Fiction

i dreamed of the attic again last night. 

a/n: so a few posts ago i had a list of things i wanted to write. this is the 'soft' entry. it's been a while since i've written fluffy things like this, so please forgive me if it's not too good !

"Morning.."

a/n: a little bit of language.

coffee shop setting ;
soft characters, ie, just woke up with their s/o next to them ;
a soft, painless death - old age? with their loved ones near them ;
small things to give personality - gestures, soft/loud voices, tics, etc ;

She lived on the edges of a small idyllic town in the country. It was quiet and safe, whre nothing of consequence really happened.

After a season of Sherlock was watched, the Indian Food ravenously consumed, and 1.5 pints of ice cream slowly savored, Cleo and Death had what could, in some other galaxy, be considered a conversation.

We got back around midnight. I have no idea what we were thinking, but it was great. It was just us, in the car, laughing and pretending the future wasn't always right behind us.

"Maybe..I was jealous of you. I don't know why. You always had what I didn't, but that wasn't your fault." I choked back more words that I didn't want to say, but my body coughed them out anyway. "Luna..I think I loved you.

The Eagle's claw is bright against the snowy wite of the man's shoulder. It wraps around a diamond so clear and smooth I can barly tell that it's there. A guard comes into the hallway, beconing fme forward.

"Hey! Are you done yet?" Ayden called to Asher. The sun was slowly setting over the landscape. The back alley they were in, however, was only lit by the faded streetlight at the very end of the alley.

"Look! Don't you see how the world is?! It's so wonderful and magical, why would you want to end it all?!"

title a reference to: evangelion's 'mother is the first other' symphony

"Do you remember her, Ravilo? Your mother?"
Murky dreams. Why had Julio asked me that..? Why did he need to know?