[charloft] (THURS) Destiny
Jan. 5th, 2009 10:00 amNOTE: This ficlet is based on a little AU bunny that bit me this past weekend. In this piece, Tommy is a transient wandering the streets of Los Angeles. He came into his power about a year before canon!Tommy, with full recollection of both his past lives. The memories of his godhood drove him off the edge, so although he's an avatar of hope, he's a little screwed up in the head and living on the street. Dunno if I'll write in this a lot? But it makes for a darker Tommy I might wanna explore. :P
He hears screaming all the time. Only some of it is real, the rest is just worldwide suffering echoing in his head. It’s the voices of the points of light that constantly burn his eyes and plague his dreams.
It’s his destiny to suffer, to burn in beauty and die each day.
The shadows on the streets try to get into his blood when he sleeps at night. The light saves him, and he prays each day that it will leave him alone. It let him go when he lay in a hospital bed and drowned in his own waste, it tried to take him when disease lay waste to the body he worked so hard to make strong and hardy.
It was his destiny to die, to make beauty and bring life, light to the people.
The Darkness stalks him, and he wants to be weak enough to fall. Two men stand behind him, always, sheltering him from the cold when he wants to freeze and propping him up when he wants to kneel. He can’t stop the power, can’t shake the burden of his own life off his shoulders because it was never his to begin with.
It’s his destiny to live on, to watch his children die and keep the mortal flame burning.
God, avatar, man, it’s his destiny to exist, and half-mad with the pain of it, he wishes with all his heart that it wasn’t.
Tommy Karras (AU)
Original Character
He hears screaming all the time. Only some of it is real, the rest is just worldwide suffering echoing in his head. It’s the voices of the points of light that constantly burn his eyes and plague his dreams.
It’s his destiny to suffer, to burn in beauty and die each day.
The shadows on the streets try to get into his blood when he sleeps at night. The light saves him, and he prays each day that it will leave him alone. It let him go when he lay in a hospital bed and drowned in his own waste, it tried to take him when disease lay waste to the body he worked so hard to make strong and hardy.
It was his destiny to die, to make beauty and bring life, light to the people.
The Darkness stalks him, and he wants to be weak enough to fall. Two men stand behind him, always, sheltering him from the cold when he wants to freeze and propping him up when he wants to kneel. He can’t stop the power, can’t shake the burden of his own life off his shoulders because it was never his to begin with.
It’s his destiny to live on, to watch his children die and keep the mortal flame burning.
God, avatar, man, it’s his destiny to exist, and half-mad with the pain of it, he wishes with all his heart that it wasn’t.
Tommy Karras (AU)
Original Character