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tamingthemuseAuthor : naughty_bangles
Title : Beacon
Rating : PG
Word Count : 605
Prompt 416 : Lighthouse
Summary : The unleashed sea under him was the only thing in which he would find peace.
The unleashed sea under him was the only thing in which he would find peace. His only solace was in the terrifying sound of waves crashing on the rocks below, in the coldness of the wind, carrying the wet and salty scent of the water, in the music of strong rain falling onto the roof, tapping against the windows, dampening the leaves of the meager greenery of this rocky patch of land. Sometimes, thunder and lightnings would join the party, and the result was as magnificent as it was deadly. And, whatever the time, the stream of light would pierce the veil of darkness around, flying over the sea as far as it could, signaling earth to the ships caught in the sea's fury.
He didn't like it, when the sea was all calm and silent, even if he knew it was better for the sailors gone accross it to reach other lands. It was when everything was quiet that the nightmares came back, not caring if he was asleep or actually awake. It was the silence that was the most unnerving, all those moments to wait for something to happen, something bad, to tire yourself listening to every sound around you, afraid and eager to hear a footstep, a broken twig, any sign that the enemy was coming, that the wait was over, that maybe this time, death was coming for them all. When you have waited long enough, even death would be a welcomed change. To this day, he coudn't stop himself from listening too hard when the weather was calm, from listening for the signs of death, even if he knew he was safe, here, in the lighthouse. Those years were over. Nothing was trying to kill him now.
The only thing that had prevented him to give up and seek death himself had been Betty. She had been his beacon, for all that time it had spent away from here, the place every one of his steps aimed at reaching. Sometimes he had had to take convoluted roads to get to her, but he had never let his eyes get away from his goal. And it had worked. Somehow, after years and years away, he had gotten back to Betty. And she had been his solace, too, but like the sea, it only worked when she was in front of him, all lively and noisy and asking for his attention. As soon as the calmness was back, the nightmares were. It wasn't her fault. It was nobody's fault. Something was just broken inside of him.
And then one day she died, and all that was left was pain and silence. He had tried to keep up with the life they had built together, tried to hold on to all those objects, all those habits, that were so Betty, but he couldn't, and in the end he realised it was more painful than helpful.
And then he had found out about the lighthouse.
When the last occupier had died, nobody wanted to go and replace him in the old lighthouse at the end of the land. It was too a lonely place, too a lonely life for the local youth. He had needed a change of scenery, a change of habits, a change of everything, and he had taken upon the job. He liked the idea of it. Just as much as Betty had been the beacon that had brought him back home, he was now taking care of the light that brought countless men and women back to the safety of solid ground.
He liked the idea of a good payback.
Title : Beacon
Rating : PG
Word Count : 605
Prompt 416 : Lighthouse
Summary : The unleashed sea under him was the only thing in which he would find peace.
The unleashed sea under him was the only thing in which he would find peace. His only solace was in the terrifying sound of waves crashing on the rocks below, in the coldness of the wind, carrying the wet and salty scent of the water, in the music of strong rain falling onto the roof, tapping against the windows, dampening the leaves of the meager greenery of this rocky patch of land. Sometimes, thunder and lightnings would join the party, and the result was as magnificent as it was deadly. And, whatever the time, the stream of light would pierce the veil of darkness around, flying over the sea as far as it could, signaling earth to the ships caught in the sea's fury.
He didn't like it, when the sea was all calm and silent, even if he knew it was better for the sailors gone accross it to reach other lands. It was when everything was quiet that the nightmares came back, not caring if he was asleep or actually awake. It was the silence that was the most unnerving, all those moments to wait for something to happen, something bad, to tire yourself listening to every sound around you, afraid and eager to hear a footstep, a broken twig, any sign that the enemy was coming, that the wait was over, that maybe this time, death was coming for them all. When you have waited long enough, even death would be a welcomed change. To this day, he coudn't stop himself from listening too hard when the weather was calm, from listening for the signs of death, even if he knew he was safe, here, in the lighthouse. Those years were over. Nothing was trying to kill him now.
The only thing that had prevented him to give up and seek death himself had been Betty. She had been his beacon, for all that time it had spent away from here, the place every one of his steps aimed at reaching. Sometimes he had had to take convoluted roads to get to her, but he had never let his eyes get away from his goal. And it had worked. Somehow, after years and years away, he had gotten back to Betty. And she had been his solace, too, but like the sea, it only worked when she was in front of him, all lively and noisy and asking for his attention. As soon as the calmness was back, the nightmares were. It wasn't her fault. It was nobody's fault. Something was just broken inside of him.
And then one day she died, and all that was left was pain and silence. He had tried to keep up with the life they had built together, tried to hold on to all those objects, all those habits, that were so Betty, but he couldn't, and in the end he realised it was more painful than helpful.
And then he had found out about the lighthouse.
When the last occupier had died, nobody wanted to go and replace him in the old lighthouse at the end of the land. It was too a lonely place, too a lonely life for the local youth. He had needed a change of scenery, a change of habits, a change of everything, and he had taken upon the job. He liked the idea of it. Just as much as Betty had been the beacon that had brought him back home, he was now taking care of the light that brought countless men and women back to the safety of solid ground.
He liked the idea of a good payback.
