Post by Garland Von Clossen on Oct 25, 2009 23:24:33 GMT -5
The day had been like any other. Nothing exciting had happened, save for a brawl between two boogies and Turge. They tried to rip a kid's head off, so Turge knocked their skulls together while Gar scolded them. But now it was night time, an eerie yet peaceful time in the winters of Wonderland. Snow fell silently from his window, Garland sighing as he sat on his bed. Wearing only his black slacks, he scratched the back of his head. Some nights were worse than others... Looking at his night stand he picked up the picture frame next to the candle flickering across the room. It was a picture of Kathryn, his beloved and long since dead wife. Even thousands of years later the pain was so real to him... Was he insane to avoid these normal feelings? Perhaps... But those thoughts are not for those who are about to fall asleep. Kissing the picture gently, as if it were the lips of his lover, he placed it on the stand again and blew out the candle. Another sigh and Garland lay on his side, eyes half open as his mind reeled with memories...
And then the glow came. Turning over in his bed, he looked up, and saw, to his astonishment, what appeared to be ten million fireflies in his room, lighting up the darkness. The eccentric couldn't believe his eyes. Stand up, he could only stare, wondering what sort of thing this was. As polite as he usually was, it looked rather rude for him to just keep his gaze so wide and zipping in amazement from being to being. What was more peculiar was small droplets of what he somehow knew were tears fell from them, glittering as they fell slower than what gravity normal pulled at material objects. And for some reason, without examining the drops that fell all about him, he knew that if he gazed at each one, he'd see a memory about Kathryn, whether it be big or minuscule. Turning slowly, he paused, seeing a cluster forming something before him. Eying it, he couldn't help but feel that he wouldn't be getting anymore sleep tonight. The thing formed into a more solid being than just light. She was a slender woman, a few inches shorter than Garland, and wore a dress that was simple, far from her usual attire. Her bright green eyes and warm smile almost made Garland's legs buckle beneath him. The old lover's approached each other, embracing one another tightly. The flying of the bugs seemed to make sense to Gar now... It was a tempo, a pattern, a meaning. With wet eyes, he looked up, watching the lightning bugs dance above their heads, some down by their feet. Kathryn pulled at the eccentric, pulling him into a simple two step dance. The slow falling glittering tears seemed to resemble the human's disco balls as the light refracted off them, filling the room with many colors of light.
But then again... Everything is never as it seems.
The figure disappeared from his grasp, sending him into a momentary panic. But the sound of his door opening made him snap his neck, looking to see Kathryn gesturing with a finger to follow her out the door. The door swung almost closed behind her, staying open just a crack. Garland no longer desired staying in this room. Sleep was far from an option at this point. A silly smile filled his lips as he took a step toward his door. The smile vanished as he saw the light around him begin to dim. Looking up, he saw that the fireflies were beginning to fade, one by one. A sudden horror filled Garland like never before in his near 30,000 year existence. Looking around, as if to find a way to stop this, he grabbed a jar and a lid. Jumping up, he stole a few from the air and jammed the top on. Looking in it, he saw that he had caught six. They didn't seem to fade, which was good... Another panicking thought struck him. What about Kathryn?
Bursting from his room Garland looked left and right, immediately seeing his lover in the middle of the hall, a few fireflies flying lazily above her head. She stood there, hands behind her back and swaying gently from side to side. That familiar cute smile on her soft face. Sighing in relief, the boogie ran to Kathryn again, holding her close, her arms wrapping around his waist. They swayed together for a few moments, Gar's eyes filling with tears again, again from happiness. "I thought I lost you again..." He whispered, both their grips becoming tighter after he spoke. Pulling back slightly, the two looked at one another. If love were ever to be witnessed in it's purest form, one would not need to look farther than these two. They be creatures of evil, but neither cared for the contradiction. "Oh, Kathryn... I love you so," Garland whispered, his empty hand stroking her cheek gently. The woman closed her bright green orbs, rubbing into his finger, as if she was relishing the moment. The crooked finger turned into a hand cupping her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, full of love and happiness. They bent toward one another, their lips almost touching...
And then Kathryn disappeared. Wild eyed, Garland whipped around, one hand in a fist, the other gripping the jar tightly. "Kathryn?!" He called, only to be met with silence. "KATHRYN!" Garland roared, throwing the now empty jar. He didn't hear the glass shattering against the wall. "You can't fucking do this to me!" The eccentric roared, a heavy sense of reality touching his mind. Not only was the sound of the jar breaking loud, but Garland's voice was growing increasingly loud, only separated by the occasional, but increasing, sobs. "I LOVE HER!" He screamed, before falling to his knees, holding his head in his hands, his ranting starting to die down. "I love her..." Garland repeated, quieter than before. The emotions that he had been trying to forget flooded his body, causing him to fall side ways, clutching his head and curling into the fetal position. Now the only sounds that came from the British boogie was the sound of heavy sobs and wails of despair and agony.
And no one would have seen the fantastic light show, Kathryn, or the glittering memory-tears. All of those were apart of Garland's crazy imagination. If anyone had spied Garland, he had just ran about, then broke down out of nowhere and in the state he was now.
And then the glow came. Turning over in his bed, he looked up, and saw, to his astonishment, what appeared to be ten million fireflies in his room, lighting up the darkness. The eccentric couldn't believe his eyes. Stand up, he could only stare, wondering what sort of thing this was. As polite as he usually was, it looked rather rude for him to just keep his gaze so wide and zipping in amazement from being to being. What was more peculiar was small droplets of what he somehow knew were tears fell from them, glittering as they fell slower than what gravity normal pulled at material objects. And for some reason, without examining the drops that fell all about him, he knew that if he gazed at each one, he'd see a memory about Kathryn, whether it be big or minuscule. Turning slowly, he paused, seeing a cluster forming something before him. Eying it, he couldn't help but feel that he wouldn't be getting anymore sleep tonight. The thing formed into a more solid being than just light. She was a slender woman, a few inches shorter than Garland, and wore a dress that was simple, far from her usual attire. Her bright green eyes and warm smile almost made Garland's legs buckle beneath him. The old lover's approached each other, embracing one another tightly. The flying of the bugs seemed to make sense to Gar now... It was a tempo, a pattern, a meaning. With wet eyes, he looked up, watching the lightning bugs dance above their heads, some down by their feet. Kathryn pulled at the eccentric, pulling him into a simple two step dance. The slow falling glittering tears seemed to resemble the human's disco balls as the light refracted off them, filling the room with many colors of light.
But then again... Everything is never as it seems.
The figure disappeared from his grasp, sending him into a momentary panic. But the sound of his door opening made him snap his neck, looking to see Kathryn gesturing with a finger to follow her out the door. The door swung almost closed behind her, staying open just a crack. Garland no longer desired staying in this room. Sleep was far from an option at this point. A silly smile filled his lips as he took a step toward his door. The smile vanished as he saw the light around him begin to dim. Looking up, he saw that the fireflies were beginning to fade, one by one. A sudden horror filled Garland like never before in his near 30,000 year existence. Looking around, as if to find a way to stop this, he grabbed a jar and a lid. Jumping up, he stole a few from the air and jammed the top on. Looking in it, he saw that he had caught six. They didn't seem to fade, which was good... Another panicking thought struck him. What about Kathryn?
Bursting from his room Garland looked left and right, immediately seeing his lover in the middle of the hall, a few fireflies flying lazily above her head. She stood there, hands behind her back and swaying gently from side to side. That familiar cute smile on her soft face. Sighing in relief, the boogie ran to Kathryn again, holding her close, her arms wrapping around his waist. They swayed together for a few moments, Gar's eyes filling with tears again, again from happiness. "I thought I lost you again..." He whispered, both their grips becoming tighter after he spoke. Pulling back slightly, the two looked at one another. If love were ever to be witnessed in it's purest form, one would not need to look farther than these two. They be creatures of evil, but neither cared for the contradiction. "Oh, Kathryn... I love you so," Garland whispered, his empty hand stroking her cheek gently. The woman closed her bright green orbs, rubbing into his finger, as if she was relishing the moment. The crooked finger turned into a hand cupping her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, full of love and happiness. They bent toward one another, their lips almost touching...
And then Kathryn disappeared. Wild eyed, Garland whipped around, one hand in a fist, the other gripping the jar tightly. "Kathryn?!" He called, only to be met with silence. "KATHRYN!" Garland roared, throwing the now empty jar. He didn't hear the glass shattering against the wall. "You can't fucking do this to me!" The eccentric roared, a heavy sense of reality touching his mind. Not only was the sound of the jar breaking loud, but Garland's voice was growing increasingly loud, only separated by the occasional, but increasing, sobs. "I LOVE HER!" He screamed, before falling to his knees, holding his head in his hands, his ranting starting to die down. "I love her..." Garland repeated, quieter than before. The emotions that he had been trying to forget flooded his body, causing him to fall side ways, clutching his head and curling into the fetal position. Now the only sounds that came from the British boogie was the sound of heavy sobs and wails of despair and agony.
And no one would have seen the fantastic light show, Kathryn, or the glittering memory-tears. All of those were apart of Garland's crazy imagination. If anyone had spied Garland, he had just ran about, then broke down out of nowhere and in the state he was now.
