Final Thoughts of Mortal Minds by melblue, literature
Final Thoughts of Mortal Minds
He was starring up at the ceiling. Ravenier de Corbeau had long forgotten what it was like to dream, for dreams meant sleep, and he knew all too well that soon he would sleep forever. To sleep now was pointless, for nights were filled with cold sweat and cries of pain. The room felt like a pot of stew that was slowly cooking him for some great meal, and Ravenier laughed to think of all the times he'd not pitied what he cooked. 'So this is what it feels like', he thought to himself. He was going insane, his mind crumbling under the heat that filled him as illness slowly conquered his body, piece by piece. Death was coming to claim him, and Rav
The room was pitch black.
Not the kind of pitch black where your eyes adjust after a few minutes; the kind of pitch black where you can't even tell if your eyes are open or not. But that hardly mattered, since she'd gone this same way nearly every night for the past month or so, and even more frequently in the light. All things considered, it shouldn't have come as a surprise when her shin met with an unseen --but very real-- object, with just-as-real corners. She should have seen it coming, even though she couldn't see.
Elisa's hand flew to her mouth, muffling a yelp and (barely) containing the imminent curses. Had anyone heard? She froze
It was clearly daylight--must have been mid-afternoon--and I was still in bed. Not alone, though, and certainly not sleeping. A golden haired, shirtless elf was resting against the wall beside me, the backlighting of the window making his hair glow angelically around the edges. I sat back and listened as he lovingly fingered his guitar. The same wordless tune he'd played for me a million and one times before, and I was still just as captivated, if not more so, as the first time I'd heard it. Like the elf that created it, the melody was fast, clear, sweet, and fun, but there was something mysterious behind it. It was that mystery that made thi