[otc] 42.1 - charlotte's web quote
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magic_fratboyNOTE: lyrics are from "Set Fire To The Third Bar" by Snow Patrol.
"How could this have happened? A miracle, in a time when we don't see many miraculous things!"
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Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
She’s on the far side of him, wrapped in concrete and steel behind a wall of glass and wood. She’s in clothes that don’t quite fit, hair hanging in eyes that haven’t seen the impossible shadows. Darkness fills them, empty and afraid, but innocence in her face tells him what the voice droning in the distance is already getting to.
“…traumatic events have caused retrograde amnesia. We don’t know if she’ll ever remember who she is or what happened, we can only hope. It’s the only way to find…”
He lets the voice fall away again as he moves towards the two way mirror separating them. She’s standing now, idly wandering around the perimeter of the room. For months, he’s been wrapped in a sense of this, the moment before he walked through the door and saw her there in concrete and steel.
The wait was over. It wasn’t excitement that had him weak and trembling, his throat too tight to speak or even breathe…it was relief. The wait was over, and now he was wrapped in the fullness of that sense of life that had been haunting him.
The thread was now a cord, pulling him closer until the tip of his nose barely brushed the cool glass. His skin felt fevered all of a sudden as a few of those words droning behind him finally registered. Memory, amnesia…what was really left on this journey? What did the heart truly know?
Ziyah.
His lips formed the word on an exhale, no sound or sigh behind them. It was her name, spoken from the weakness in his bones, the swell in his chest of emotion that had no name. Rage, confusion, pain and torment with no shred of love to be spared. There was no gentleness, but a strange sort of stillness. His suffering was quiet now, finally painful enough because she was moving and breathing. Strength she’d been born to show, even if she didn’t know she had it in her.
The pacing legs, the restless hands…her entire body stilled.
She turned, stared at the mirror. The emptiness in her gaze didn’t change, but curiosity and confusion of a different sort gave it new dimension. The glass melted and he stood in shadow, he could see it and feel the thickness of the dark wrapping around him.
“Tommy? Mr. Karras?...”
She was moving closer, quickly, too fast…and she was there. The glass returned, stopping him from breathing her air and she his. Through the pane, she stared and searched for the reason she was there, and on his side he met her eyes. He connected to the dark brown depths flecked with chips of onyx and amber.
They didn’t see him in the two-way surface, wouldn’t for a while yet…but they knew him.
“It’s her.”
“It’s not…not yet. You need to understand…”
Drone on, the voice could talk forever. He brought a hand to the glass, palm flush as it rested against the cool surface. She stared into his eyes…then down and away.
He watched her stare at the glass, then finally and clumsily lay her hand against it. Her fingers fit imperfectly against his, dwarfed by his bigger hand yet spilling over his fingertips with her own, longer and delicate than his. Heat pooled there, between their hands, and again the glass fell away.
Ziyah. There was no moving his mouth this time. The word echoed in his head and in the room, quiet and anguished and joyful as her fingers moved over the place where his hand still lay. Reaching up, he touched the place her cheek should be, the spot her lips were waiting to say his name.
She shut her eyes. She took a breath. Both were greater miracles than any he could create…greater than the one he bore witness to a split second later.
“…believe.”
The word swept through the glass and into the room, through the building. It was a prick, a tingle, a strange and alien knowledge that something had brushed by…a memory, a thought. It didn’t linger long enough to make an impression, but Tommy felt the world go still for that single moment in time.
Distant steps drew near. Warmth on his shoulder, human and sweet.
“Tommy? What was that?”
Still shaking, for a different reason, he withdrew his hand from the glass while she lingered there.
“When she remembers…you’ll know.”
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
The door finally opened and he walked through it. Each breath tasted of her, life and pain and Ziyah. She was sitting when he entered, and stood when he stopped a couple of feet away.
Smiling, he folded his hands behind him, steady and calm.
“Hello, Ziyah. I've been waiting for you.”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 838
"How could this have happened? A miracle, in a time when we don't see many miraculous things!"
======================
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
She’s on the far side of him, wrapped in concrete and steel behind a wall of glass and wood. She’s in clothes that don’t quite fit, hair hanging in eyes that haven’t seen the impossible shadows. Darkness fills them, empty and afraid, but innocence in her face tells him what the voice droning in the distance is already getting to.
“…traumatic events have caused retrograde amnesia. We don’t know if she’ll ever remember who she is or what happened, we can only hope. It’s the only way to find…”
He lets the voice fall away again as he moves towards the two way mirror separating them. She’s standing now, idly wandering around the perimeter of the room. For months, he’s been wrapped in a sense of this, the moment before he walked through the door and saw her there in concrete and steel.
The wait was over. It wasn’t excitement that had him weak and trembling, his throat too tight to speak or even breathe…it was relief. The wait was over, and now he was wrapped in the fullness of that sense of life that had been haunting him.
The thread was now a cord, pulling him closer until the tip of his nose barely brushed the cool glass. His skin felt fevered all of a sudden as a few of those words droning behind him finally registered. Memory, amnesia…what was really left on this journey? What did the heart truly know?
Ziyah.
His lips formed the word on an exhale, no sound or sigh behind them. It was her name, spoken from the weakness in his bones, the swell in his chest of emotion that had no name. Rage, confusion, pain and torment with no shred of love to be spared. There was no gentleness, but a strange sort of stillness. His suffering was quiet now, finally painful enough because she was moving and breathing. Strength she’d been born to show, even if she didn’t know she had it in her.
The pacing legs, the restless hands…her entire body stilled.
She turned, stared at the mirror. The emptiness in her gaze didn’t change, but curiosity and confusion of a different sort gave it new dimension. The glass melted and he stood in shadow, he could see it and feel the thickness of the dark wrapping around him.
“Tommy? Mr. Karras?...”
She was moving closer, quickly, too fast…and she was there. The glass returned, stopping him from breathing her air and she his. Through the pane, she stared and searched for the reason she was there, and on his side he met her eyes. He connected to the dark brown depths flecked with chips of onyx and amber.
They didn’t see him in the two-way surface, wouldn’t for a while yet…but they knew him.
“It’s her.”
“It’s not…not yet. You need to understand…”
Drone on, the voice could talk forever. He brought a hand to the glass, palm flush as it rested against the cool surface. She stared into his eyes…then down and away.
He watched her stare at the glass, then finally and clumsily lay her hand against it. Her fingers fit imperfectly against his, dwarfed by his bigger hand yet spilling over his fingertips with her own, longer and delicate than his. Heat pooled there, between their hands, and again the glass fell away.
Ziyah. There was no moving his mouth this time. The word echoed in his head and in the room, quiet and anguished and joyful as her fingers moved over the place where his hand still lay. Reaching up, he touched the place her cheek should be, the spot her lips were waiting to say his name.
She shut her eyes. She took a breath. Both were greater miracles than any he could create…greater than the one he bore witness to a split second later.
“…believe.”
The word swept through the glass and into the room, through the building. It was a prick, a tingle, a strange and alien knowledge that something had brushed by…a memory, a thought. It didn’t linger long enough to make an impression, but Tommy felt the world go still for that single moment in time.
Distant steps drew near. Warmth on his shoulder, human and sweet.
“Tommy? What was that?”
Still shaking, for a different reason, he withdrew his hand from the glass while she lingered there.
“When she remembers…you’ll know.”
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
The door finally opened and he walked through it. Each breath tasted of her, life and pain and Ziyah. She was sitting when he entered, and stood when he stopped a couple of feet away.
Smiling, he folded his hands behind him, steady and calm.
“Hello, Ziyah. I've been waiting for you.”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 838
