Orte – Gefängniszelle (für mich)
Sep. 18th, 2013 05:40 pmTitel: Blue in the dark
Team: Sirius
Challenge: Orte – Gefängniszelle (für mich)
Fandom: Game of Thrones/A song of ice and fire
Charaktere: Arya, Gendry
Sprache: Englisch
Kommentar: Ich habe keine Ahnung, was sie dort tun oder wie sie dort gelandet sind. Außerdem vermutlich das kürzeste, was ich je zur Sommerchallenge gepostet habe.
”I'm scared”, she says silently.
Blue in the dark
”I'm scared”, she says silently. The darkness swallows her words, but they stand out nonetheless. Fear cuts deeper than swords, she remembers. But there are no swords here, only cold stone walls and iron bars and the smell of death.
She waits for him to say something, but instead she feels his hand touching her arm. His skin feels rough from hard work, but warm and comforting all the same. She grabs it, holds it tight, like he might slip away when she lets go. She wishes there would be a torch on the wall, so that she could look upon his face, into those deep blue eyes that sometimes remind her of her brother's and her mother's, even her sister's.
”Me, too”, he says. She presses her face into his rough shirt and feels his arm around her small frame. And if there is a tear running down her cheek and maybe a sob escaping her mouth, none of them will ever talk about it.
Team: Sirius
Challenge: Orte – Gefängniszelle (für mich)
Fandom: Game of Thrones/A song of ice and fire
Charaktere: Arya, Gendry
Sprache: Englisch
Kommentar: Ich habe keine Ahnung, was sie dort tun oder wie sie dort gelandet sind. Außerdem vermutlich das kürzeste, was ich je zur Sommerchallenge gepostet habe.
”I'm scared”, she says silently.
Blue in the dark
”I'm scared”, she says silently. The darkness swallows her words, but they stand out nonetheless. Fear cuts deeper than swords, she remembers. But there are no swords here, only cold stone walls and iron bars and the smell of death.
She waits for him to say something, but instead she feels his hand touching her arm. His skin feels rough from hard work, but warm and comforting all the same. She grabs it, holds it tight, like he might slip away when she lets go. She wishes there would be a torch on the wall, so that she could look upon his face, into those deep blue eyes that sometimes remind her of her brother's and her mother's, even her sister's.
”Me, too”, he says. She presses her face into his rough shirt and feels his arm around her small frame. And if there is a tear running down her cheek and maybe a sob escaping her mouth, none of them will ever talk about it.
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