his shadow, a memory of a man that Adam once must have known.
The back of Adam's neck prickles. He feels like a stranger in his own skin--he's adrift, and helpless, and Adam *knows* that there are answers in the curve of his fist, and in the strange beat of his own heart. The past lays heavy in his bones and muscles and skin--close, so close, and never close enough.
He can almost *feel* memory trembling along the edges of conscious thought, sometimes. His ghost stirs, and sighs, and Adam's chest aches with the pounding of his heart.
Tell me, tell me, Adam thinks--but his ghost is no easy prey. There's no one left but Adam, and the furious rasp of his own breath.
Day/Theme: July 31st | The past is a well-closed book
Series: Dark Angel
Character/Pairing: Adam [Zack]
Rating: PG
If he turns his head the right way--when he's not trying, and never when he's waiting--Adam can almost catch sight of the ghost he knows is trailing him. It's fanciful, *ridiculous,* but Adam is a haunted man. There's a shadow hiding within his shadow, a memory of a man that Adam once must have known.
The back of Adam's neck prickles. He feels like a stranger in his own skin--he's adrift, and helpless, and Adam *knows* that there are answers in the curve of his fist, and in the strange beat of his own heart. The past lays heavy in his bones and muscles and skin--close, so close, and never close enough.
He can almost *feel* memory trembling along the edges of conscious thought, sometimes. His ghost stirs, and sighs, and Adam's chest aches with the pounding of his heart.
Tell me, tell me, Adam thinks--but his ghost is no easy prey. There's no one left but Adam, and the furious rasp of his own breath.
