Post by ♥Lar Rackell♥ on Sept 3, 2007 8:59:39 GMT -5
Calcifer
The flame didn't want to start up. The perfume was poured on the ground, ready to fuel the shy flare. It was touched to the hole in which the the perfume lined and it rose into a dome of a brilliant blue blaze tipped with golden points. Within the blue, the sand sparked, seemingly organized as the mixed with the gold before they disappeared. The hot fire came to be called Calcifer. It was stubborn, but did what was wanted of it. Toward the end of his second minute, he wanted to be his own. The gold was no longer there but white instead and the sand sat quiet, sending nothing of its own into him. Calcifer began to dance, portraying the lives of every flame from past and future. He dance hard and in circles as, slowly, he disappeared, becoming a flame of the past.
The Incident
I wasn't conscious of much. I laid against the hard fire place, fading in and out from black to the dark room around me. I heard a door open. It seemed to echo in my mind, though I couldn't imagine why. At the time, I couldn't think of much anyway, just the pain of my arms mostly in my wrists. My brother was suddenly over me, an expression on his face I had never seen before. I guess, my eyes closed, things went black again. I did hear him call my name. I saw him again, this time closer with a phone to his ear. I didn't want to be awake, alive even. I knew it wouldn't be long until I got what I wanted. I felt my head fall back. This time I didn't come back to consciousness so soon.
But I did come back, waking on a bed in a bright room. It was tilted up, the first thing i did was look at my bandaged arms, not wanting to acknowledge those around me.
The flame didn't want to start up. The perfume was poured on the ground, ready to fuel the shy flare. It was touched to the hole in which the the perfume lined and it rose into a dome of a brilliant blue blaze tipped with golden points. Within the blue, the sand sparked, seemingly organized as the mixed with the gold before they disappeared. The hot fire came to be called Calcifer. It was stubborn, but did what was wanted of it. Toward the end of his second minute, he wanted to be his own. The gold was no longer there but white instead and the sand sat quiet, sending nothing of its own into him. Calcifer began to dance, portraying the lives of every flame from past and future. He dance hard and in circles as, slowly, he disappeared, becoming a flame of the past.
The Incident
I wasn't conscious of much. I laid against the hard fire place, fading in and out from black to the dark room around me. I heard a door open. It seemed to echo in my mind, though I couldn't imagine why. At the time, I couldn't think of much anyway, just the pain of my arms mostly in my wrists. My brother was suddenly over me, an expression on his face I had never seen before. I guess, my eyes closed, things went black again. I did hear him call my name. I saw him again, this time closer with a phone to his ear. I didn't want to be awake, alive even. I knew it wouldn't be long until I got what I wanted. I felt my head fall back. This time I didn't come back to consciousness so soon.
But I did come back, waking on a bed in a bright room. It was tilted up, the first thing i did was look at my bandaged arms, not wanting to acknowledge those around me.
