[just prompts] Shower Photo Prompt
Jul. 31st, 2008 04:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magic_fratboyHe couldn’t decide what was worse, the hot water or the cold as he stood under the shower head, letting the gentle spray fall on his bruised and beaten face. In the same thread, he still wasn’t sure which was worse: the Bringers of the Darkness that had the means to wound his soul, or the human servants that had more than enough ability to kick his ass all over the concrete.
Tonight it had been the human servants that wanted him, cornering him after he got out of his office with weapons at the ready. They were fully prepared to shoot him where he stood and make it look like a mugging, and he could feel the blades they carried...weapons forged by the Darkness that would deliver the killing blow. Just another statistic in the mean streets of Los Angeles...
They’d beat him bloody. But he beat them back, and somehow managed to get his ass home...where he was safe.
It was the first time he felt his own power as he stood under the spray, every muscle and wound screaming in protest as he struggled just to stand. Still, he focused and he waited. The rhythm of his heart matched the beat of the water on his skin after a time as blood and grit slid off his skin and down the drain.
Leaving him clean...leaving him whole.
Tommy could feel it happening as he stood there, the ebb and flow of energy working miracles in his shower stall. It became a quiet roll of time passing with the steady drum of water...cool against his eye as the swelling went down and let him see again. Warm against his split lip, which sealed shut and aged with healing.
Not all miracles were exactly miraculous. Some were merely boons that let him get through the worst of his injuries that much more quickly.
He finally decided that the cool water felt better after most of his hurts had vanished or faded, leaving him black and blue, threaded with the ache of a hard battle instead of crippled by a near defeat. He was also starting to decide that maybe the human servants weren’t so bad after all. The Bringers couldn’t die, couldn’t be beat, but the humans could be.
However, as he dried his skin and combed his hair, tugging on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, he found himself faced with another hard decision as something heavy hit him in the back of the head and knocked him flat on the floor of his own bathroom.
He had to decide which was worse: dying at the human hands of the Darkness because he was stupid enough to think he was safe in his own home, or letting one of its human servants catch him unawares after a fight like that.
Unconsciousness claimed him before he could make his choice.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 486
Tonight it had been the human servants that wanted him, cornering him after he got out of his office with weapons at the ready. They were fully prepared to shoot him where he stood and make it look like a mugging, and he could feel the blades they carried...weapons forged by the Darkness that would deliver the killing blow. Just another statistic in the mean streets of Los Angeles...
They’d beat him bloody. But he beat them back, and somehow managed to get his ass home...where he was safe.
It was the first time he felt his own power as he stood under the spray, every muscle and wound screaming in protest as he struggled just to stand. Still, he focused and he waited. The rhythm of his heart matched the beat of the water on his skin after a time as blood and grit slid off his skin and down the drain.
Leaving him clean...leaving him whole.
Tommy could feel it happening as he stood there, the ebb and flow of energy working miracles in his shower stall. It became a quiet roll of time passing with the steady drum of water...cool against his eye as the swelling went down and let him see again. Warm against his split lip, which sealed shut and aged with healing.
Not all miracles were exactly miraculous. Some were merely boons that let him get through the worst of his injuries that much more quickly.
He finally decided that the cool water felt better after most of his hurts had vanished or faded, leaving him black and blue, threaded with the ache of a hard battle instead of crippled by a near defeat. He was also starting to decide that maybe the human servants weren’t so bad after all. The Bringers couldn’t die, couldn’t be beat, but the humans could be.
However, as he dried his skin and combed his hair, tugging on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, he found himself faced with another hard decision as something heavy hit him in the back of the head and knocked him flat on the floor of his own bathroom.
He had to decide which was worse: dying at the human hands of the Darkness because he was stupid enough to think he was safe in his own home, or letting one of its human servants catch him unawares after a fight like that.
Unconsciousness claimed him before he could make his choice.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 486
