to tell you how much I've missed you; library (closed to Alan)
[ The library door is open.
There's a scattering of Go stones spilling out across the hall, white and black flecks in a sliver of cool, flickering light. Harmless, aren't they- another splash is here, just inside, drips in ones and twos delineating a winding path through shadowed stacks, a labyrinth in miniature.
If he hurries, there's a prize to be found: a form half hidden beneath a table, discarded as one might a rag doll. A back, the peek of pale feet; an arm set at too awkward an angle to be real, surely.
A disc in white, locked into its dock, quiet and unlit.
White flowers frame a head of silver hair, a crown of fragile little things over a face too terribly familiar for the man who finds it. No dream, no horrid imagining, just Flynn, still and serene in death, and wearing the ugly marks of violence on his throat. ]
cr: character death; circumstances afford me no second chance
[ The library door is open.
There's a scattering of Go stones spilling out across the hall, white and black flecks in a sliver of cool, flickering light. Harmless, aren't they- another splash is here, just inside, drips in ones and twos delineating a winding path through shadowed stacks, a labyrinth in miniature.
If he hurries, there's a prize to be found: a form half hidden beneath a table, discarded as one might a rag doll. A back, the peek of pale feet; an arm set at too awkward an angle to be real, surely.
A disc in white, locked into its dock, quiet and unlit.
White flowers frame a head of silver hair, a crown of fragile little things over a face too terribly familiar for the man who finds it. No dream, no horrid imagining, just Flynn, still and serene in death, and wearing the ugly marks of violence on his throat. ]