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singindemonhqThey tell us about it. I knew, in theory. It’s part of the training. They tell us, but somehow that isn’t enough.
The trouble is, I got on well with the first one and so it turned out that I wasn’t prepared at all. It happens so fast. They slow down. They get tired. The laughter is less thrilled and more … tolerant. If you’re lucky. The changes are slight, when they start. I can change more than that in the course of a Gig.
Then, their moods go off the scale – it’s painful for an empath and now I’d tend to just stay well clear, but then – I thought she was sick. I couldn’t believe what the Healer was telling me. I thought he must be wrong. Then her rages and the weeping seemed to … flatten out.
Her hair got fairer. I didn’t understand why that was until I saw it happen to a dark one. Then she just … crumpled. Not her body, not then, it was the skin, as if she’d shrunk away inside it. The worst was that she’d had a clear bright joy in life. That – it was like smoke that was getting thicker and thicker, hiding the flame inside. She was swirling away into the dark.
At the last she wept for her home and after the next visit from the Healer we took her there. She came from the mountains, a town on a hillside, looking out over the sea. I smoked around and checked the place out. There was nobody in miles. The little town by the bay was long gone, and so were the soldiers.
She lay curled into the blankets, watching the sea. Nothing to hear but the surf and the birds and her breathing. I kept on checking the place over and then drifting back to the shelter. It didn’t matter. She didn’t know if anyone was there. Checking again as the tide went out. Nothing else to see.
Watching the heather and the water and coming back to the shelter until the panting breath ... stopped.
They tell us about it. I knew, in theory. It’s part of the training. They tell us, but somehow that isn’t enough. It doesn’t prepare you.
Humans just don’t last any time at all.
Muse; “Sweet” the singing demon.
Fandom; BTVS
Words. 356.
The trouble is, I got on well with the first one and so it turned out that I wasn’t prepared at all. It happens so fast. They slow down. They get tired. The laughter is less thrilled and more … tolerant.
Then, their moods go off the scale – it’s painful for an empath and now I’d tend to just stay well clear, but then – I thought she was sick. I couldn’t believe what the Healer was telling me. I thought he must be wrong. Then her rages and the weeping seemed to … flatten out.
Her hair got fairer. I didn’t understand why that was until I saw it happen to a dark one. Then she just … crumpled. Not her body, not then, it was the skin, as if she’d shrunk away inside it. The worst was that she’d had a clear bright joy in life. That – it was like smoke that was getting thicker and thicker, hiding the flame inside. She was swirling away into the dark.
At the last she wept for her home and after the next visit from the Healer we took her there. She came from the mountains, a town on a hillside, looking out over the sea. I smoked around and checked the place out. There was nobody in miles. The little town by the bay was long gone, and so were the soldiers.
She lay curled into the blankets, watching the sea. Nothing to hear but the surf and the birds and her breathing. I kept on checking the place over and then drifting back to the shelter. It didn’t matter. She didn’t know if anyone was there. Checking again as the tide went out. Nothing else to see.
Watching the heather and the water and coming back to the shelter until the panting breath ... stopped.
They tell us about it. I knew, in theory. It’s part of the training. They tell us, but somehow that isn’t enough. It doesn’t prepare you.
Humans just don’t last any time at all.
Muse; “Sweet” the singing demon.
Fandom; BTVS
Words. 356.
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Date: 2008-10-25 10:35 pm (UTC)I know you're down on this, but it's well done indeed.
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Date: 2008-10-25 11:18 pm (UTC)