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Insights SilenceInsights by *FugueState
Noise is a constant. Organic, fabricated, rhythmic, chaotic. Steps on the stairs outside the door - stomping, running, shuffling, stumbling. Voices, all the time, at all hours. Shouting. Laughing. Crying. Cursing. Screaming. Fists and chairs and headboards against walls. Water groaning and knocking through pipes. Wind and rain and street noise seeping through windows and past open doors. Floorboards and walls popping and creaking with age and movement. Vermin scavenging. Radios. Record players. Doors.
His dreams, when he has them, are mercifully silent.
Here Comes the Rain
Rain cleanses nothing here. What it does do is wipe away t


Miscellanea [Ten challenge fic drabbles, multiple fandoms.]Miscellanea by *FugueState
I. Guise
A double-breasted suit straight out of the 1940s, made to measure. Suspenders and a stubbornly white dress shirt. Scarf at the throat, always in a knot. Always. Brown leather gloves scarred at knuckles and fingertips. Brown fedora, drawn low over invisible eyes. Trench coat with seemingly bottomless pockets. Old but well-pedigreed boots showing miles upon miles of walking (and climbing, and fighting) underneath their careful polish they've been re-soled at least twice. The mask, the on


Patronus The children know his name, but they don't say it. To say his name is to call him, and you only do that if you really mean it - if you really need him. Those are the rules.Patronus by *FugueState
(The adults didn't believe, not at first. Their children had simply been lost, and afraid, and their imaginations ran away with them. Only when enough bloodstains had been found, when enough parents caught their children conversing with shadows, did they begin to wonder.)
He only comes to children - to the lost, the endangered. The ones who can't run to safety are found sound asleep wherever they were being held, small peaceful islands at the epicenter of absolute
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| - No one will ever completely understand you. - Someone else will always be better at something than you are. - Someone else will always be worse at something than you are. - No one is ever as happy/confident/secure as you think they are. - Everyone feels alone. Everyone. Some have just come to terms with it. - You are never as alone as you think you are. - You will always be judged by something that has nothing to do with the person you really are. - It is up to you to decide what to do with that. |