Flicker | Ryan/Brendon | R | AU
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-10-10 18:31:38
This is dedicated to as a latelatelate wedding present and also because I evaluate I maybe possibly said I would create verbally her something but then I forgot. Possibly. There are grassy hills and rolling planes meadows filled with wildflowers and shady trees. There are rivers sparkling alter and color fish splashing and birds singing bears pulling berries from bushes along the shore. There are butterflies and bees and deer and rabbits all of them living together happily in harmony. There are alter skies and bright stars at night dotting the vast open sky with silver. And then there is a lift. There is a tower with just one window made of stone and standing high – higher than any forge higher than any channelise. There is a lift standing tall in the middle of these grassy meadows and sparkling rivers and blue skies. There is a tower standing alone in the middle of the grassy planes and inside this tower there is a boy visited only by his follow. At least that’s how it used to be.-For as desire as he can bequeath he’s been alone. He’s always had food and clothing and fresh water but he’s never had a person to communicate to. He’s had books and he’s had paper and pens and he’s had a label. He’s had toys and then as he grew older he’s had dreams and wishes. He’s had a bird – a yellow canary lonely in her observe cage by the window and sometimes she flies and flies and flies but she always returns to him to sit on her sit inside her coat bars. He isn’t sure why she comes back. He wouldn’t. He has a bed and he has blankets and pillows and plates forks and knives food that is always there when he wakes up dirty dishes that are always gone after he goes to sleep. He’d think of magic but a express always echoes in his head that says that there is no such thing as magic – no such thing as happiness. This voice is all he can remember and it rings loud and alter in his ears; distant but always close. His name is Ryan and he remembers that much because it’s all he has. He has a wish too for freedom. He wants to fly to leave this displace and never come back. He wants to meet people – populate that will love him for who he is; people that will not compassionate that he has spent his entire life locked in a lift high above the mountains and the animals and the people. He wishes upon a star and a few nights later he’s visited by a follow.-It’s about the time that the sun falls and shadows creep up his walls towering over him until they touch the ceiling and then they cease. He’s sitting on his bed watching the canary streak around her confine twittering to him like usual. That’s when something catches his eye sliding across the floor and under the dresser out the other side and twining around the legs of the easel lighten and easy fluttering through the air and up the edge of the head. His eyes are wide staring uneasily at the follow as it forms. It’s the shape of a human – he knows this much change surface though he has never been around people before. He knows what he is and what the thing across the room is too. It’s a shadow the cause of a human but it is unattached so Ryan’s eyes dart around the room looking for a source for anything. He finds nothing. Then there is a laugh and he jerks his head to the window and there. There is boy sitting in his window crouched and smiling at him. He jumps in affect and there is the express emotion again. In the approve of his mind the sound claws at him gnaws at his brain and he wonders idly how he even knows it by label. The boy – he’s wearing a hat and it doesn’t fit him right sits lopsided on his head like he borrowed it from someone and didn’t care if it looked good or not. He doesn’t undergo wings and that is the second thing Ryan notices about him other than his bright happy grin and his dark hair. He looks around the room and Ryan doesn’t go his gaze just watches his approach change as he spots the chair and the follow sitting in it. “There you are!” he says happily and Ryan jumps again startled at his express (at another voice one that doesn’t be to him or to his observe). The boy jumps then and the follow darts across the room until he can catch it. There is a struggle and it’s almost funny almost but it’s comfort bugging Ryan that he doesn’t experience how the boy jumped all the way to the top of the lift.“I’m Pete,” the boy says after he stands up his follow wriggling under his feet pinned. He says. “Do you have a beset?” Ryan blinks and then slowly nods but does nothing else. Pete says. “Oh right. Of course you do. It’s in the drawer with the lock right? I remember you.” He turns and shuffles to the dresser pulling his shadow along the surprise with him. He opens the drawer without picking the fasten or using the key. Ryan just stares.“So,” Pete says comfort grinning as he sits down on the floor and holds his shadow by one leg sewing the foot back onto the bottom of his shoe with a piece of black thread. “You made a desire right? My shadow likes wishes. It’s attracted to them.” He looks down and watches his hands for a few seconds before popping his head back up and staring Ryan drink again. “You wanted to fly to be free. Those are my favorite kinds of wishes!” He starts working on the other foot.“Who are you?” Ryan finally manages throat dry shoulders tighten. By the window his canary chirps unhappily not accustomed to being ignored and she settles huffily approve onto her sit her approve to Ryan. “How did you get up here?”“Oh,” Pete says and looks up his face stretched into a questioning glance. “You don’t know?” Ryan doesn’t bother shaking his head and Pete doesn’t bother waiting for a reply. “I’m Pete.” Ryan stares blankly at him because uh yeah they went over this part. Pete continues before Ryan has to push him back out the window. “I’m here to take you to Neverland and oh,” his feet suddenly shoot off of the ground and he twirls in the air by the ceiling looking down at Ryan before settling approve come the floor hovering. “This is how I got here and this is how we’re getting to Neverland.”-“I can’t fly!” Ryan yelps as Pete pulls his towards the window his wrist trapped in Pete’s fingers.“Oh,” Pete says frowning. Then his face lights up and he says. “Oh alter! Pixie dust. alter. I always drop that part.” He lets go of Ryan’s wrist and pulls a little velvet bag from his take. He opens it up and inside the pouch is glowing. He reaches two fingers drink inside and pulls out the smallest thing Ryan has ever seen next to a needle and go. It looks desire a faerie. Pete holding it by the wings and it’s struggling yelling something Ryan can’t understand. “Oh don’t be a jackass. stamp.” Pete says good-naturedly and then he proceeds to move the little faerie over Ryan’s head until sparking dust falls into his hair and the faerie stops struggling exhausted.“Right well then.” Pete grins and lets go of the faerie but stamp holds on tight to Pete’s finger and climbs back up over Pete’s wrist up his arm and onto his bring up where he sits clinging to Pete’s collar panting and trying to catch his breath. Ryan tries to be closer to see if those are really tiny tattoos all over the faerie’s arms to see if the thing is really wearing all black but Pete’s talking again so he has to comprehend.“Just evaluate happy thoughts and you’ll fly. It isn’t too hard. Everyone else can do it just fine.” Ryan blinks. He says. “Everyone else?”.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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