wow I'm productive today!
wrote another drabble! yay for creativity! it's all because of this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1XUbJEPS hE (or download here: http://www.mediafire.com/?jzmj03wq2dw) and the August 10th prompt at
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Title: Gently Into that Good Night
Day/Theme: Aug. 10 - out of the lightning dream
Series: Cowboy Bebop
Pairing: Spike/Julia
It felt like she would never stop falling, like she was floating in midair, like time had stopped. It started again suddenly, and she was on the ground before he could blink, like a crumpled doll, broken and still. It felt unreal, impossible, that after all this time apart, all this time he’d spent looking for her… She couldn’t leave him like this, not again. It couldn't be true. He turned her over on his lap, and her eyes slipped open, like she was half asleep.
“It’s all just a dream,” she murmured, before going limp in his arms. If it was a dream, did that mean he was still sleeping? That she’d woken up somewhere, without him? Yes, it had to be a dream, because this couldn’t be his life. This couldn’t be all there was to it. This suffering, this loneliness, this couldn’t be living. He would wake up now, he’d leave this dream and find her again. Vicious would do it, Vicious would shake him into consciousness. He owed his former partner that much.
And when that sword plunged into his chest, he didn’t feel it at all. He could feel the blood pouring out of his wounds, the gun in his hands, the roaring in his ears, but there was no pain. And then it was quiet, and there was light. When he fell, it was like that odd sensation of settling back into your body right before you wake in bed. He knew then that he would see her again soon.
::sigh:: as much as it makes me want to cry, I love the ending to this series.. it's so freaking shakespearean!
Title: Gently Into that Good Night
Day/Theme: Aug. 10 - out of the lightning dream
Series: Cowboy Bebop
Pairing: Spike/Julia
It felt like she would never stop falling, like she was floating in midair, like time had stopped. It started again suddenly, and she was on the ground before he could blink, like a crumpled doll, broken and still. It felt unreal, impossible, that after all this time apart, all this time he’d spent looking for her… She couldn’t leave him like this, not again. It couldn't be true. He turned her over on his lap, and her eyes slipped open, like she was half asleep.
“It’s all just a dream,” she murmured, before going limp in his arms. If it was a dream, did that mean he was still sleeping? That she’d woken up somewhere, without him? Yes, it had to be a dream, because this couldn’t be his life. This couldn’t be all there was to it. This suffering, this loneliness, this couldn’t be living. He would wake up now, he’d leave this dream and find her again. Vicious would do it, Vicious would shake him into consciousness. He owed his former partner that much.
And when that sword plunged into his chest, he didn’t feel it at all. He could feel the blood pouring out of his wounds, the gun in his hands, the roaring in his ears, but there was no pain. And then it was quiet, and there was light. When he fell, it was like that odd sensation of settling back into your body right before you wake in bed. He knew then that he would see her again soon.
::sigh:: as much as it makes me want to cry, I love the ending to this series.. it's so freaking shakespearean!