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[February 12] [Courtney Crumrin] Dust
Title: Dust
Day/Theme: February 12 -- dreamtime
Series: Courtney Crumrin
Character/Pairing: Aloysius Crumrin x OC
Rating: PG
Word Count: 330
Notes: Also based on John Keats' La Belle Dame Sans Merci. Cross-posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rosehiptea.
"Uncle Aloysius, do you ever think about why the Night Things have to hide underground?"
He stopped on the path, a bit too close to the Twilight Kingdom already.
"Of course I do, but it's safer. For them and for us. You know that."
"I still wish it didn't have to be that way, sometimes," Courtney replied. "Even with people the way they are."
"And with Night Things the way they are."
Aloysius closed his eyes as he said this, and remembered again.
The woman had seemed so beautiful, made of gold and light, and so far away. Then she drew closer and he could see her face, almost like a human woman's, but prettier and sharper in its features.
And she seemed so delicate. He knew she could hurt him, but that didn't matter, not when she was looking at his face that way.
At some point he had done something foolish, said his name as if she were going to introduce herself. He was too young then, had not known better. But she had forgiven him even this, and had touched him.
There was something different about her hands; her fingers were longer and thinner than they should be. Or perhaps they were exactly what they should be and he was clumsy and human and did not belong here.
Her mouth was so cold, when she kissed him, but any wrongness meant nothing by then. When her wings brushed his neck he was lost, not stopping even for breath.
And in the morning there had been only the hard ground beneath him and a feather which crumbled to dust when he touched it.
His niece interrupted his thoughts yet again. These days, that was often something of a blessing.
"Why do we always walk on this path then, if we can't go to the Twilight Kingdom?" she asked.
"And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill’s side..." he murmured.
"What?"
"Nothing, Courtney. Let's go home."
Day/Theme: February 12 -- dreamtime
Series: Courtney Crumrin
Character/Pairing: Aloysius Crumrin x OC
Rating: PG
Word Count: 330
Notes: Also based on John Keats' La Belle Dame Sans Merci. Cross-posted to
rosehiptea."Uncle Aloysius, do you ever think about why the Night Things have to hide underground?"
He stopped on the path, a bit too close to the Twilight Kingdom already.
"Of course I do, but it's safer. For them and for us. You know that."
"I still wish it didn't have to be that way, sometimes," Courtney replied. "Even with people the way they are."
"And with Night Things the way they are."
Aloysius closed his eyes as he said this, and remembered again.
The woman had seemed so beautiful, made of gold and light, and so far away. Then she drew closer and he could see her face, almost like a human woman's, but prettier and sharper in its features.
And she seemed so delicate. He knew she could hurt him, but that didn't matter, not when she was looking at his face that way.
At some point he had done something foolish, said his name as if she were going to introduce herself. He was too young then, had not known better. But she had forgiven him even this, and had touched him.
There was something different about her hands; her fingers were longer and thinner than they should be. Or perhaps they were exactly what they should be and he was clumsy and human and did not belong here.
Her mouth was so cold, when she kissed him, but any wrongness meant nothing by then. When her wings brushed his neck he was lost, not stopping even for breath.
And in the morning there had been only the hard ground beneath him and a feather which crumbled to dust when he touched it.
His niece interrupted his thoughts yet again. These days, that was often something of a blessing.
"Why do we always walk on this path then, if we can't go to the Twilight Kingdom?" she asked.
"And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill’s side..." he murmured.
"What?"
"Nothing, Courtney. Let's go home."