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tampered2009-04-19 07:18 pm
blackeyedskank.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2009-04-19 07:18 pm
log; on-going
When; RIGHT NOW.
Rating; PG-13 for Ruby's mouth. And making assumptions about Heaven, hi.
Characters; Castiel (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ordered) & Ruby (blackeyedskank)
Summary; You should never judge a person until you have walked a mile in his shoes; alternatively, an angel and a demon walk into heaven...
Log;
It's silent. If Ruby were anymore cliche she would say something as trite as silent as the grave, but she knows better. Her grave was more than six feet deep and the hole at the end of it opened into a bigger hole that opened into a Pit and that Pit opened into the fire. Sometimes she wonders if anyone thought to bury her when they found her, bloated and decaying, or if there was anything left after she went down under, ready to spend half a century poking and prodding and being poked and prodded. She doesn't remember when she got off the line and turned her hypocrisy on, doesn't remember when she decided that she wasn't going to forget who or what she had been. But she remembers the wind and the sun and the seasons: what they felt like as they changed and turned. She remembers being a live and the way bare grass felt under bare feet, what it was like to laugh because something was funny, to be happy just to be happy. When she was young, she probably imagined that would be heaven - utter bliss and contentment, the sun always shining, feeling happy all at once and all of the time.
She doesn't know where she is or whose dream she has stepped into. It's too quiet to be reality, too still to be a dream. Her footfalls don't make any sound as she steps across green grass and stares into a sky so bright and blue it's white. There is no sun but the glare is harsh regardless, and Ruby lifts a hand to her forehead and squints in the distance, feeling for a breeze, straining for a sound. A sinking feeling in her gut spreads alternating hot and icy fingers across her belly, and Ruby has more inclination to believe that she is somewhere she doesn't want to be as she catches sight of a figure in the distance, almost too far to get close to.
Without thought, she walks, making her way through a pocket of reality that remains vague and undefined. It could change in an instant, become something else. Ruby keeps her eyes on the glare of the nonexistent sun and makes her way across the naked field, the grass undisturbed as she goes.
Rating; PG-13 for Ruby's mouth. And making assumptions about Heaven, hi.
Characters; Castiel (
ordered) & Ruby (blackeyedskank)Summary; You should never judge a person until you have walked a mile in his shoes; alternatively, an angel and a demon walk into heaven...
Log;
It's silent. If Ruby were anymore cliche she would say something as trite as silent as the grave, but she knows better. Her grave was more than six feet deep and the hole at the end of it opened into a bigger hole that opened into a Pit and that Pit opened into the fire. Sometimes she wonders if anyone thought to bury her when they found her, bloated and decaying, or if there was anything left after she went down under, ready to spend half a century poking and prodding and being poked and prodded. She doesn't remember when she got off the line and turned her hypocrisy on, doesn't remember when she decided that she wasn't going to forget who or what she had been. But she remembers the wind and the sun and the seasons: what they felt like as they changed and turned. She remembers being a live and the way bare grass felt under bare feet, what it was like to laugh because something was funny, to be happy just to be happy. When she was young, she probably imagined that would be heaven - utter bliss and contentment, the sun always shining, feeling happy all at once and all of the time.
She doesn't know where she is or whose dream she has stepped into. It's too quiet to be reality, too still to be a dream. Her footfalls don't make any sound as she steps across green grass and stares into a sky so bright and blue it's white. There is no sun but the glare is harsh regardless, and Ruby lifts a hand to her forehead and squints in the distance, feeling for a breeze, straining for a sound. A sinking feeling in her gut spreads alternating hot and icy fingers across her belly, and Ruby has more inclination to believe that she is somewhere she doesn't want to be as she catches sight of a figure in the distance, almost too far to get close to.
Without thought, she walks, making her way through a pocket of reality that remains vague and undefined. It could change in an instant, become something else. Ruby keeps her eyes on the glare of the nonexistent sun and makes her way across the naked field, the grass undisturbed as she goes.