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tamingthemuseTitle: Fringe
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian Legends)
Prompt: #305 - Fringe
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian Legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: It was easy to be invisible.
It was easy to be invisible. You only had to turn off the light, back away in a corner, slow your breathing down and close your eyes. Mordred had learned many secrets this way. It had been useful in those times when he was leaving for his mother.
Only now she was gone and he didn't need to disappear anymore. He could live, he could breathe, he could become part of something. The problem was he didn't know how to, had never been taught to mix and integrate. Of course he knew how to socialise and be with people. He knew how to make itself popular, he was a king at this game. What he didn't know was not to pretend, to trust and believe in others.
He was scared they would see through him and felt he had to lie again and again. He couldn't come close, couldn't allow anyone in or else he would be revealed for the cheat he was. So he had to fade in the background, become invisible, part of the furniture. Part of the furniture...
Mordred jerked upright in his bed, his breathing heavy, his heart beating fast, too fast in his chest. He looked around him. It felt like the four walls of his room were closing in on him, ready to trap him, engulf him and make him become part of them.
He shut his eyes tight. "Back away..." He muttered through gritted teeth, pressing his hands against his skull. "Go away, go away..." He needed the thoughts to flee, the instinct to vanish. He wanted to be free.
He forced his eyes open, slowly moving his hand back down. The walls hadn't moved. His breathing started to slow back to a normal rhythm, his heart calming down. He got out of bed and headed for the shower. He turned it on, full power, cold water.
The icy drops felt good against his burning skin, melting away the sweat. He thought he could hear steam coming out of his body. He leaned against. The wall, closed his eyes and let the water run for a few more minutes. As he stepped out of the shower his fingers were blue, his body was shaking.
He walked back naked to his bed and fell into bed. He closed his eyes, his body still shaking uncontrollably. He rolled himself into a ball and rocked left and right, the cover burning his icy skin.
After a while he didn't feel anything, didn't hear the sirens outside, the alarm clock ringing in every apartment around him. He was asleep, unconscious in a land of dreams numbed by an icy flame, red hot from the cold, from the heat, stopping his thoughts process, his dream.
He was as dead, invisible but here. No dreams, no pictures, only his naked body on muddy brown cover, blood dripping from his side. Maybe he could become part of things if he stained them enough, marked them with his presence. Maybe he could enter the world by leaving it.
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian Legends)
Prompt: #305 - Fringe
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian Legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: It was easy to be invisible.
It was easy to be invisible. You only had to turn off the light, back away in a corner, slow your breathing down and close your eyes. Mordred had learned many secrets this way. It had been useful in those times when he was leaving for his mother.
Only now she was gone and he didn't need to disappear anymore. He could live, he could breathe, he could become part of something. The problem was he didn't know how to, had never been taught to mix and integrate. Of course he knew how to socialise and be with people. He knew how to make itself popular, he was a king at this game. What he didn't know was not to pretend, to trust and believe in others.
He was scared they would see through him and felt he had to lie again and again. He couldn't come close, couldn't allow anyone in or else he would be revealed for the cheat he was. So he had to fade in the background, become invisible, part of the furniture. Part of the furniture...
Mordred jerked upright in his bed, his breathing heavy, his heart beating fast, too fast in his chest. He looked around him. It felt like the four walls of his room were closing in on him, ready to trap him, engulf him and make him become part of them.
He shut his eyes tight. "Back away..." He muttered through gritted teeth, pressing his hands against his skull. "Go away, go away..." He needed the thoughts to flee, the instinct to vanish. He wanted to be free.
He forced his eyes open, slowly moving his hand back down. The walls hadn't moved. His breathing started to slow back to a normal rhythm, his heart calming down. He got out of bed and headed for the shower. He turned it on, full power, cold water.
The icy drops felt good against his burning skin, melting away the sweat. He thought he could hear steam coming out of his body. He leaned against. The wall, closed his eyes and let the water run for a few more minutes. As he stepped out of the shower his fingers were blue, his body was shaking.
He walked back naked to his bed and fell into bed. He closed his eyes, his body still shaking uncontrollably. He rolled himself into a ball and rocked left and right, the cover burning his icy skin.
After a while he didn't feel anything, didn't hear the sirens outside, the alarm clock ringing in every apartment around him. He was asleep, unconscious in a land of dreams numbed by an icy flame, red hot from the cold, from the heat, stopping his thoughts process, his dream.
He was as dead, invisible but here. No dreams, no pictures, only his naked body on muddy brown cover, blood dripping from his side. Maybe he could become part of things if he stained them enough, marked them with his presence. Maybe he could enter the world by leaving it.
