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metamorphosis2012-04-08 01:44 am
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-04-08 01:44 am
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Title: r is for restless
Character: Spada Belforma
Rating: G
84/365.
It’s three in the morning and he lays in bed, tapping his fingers against his thigh and listening to his one and a half year old son cough violently in his crib. It comes in bursts that settles down after longer and longer periods, and his wife often leaves the bed to try and end them sooner. The warm spot where she’d once lain grows colder and colder until Spada stretches out over it and closes his eyes, listening to the gentle hum of her voice trying to sing away the sickness, but he doesn’t sleep. His fingers start up their tapping again, in this time in rhythm with every cough, and while he’s not the sort of man to believe in faith (he never has been, because when has faith ever been there for him? — having the soul of a god helps with the lack of, too, and knowing you were part of the cataclysm that caused the whole of heaven to fall deters believing in anything but yourself as well —) he hopes and prays his son’ll live and grow stronger because of his illness, just as any Belforma should.
Character: Spada Belforma
Rating: G
84/365.
It’s three in the morning and he lays in bed, tapping his fingers against his thigh and listening to his one and a half year old son cough violently in his crib. It comes in bursts that settles down after longer and longer periods, and his wife often leaves the bed to try and end them sooner. The warm spot where she’d once lain grows colder and colder until Spada stretches out over it and closes his eyes, listening to the gentle hum of her voice trying to sing away the sickness, but he doesn’t sleep. His fingers start up their tapping again, in this time in rhythm with every cough, and while he’s not the sort of man to believe in faith (he never has been, because when has faith ever been there for him? — having the soul of a god helps with the lack of, too, and knowing you were part of the cataclysm that caused the whole of heaven to fall deters believing in anything but yourself as well —) he hopes and prays his son’ll live and grow stronger because of his illness, just as any Belforma should.