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milliways_bar I don't sleep, I dream
May. 26th, 2006 01:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodyrockgod[ooc: Post getting rid of Simon and recovery.]
The funny part is, he knows he should know he's dreaming.
He's walking down the aisle at the church in Manchester, a schoolboy again, an alter boy, and the priest is saying St. Sebastian brought food and comfort to imprisioned Christians during Diocletian's reign . . . and there's a portrait of St. Sebastian, pierced with a hundred arrows, on the wall. Charlie looks away.
Look! the priest orders and his voice sounds like Charlie's father's. You have to look!
Don't want to, Charlie protests but looks anyway, and the portrait is terrifying--the artist took great glee in portraying the saint's pain, and the arrows keep on flying and flying and Charlie exclaims I know that face! and he tries to climb up the wall and the priest--or his father dressed as a priest--says That's what you get, that's what you get, that's what you get over and over--
And then there's no more church and no more priest, but there's still St. Sebastian tied to a tree.
Only it's a tree in the forest of Milliways and it's not the saint, it's Darien, and his blood is silvery as it runs down his skin. And Charlie babbles I'll help you, I'll untie you and Darien whispers save me and the arrows never stop coming, never stop piercing him, and there's so much blood.
And his father says you can't save him, Charlie and Charlie's weeping and his hands are fumbling at the knots and Darien's dying and the arrows never stop.
Give up, Charlie, you've never saved anyone says his father and Charlie shakes him and shakes him and shakes him--only it's not his father anymore, it's Charlie, Charlie with silver eyes--
--and then he's awake.
In Darien's apartment, in his sweatpants, his hands wrapped around the edges of Darien's mirror. His body is dripping with sweat and it takes him a moment to realize that it's only his reflection.
He lets go of the mirror and sinks down to the floor a moment, and wipes his face with shaking hands.
When he's got his breath back he makes his way to Darien's bed and crawls beneath the sheets, wrapping himself around Darien's warm body.
Only after he's checked Darien for wounds can he relax enough to sleep.
The funny part is, he knows he should know he's dreaming.
He's walking down the aisle at the church in Manchester, a schoolboy again, an alter boy, and the priest is saying St. Sebastian brought food and comfort to imprisioned Christians during Diocletian's reign . . . and there's a portrait of St. Sebastian, pierced with a hundred arrows, on the wall. Charlie looks away.
Look! the priest orders and his voice sounds like Charlie's father's. You have to look!
Don't want to, Charlie protests but looks anyway, and the portrait is terrifying--the artist took great glee in portraying the saint's pain, and the arrows keep on flying and flying and Charlie exclaims I know that face! and he tries to climb up the wall and the priest--or his father dressed as a priest--says That's what you get, that's what you get, that's what you get over and over--
And then there's no more church and no more priest, but there's still St. Sebastian tied to a tree.
Only it's a tree in the forest of Milliways and it's not the saint, it's Darien, and his blood is silvery as it runs down his skin. And Charlie babbles I'll help you, I'll untie you and Darien whispers save me and the arrows never stop coming, never stop piercing him, and there's so much blood.
And his father says you can't save him, Charlie and Charlie's weeping and his hands are fumbling at the knots and Darien's dying and the arrows never stop.
Give up, Charlie, you've never saved anyone says his father and Charlie shakes him and shakes him and shakes him--only it's not his father anymore, it's Charlie, Charlie with silver eyes--
--and then he's awake.
In Darien's apartment, in his sweatpants, his hands wrapped around the edges of Darien's mirror. His body is dripping with sweat and it takes him a moment to realize that it's only his reflection.
He lets go of the mirror and sinks down to the floor a moment, and wipes his face with shaking hands.
When he's got his breath back he makes his way to Darien's bed and crawls beneath the sheets, wrapping himself around Darien's warm body.
Only after he's checked Darien for wounds can he relax enough to sleep.
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Date: 2006-05-30 02:52 am (UTC)He bites his lip.
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Date: 2006-05-30 02:54 am (UTC)Just... looking at him now. He's as closed off as he ever gets.
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Date: 2006-05-30 02:57 am (UTC)"Don't be angry. Please?"
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Date: 2006-05-30 03:04 am (UTC)It's going to hurt and he's going to miss him and he hates when Charlie goes to the Island because there were things like INVISIBLE MONSTERS and POLAR BEARS and all kinds of crazy shit that he couldn't protect him from. He also hates, however, that someone's fucking with Charlie's head.
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Date: 2006-05-30 03:23 am (UTC)"Got a question for you: Sayid devilishly handsome, tall, occasionally invisible and does he have the best hair of anyone even at the end of the universe?"
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Date: 2006-05-30 03:27 am (UTC)Said individual gets kissed rather fiercely by a small, rather odd-looking bassist whose hair is uncontrollable and who is only invisible during sex.
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Date: 2006-05-30 03:34 am (UTC)And he kisses back.
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Date: 2006-05-30 03:41 am (UTC)Polar bears on tropical islands is right up there with "homicidal Canadians armed with automatic weapons" in the Darien Fawkes list of THINGS that SHOULD NOT BE.
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Date: 2006-05-30 03:49 am (UTC)"And . . . and if I'm gone too long, Richard can take you there. To find me." He swallows hard and his arms tighten around Darien.
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Date: 2006-05-30 03:54 am (UTC)"Damn straight I'll come to find you. Need to kick your ass like I said."
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Date: 2006-05-30 04:07 am (UTC)Smirk.
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Date: 2006-05-30 04:09 am (UTC)He feels like kisses. So Darien gets kisses.
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Date: 2006-05-30 04:17 am (UTC)"Not right now, though."
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