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Fic: The Downward Spiral (Faith/Angel)
Author:thenyxie
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: F/A --but it's really all about the B/A
Prompt: Error
Summary: She won't stop staring. He makes her.
Notes: Wow. This one got rather abstract.
Written for the![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif)
50_elements challenge. These ficlets/drabbles are going to comprise pieces of one whole story, but are not going to be posted in any particular order.
Previous Parts can be found in the Master List here
Error
She stares at me with those eyes. Deep, almond, richly brown, hiding secrets, daring hope. Huge, haunting eyes that wait, and believe there must be something more than this.
(tin god)
Do not make of me an idol
(straw man)
Do not build of my body a temple
Stares at me as if there might be things left in this world that still have meaning. As if there might still be things worth fighting for.
Like I've got something left to lose.
(martyr)
Do not fashion a God from the blood of my entrails
(hero)
I do not want this.
The mirror reflects her, alone, staring into empty space; a man who isn’t there.
(effigy)
My altar is not made of stone.
My bones cannot bear the weight of your hope.
I have nothing left to offer her.
Your eyes are not her eyes.
Nothing left to give.
Your belief is not my salvation.
And so I kiss her, instead.
How fragile, hope. How perilously frail.
I kiss her, possessing her mouth, my hands restless against her skin.
She closes her eyes.
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Author:
thenyxieRating: PG-13
Pairing: F/A --but it's really all about the B/A
Prompt: Error
Summary: She won't stop staring. He makes her.
Notes: Wow. This one got rather abstract.
Written for the
50_elements challenge. These ficlets/drabbles are going to comprise pieces of one whole story, but are not going to be posted in any particular order.Previous Parts can be found in the Master List here
Error
She stares at me with those eyes. Deep, almond, richly brown, hiding secrets, daring hope. Huge, haunting eyes that wait, and believe there must be something more than this.
(tin god)
Do not make of me an idol
(straw man)
Do not build of my body a temple
Stares at me as if there might be things left in this world that still have meaning. As if there might still be things worth fighting for.
Like I've got something left to lose.
(martyr)
Do not fashion a God from the blood of my entrails
(hero)
I do not want this.
The mirror reflects her, alone, staring into empty space; a man who isn’t there.
(effigy)
My altar is not made of stone.
My bones cannot bear the weight of your hope.
I have nothing left to offer her.
Your eyes are not her eyes.
Nothing left to give.
Your belief is not my salvation.
And so I kiss her, instead.
How fragile, hope. How perilously frail.
I kiss her, possessing her mouth, my hands restless against her skin.
She closes her eyes.
-----
NOTE: LiveJournal users, please reply here: http://thenyxie.insanejournal.com/7
or email me at nyxiefic [at] gmail