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[#001] some dreams never do come true (Blood Blockade Battlefront)
Theme Prompt: new beginnings
Title: some dreams never do come true
Fandom: Blood Blockade Battlefront
Rating/Warnings: Ep 12 spoilers
Bonus: No
Word Count: 962
Summary: Hellsalem's Lot may have recovered from the attempted second Great Collapse, but Black hasn't.
In a way, dying had given White a new lease on life.
It's mostly a world outside the one she had known, a kind of void she floats in and feels the thrum of the city in her veins, but it's peaceful. She can pinpoint specific people with her outstretched arms, dance the wind and fog around them with the tips of her fingers, but that's all. There's no way she can reach the other parts of Hellsalem's Lot, where the other eight barrier pieces stand strong (and alone, without thought, without love), and feel out there, but...
It is peaceful.
As peaceful as it gets with a near constant strain on the boundary, every fabric-like line pulled to its limit in keeping the chaos bound within, but it reminds White of herding sheep: There's a direction it all needs to go and she can maneuver it there.
And besides, it's not all that bad. A few times in the year her brother returns (she can feel him the moment he cross through the barrier on the Brooklyn Bridge, fog her guide in seeing how he's grown) and Leo's always around. The latter takes time to visit the memorial the city had set up in place of that old church and graveyard for those who'd lost their lives in the second coming of the Great Collapse, bringing roses of a color she can't fathom with her lack of real sight, and so close to the spot of her resting she can hear him clearly.
Leo tells her of things she can feel ("But I guess you already knew that, huh? Maybe.") and things she can't ("It... still hurts, you know. Even now I keep wondering if I could've done more, if there was a way I could've--"), and she laughs and tells him not to worry so much. She'd made her decision and that was that.
Black was a special case. White would consciously reach for him, tugging his feet to her unmarked grave, until he'd woken from his daze and called her out on it. Halloween especially.
"That's because you don't visit me otherwise," she teases from on top the memorial, knowing he can't see her just yet. When the moon rises more. "I just have Leo for company, you know."
Black chuckles lightly, strained as it is by a tight throat, and he glances at a spot near her. White smiles. "He's not bad company. I thought you preferred it to mine."
"Sometimes. But Leo has a lot of regrets."
Her brother does too, White knows, and she drifts down to stand in front of him with her hands on her hips, leaning forward the tiniest bit. Black's expression is a forced smile, but the beginning of tears in his eyes makes her sigh.
"You do too, Black," she mumbles softly, her hands touching his face lightly. If he's surprised by it he doesn't show, just laughs again and looks away.
"I... I wish I could've done more, White," as pained as Leo had been, guilt gnawing at the words. "I wish I had been strong enough to give you a place in this world beside me."
The moon's still not enough, the hour not close, but White sighs plainly and lets her hands drop to his clenched ones, prying part the fingers gently until they're intertwined with hers as she responds. "You and Leo both. Is it a big brother thing?" Black breathes out shakily. "You two... Wasn't saving the world enough?" It's meant to be a joke, but he doesn't say a word, and she smooths out his hair gently. "And you are strong, but I wouldn't have wanted to come back either." He flinches slightly under her touch, but White pushes on. "It wasn't just the fact I couldn't do anything. It wasn't just that I was hospital-bound. I was always worried about something happening to you, since you made that stupid deal, and I didn't want anyone to get close to me in case that thing tried to use them the way I ended up getting used. Leo, too."
"White--"
"I ended up pushing a lot of people away, William," White squeezes his hand and rests against him, chin on his shaking shoulder. "I never asked to be revived in the first place. I never asked for you to protect me either. I'm happy that I could've lived three years longer now, that Mom and Dad and you loved me so much, and I would've done the same for you if I could, but..."
'I'm happy like this,' she lets it go unsaid. 'That you're free and I'm still able to see you even a little.'
Black's hands twitch and he pulls her closer into a hug, tears wetting the stone under them as they slide over her and he sobs. "I miss you so much, Mary. It hurts."
"You and Leo both," White replies, a smile tugging at her lips. This is enough for now, two hours til midnight, and she brushes a kiss to his forehead. "You should visit him more. You two are friends, aren't you?"
"Mmm." He hesitates with his nod, nearly shaking his head. "I suppose we are." A sigh that shudders his body, careful not to press too hard so he doesn't go through her supposed form. "Does he visit often?"
"Almost all the time. So you be there for him too, okay? Help each other out." A noncommittal hum. "...I'm still with you, William," White says softer, feeling him tense up. "I always will be. Please?"
"... No promises," he finally relents, which means yes, he would.
White kisses his cheek softly and steps back his loosening grasp, hands still linked as they take a seat on a bench and wait for the sky to darken. It's peaceful, and despite the lack of life in her body she's never felt more alive.
Title: some dreams never do come true
Fandom: Blood Blockade Battlefront
Rating/Warnings: Ep 12 spoilers
Bonus: No
Word Count: 962
Summary: Hellsalem's Lot may have recovered from the attempted second Great Collapse, but Black hasn't.
In a way, dying had given White a new lease on life.
It's mostly a world outside the one she had known, a kind of void she floats in and feels the thrum of the city in her veins, but it's peaceful. She can pinpoint specific people with her outstretched arms, dance the wind and fog around them with the tips of her fingers, but that's all. There's no way she can reach the other parts of Hellsalem's Lot, where the other eight barrier pieces stand strong (and alone, without thought, without love), and feel out there, but...
It is peaceful.
As peaceful as it gets with a near constant strain on the boundary, every fabric-like line pulled to its limit in keeping the chaos bound within, but it reminds White of herding sheep: There's a direction it all needs to go and she can maneuver it there.
And besides, it's not all that bad. A few times in the year her brother returns (she can feel him the moment he cross through the barrier on the Brooklyn Bridge, fog her guide in seeing how he's grown) and Leo's always around. The latter takes time to visit the memorial the city had set up in place of that old church and graveyard for those who'd lost their lives in the second coming of the Great Collapse, bringing roses of a color she can't fathom with her lack of real sight, and so close to the spot of her resting she can hear him clearly.
Leo tells her of things she can feel ("But I guess you already knew that, huh? Maybe.") and things she can't ("It... still hurts, you know. Even now I keep wondering if I could've done more, if there was a way I could've--"), and she laughs and tells him not to worry so much. She'd made her decision and that was that.
Black was a special case. White would consciously reach for him, tugging his feet to her unmarked grave, until he'd woken from his daze and called her out on it. Halloween especially.
"That's because you don't visit me otherwise," she teases from on top the memorial, knowing he can't see her just yet. When the moon rises more. "I just have Leo for company, you know."
Black chuckles lightly, strained as it is by a tight throat, and he glances at a spot near her. White smiles. "He's not bad company. I thought you preferred it to mine."
"Sometimes. But Leo has a lot of regrets."
Her brother does too, White knows, and she drifts down to stand in front of him with her hands on her hips, leaning forward the tiniest bit. Black's expression is a forced smile, but the beginning of tears in his eyes makes her sigh.
"You do too, Black," she mumbles softly, her hands touching his face lightly. If he's surprised by it he doesn't show, just laughs again and looks away.
"I... I wish I could've done more, White," as pained as Leo had been, guilt gnawing at the words. "I wish I had been strong enough to give you a place in this world beside me."
The moon's still not enough, the hour not close, but White sighs plainly and lets her hands drop to his clenched ones, prying part the fingers gently until they're intertwined with hers as she responds. "You and Leo both. Is it a big brother thing?" Black breathes out shakily. "You two... Wasn't saving the world enough?" It's meant to be a joke, but he doesn't say a word, and she smooths out his hair gently. "And you are strong, but I wouldn't have wanted to come back either." He flinches slightly under her touch, but White pushes on. "It wasn't just the fact I couldn't do anything. It wasn't just that I was hospital-bound. I was always worried about something happening to you, since you made that stupid deal, and I didn't want anyone to get close to me in case that thing tried to use them the way I ended up getting used. Leo, too."
"White--"
"I ended up pushing a lot of people away, William," White squeezes his hand and rests against him, chin on his shaking shoulder. "I never asked to be revived in the first place. I never asked for you to protect me either. I'm happy that I could've lived three years longer now, that Mom and Dad and you loved me so much, and I would've done the same for you if I could, but..."
'I'm happy like this,' she lets it go unsaid. 'That you're free and I'm still able to see you even a little.'
Black's hands twitch and he pulls her closer into a hug, tears wetting the stone under them as they slide over her and he sobs. "I miss you so much, Mary. It hurts."
"You and Leo both," White replies, a smile tugging at her lips. This is enough for now, two hours til midnight, and she brushes a kiss to his forehead. "You should visit him more. You two are friends, aren't you?"
"Mmm." He hesitates with his nod, nearly shaking his head. "I suppose we are." A sigh that shudders his body, careful not to press too hard so he doesn't go through her supposed form. "Does he visit often?"
"Almost all the time. So you be there for him too, okay? Help each other out." A noncommittal hum. "...I'm still with you, William," White says softer, feeling him tense up. "I always will be. Please?"
"... No promises," he finally relents, which means yes, he would.
White kisses his cheek softly and steps back his loosening grasp, hands still linked as they take a seat on a bench and wait for the sky to darken. It's peaceful, and despite the lack of life in her body she's never felt more alive.