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white_flowers) wrote2006-06-11 07:03 pm
white_flowers) wrote2006-06-11 07:03 pm
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IC: Midsummer Rising
Midsummer.
Longest day, brightest day, day of celebration for those of the Light and also of the Wild.
It will be a day of great power-- and had once marked the ending of the rising Dark in the world she had once called her own.
But here at the end of all the worlds, she intends to change things. The longest and brightest day it may be, but there is another side to it as well; for at the moment that the sun passes zenith, the time of Light also passes.
So begins the long slow fall into the Dark.
This time, the White Rider means to turn her carefully-gathered power to advantage at that precise moment, bringing the cycle to an entirely different ending -- for everyone.
She is smiling cruelly when she steps out of the forest and starts toward the bar, half-lost in her thoughts and her plans.
Longest day, brightest day, day of celebration for those of the Light and also of the Wild.
It will be a day of great power-- and had once marked the ending of the rising Dark in the world she had once called her own.
But here at the end of all the worlds, she intends to change things. The longest and brightest day it may be, but there is another side to it as well; for at the moment that the sun passes zenith, the time of Light also passes.
So begins the long slow fall into the Dark.
This time, the White Rider means to turn her carefully-gathered power to advantage at that precise moment, bringing the cycle to an entirely different ending -- for everyone.
She is smiling cruelly when she steps out of the forest and starts toward the bar, half-lost in her thoughts and her plans.
no subject
(lux aeterna luceat eis)
There is no sense of pain, for even that burns away in the face of the Light within and the Light without.
(et lux perpetua luceat eis)
And then, suddenly, there is no sense of impact.
(nunc dimittis servum tuum, Domine,
secundum verbum tuum in pace)
But finally there is silence.
Not the oppressive, unnatural silence of the rising Dark...but rather the exhausted yet tranquil silence that remains when a great storm has vented all of its fury, and is no more.
no subject
But even he is not expecting the results. The sudden light. The palpable absence afterwards.
Shock is an emotion he had long since done away with, and, in this moment, is like a physical blow to him. His cold, blue eyes narrow immediately; his mouth opens as if he were about to utter a curse, hastily bitten back. It cannot...
He did not know it could be done.
His lips curl in a silent snarl of malice and contempt, unseen but directed at everyone involved, and the Black Rider is gone.