a Clockwork Rabbit

So, I wrote a mini post for Zero’s story.

Shiva wept. I really think I’m going to move that blog to this server, too.

For ease of posting and such. Anyway, here’s a blurb from the story that I didn’t post.

She made it snow. Great swirling flakes that pinwheeled from the sky like angel feathers. I bowed my head and watched them kiss the scalded earth and melt, leaving barely a trace of moisture behind. What fools these mortals be… they shouted and rejoiced, cavorting at the foot of the walls outside of the ravaged castle As if she made every snowflake for them. Every cloud was a blessing, every breeze a benediction. I knew better. I’ve looked into those smoke and hemitite eyes and I saw what happens to a woman who becomes a goddess. There’s nothing there outside of the cold. Nothing new outside of the cruelty. She crouches like a spider on a web of ice and sleet and snow and waits. She hungers but never feeds, letting her prey grow fat and somambulant. And when she reaches out even her slaughter will look like salvation. I looked up when hailed, snapped out of my thoughts by a cry. For a moment there was a girl with blond hair, stiff with ice, staring at me. Her expression was fixated and everything else seemed to fall away. The crowd, the snow, the taunting wind. Everything fell away from the power of those leaf green eyes. I didn’t realize that I’d moved until I was forcing my way through the press of bodies towards her. She spun and almost dissapeared, I’d see her here… there… just close enough to touch but too far away to halt. Then the crowd thinned and we faced each other. But those eyes weren’t the shock of green they were a moment ago, they were muddy and almost brown. “What…who are you?” I asked, wetting my lips and wishing for a gun in my hand. I didn’t like things I couldn’t explain. I didn’t like a world of fairies and gods. She smiled and tilted her head, those eyes flashed green again like sunlight off of pond water and something looked out at me through her. For the span of a heartbeat the girl infront of me was like a shop window, while prisoner behind the glass was a fierce, intelligent and absolutely alien force. I recoiled and backed away. I’ve had enough of being the pawn of eldricht things. She frowned and reached out to me, “Don’t you want to know?” she asked, her voice overlaiden with mystery. I shook my head and curled my hands into fists. “Fuck you.” I ground out. She flaired. For a moment brighter than the muted sun, brighter than anything I’ve ever seen. “I am a-” she began but I cut her off with a wave of my hand. “A what? A goddess? I’ve heard enough of that from her.” I flung a gesture at the castle walls. “And I’m sick of you all. You want me, you come to me.” I turned away then back again, shivering in my rage. But there was nothing to say, no way to express the depth of my hatred. It didn’t matter, the girl was gone. Of course.