Death is such an odd thing
Jun 13, 2008 18:06:11 GMT -5
Post by Lady Norrington on Jun 13, 2008 18:06:11 GMT -5
((I am totally unashamed to admit that this is this song, through and through, or at least up until Chagal wakes up. But it's pretty much the same situation.))
After making sure Pina was all right, and still wearing her nightgown and slightly singed shawl, Megan made her way to the east wing, where Erik had been taken after he had gone unconscious.
He was laid out on a bed in some bedroom that had once belonged to some obscure de Winter ancestor. It was dark, and Megan was relying on the light from the hallway.
Someone had already assumed he was dead, it seemed, and pulled the sheet over his face. Megan timidly approached the bed, took a deep breath, and pulled back the sheet.
She almost screamed. He was hideous in a wholly different way than he had been before her wish. Hideous, and yet calm. His eyes were shut, at least. It was hard to read his expression.
Megan looked over him slowly. They hadn't bothered to redress him, and she could see that at least his entire upper body was ruined. Yet there was still something about his seemingly expressionless face that bothered her- he looked almost as if he were sleeping.
"Oh, God, look at you," she sighed.
She gingerly touched his hand. It felt cold, and slightly sticky.
"Your hands are like ice, Erik..."
As she kept looking at him laying there like that, she began to feel very bitter.
"You were never like this when you were alive, you know. You never just lay still like you're doing now, or looked so peaceful..." Megan muttered to his body. "It's strange, what death will do to a person.
"I mean, I remember when I first met you. Or after that wish... God, I was so young and stupid back then. And you never loved me, but you were always so willing to sleep with me after that wish. Me and everyone else. "
She sighed again, and then the bitterness erupted fully.
"You were such a bastard, Erik. All you ever cared about was yourself and- and sex- and you knew I didn't really have a choice around you... But- but now? Now you have to listen to everything I'm saying, and you can't even argue with me."
Megan shook her head, full of conflicting emotions, and turned away long enough to light a candle before turning back to him.
"Nobody as terrible as you were should have any right to be able to lay there as calmly as you are now! You treated me like a whore when I wanted you, called me frigid when I didn't... you hurt me, you took me away from Pina, you separated me from the whole world, you nearly drove me insane-"
She realized now that she was crying.
"But when I look at you there on that bed... God, I swear you look almost kind. So pitiful that I can't even hate you..."
After making sure Pina was all right, and still wearing her nightgown and slightly singed shawl, Megan made her way to the east wing, where Erik had been taken after he had gone unconscious.
He was laid out on a bed in some bedroom that had once belonged to some obscure de Winter ancestor. It was dark, and Megan was relying on the light from the hallway.
Someone had already assumed he was dead, it seemed, and pulled the sheet over his face. Megan timidly approached the bed, took a deep breath, and pulled back the sheet.
She almost screamed. He was hideous in a wholly different way than he had been before her wish. Hideous, and yet calm. His eyes were shut, at least. It was hard to read his expression.
Megan looked over him slowly. They hadn't bothered to redress him, and she could see that at least his entire upper body was ruined. Yet there was still something about his seemingly expressionless face that bothered her- he looked almost as if he were sleeping.
"Oh, God, look at you," she sighed.
She gingerly touched his hand. It felt cold, and slightly sticky.
"Your hands are like ice, Erik..."
As she kept looking at him laying there like that, she began to feel very bitter.
"You were never like this when you were alive, you know. You never just lay still like you're doing now, or looked so peaceful..." Megan muttered to his body. "It's strange, what death will do to a person.
"I mean, I remember when I first met you. Or after that wish... God, I was so young and stupid back then. And you never loved me, but you were always so willing to sleep with me after that wish. Me and everyone else. "
She sighed again, and then the bitterness erupted fully.
"You were such a bastard, Erik. All you ever cared about was yourself and- and sex- and you knew I didn't really have a choice around you... But- but now? Now you have to listen to everything I'm saying, and you can't even argue with me."
Megan shook her head, full of conflicting emotions, and turned away long enough to light a candle before turning back to him.
"Nobody as terrible as you were should have any right to be able to lay there as calmly as you are now! You treated me like a whore when I wanted you, called me frigid when I didn't... you hurt me, you took me away from Pina, you separated me from the whole world, you nearly drove me insane-"
She realized now that she was crying.
"But when I look at you there on that bed... God, I swear you look almost kind. So pitiful that I can't even hate you..."