Closed Eyes
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katleeptTitle: Closed Eyes
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Original
Character/Pairing: OCs
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
a_war_of_roses: All Souls Night (If you join, be sure to tell them Kat Lee of Team White Roses sent you!)
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 470
Date Written: 18 September 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: This one's all mine, folks.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" she asks, watching her old friend rock her child's cradle.
"She can't see me. She's asleep," she answers, "and even if she wasn't, she won't remember this."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Besides, it's the least I can do. I should have been her uncle -- "
"You are."
He smiles although it's eerie seeing a disembodied smile floating above a cradle. Her baby gurgles happily in her sleep, and she looks closer, once more seeing her phantom friend. "I still don't know how you manage to do that without a head."
"If I hadn't lost my head, maybe I wouldn't be trapped. Maybe I'd be with you again with an actual body in this lifetime."
"I don't know," she says, turning her gaze out the window where she can see Native Americans walking around on her lawn. "There are many of you trapped."
"I wonder if she'll be able to see us when she grows up like you do?"
His old friend with whom he used to fight side by side when she had a man's body smiles once more upon him. "We'll make certain she does."
"Really?"
"You'll be here to teach her. Besides, we can't have her not knowing her legacy." She walks over and kisses her child's forehead. "She has to know you all."
The child wakes and looks into the ghost's phantom face. She doesn't scream. She coos instead and reaches up for her uncle. He smiles, tickles her, and makes her laugh.
The child will grow, and she'll hold to the things of imagination for a lot longer than other children her age until one day she, too, hardened by loss, can no longer see what is right in front of her. "I don't know why she can no longer see you," her mother laments after her grown daughter has left for her job.
"She'll be back one day," he responds, still floating beside his best friend, "one day when she needs us the most."
"I hope you're right."
Now it's his turn to reassure his oldest friend. "I am," he vows, not knowing the child feels a large part of herself missing. It's right before her very eyes; yet, she can not see it. She can not see them although they remain all around her. The ways of adulthood have stripped her of the vision she once had.
Her mother tries to talk to her, but she scoffs, pushing away her beliefs. After all, how can one believe in what one can not see? She needs her family now worse than ever before, and although they're all around her, she can not see them. Adulthood has made her old before her time and more bitter than they ever thought she'd be as a child. Still, they remain, hoping one day she'll see them again.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Original
Character/Pairing: OCs
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt:
a_war_of_roses: All Souls Night (If you join, be sure to tell them Kat Lee of Team White Roses sent you!)Warning(s): None
Word Count: 470
Date Written: 18 September 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: This one's all mine, folks.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" she asks, watching her old friend rock her child's cradle.
"She can't see me. She's asleep," she answers, "and even if she wasn't, she won't remember this."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Besides, it's the least I can do. I should have been her uncle -- "
"You are."
He smiles although it's eerie seeing a disembodied smile floating above a cradle. Her baby gurgles happily in her sleep, and she looks closer, once more seeing her phantom friend. "I still don't know how you manage to do that without a head."
"If I hadn't lost my head, maybe I wouldn't be trapped. Maybe I'd be with you again with an actual body in this lifetime."
"I don't know," she says, turning her gaze out the window where she can see Native Americans walking around on her lawn. "There are many of you trapped."
"I wonder if she'll be able to see us when she grows up like you do?"
His old friend with whom he used to fight side by side when she had a man's body smiles once more upon him. "We'll make certain she does."
"Really?"
"You'll be here to teach her. Besides, we can't have her not knowing her legacy." She walks over and kisses her child's forehead. "She has to know you all."
The child wakes and looks into the ghost's phantom face. She doesn't scream. She coos instead and reaches up for her uncle. He smiles, tickles her, and makes her laugh.
The child will grow, and she'll hold to the things of imagination for a lot longer than other children her age until one day she, too, hardened by loss, can no longer see what is right in front of her. "I don't know why she can no longer see you," her mother laments after her grown daughter has left for her job.
"She'll be back one day," he responds, still floating beside his best friend, "one day when she needs us the most."
"I hope you're right."
Now it's his turn to reassure his oldest friend. "I am," he vows, not knowing the child feels a large part of herself missing. It's right before her very eyes; yet, she can not see it. She can not see them although they remain all around her. The ways of adulthood have stripped her of the vision she once had.
Her mother tries to talk to her, but she scoffs, pushing away her beliefs. After all, how can one believe in what one can not see? She needs her family now worse than ever before, and although they're all around her, she can not see them. Adulthood has made her old before her time and more bitter than they ever thought she'd be as a child. Still, they remain, hoping one day she'll see them again.
The End
