Almost Touching the Stars by Zhie
Apr. 2nd, 2012 11:57 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
B2MeM Challenge:
B7
four words: core, vulture, stratus, maim
B15
hot
Format:drabble
Genre:angst
Rating:PG13
Warnings:a bit of gore, i suppose
Characters:Maedhros
Pairings:none
Summary:When hanging from a cliff, the mind sometimes wanders to places it would rather not. (cheating with using the number instead of spelling it out, but fewer words elsewhere would not do)
It was day 736. The only sanity he had left hung by a thread, counting the days. Stripped of his clothes and dignity, the sun beat down upon him here as the stratus dipped lazily around the peaks. All night, he felt able to touch the stars, but in day he suffered from the heat. He imagined he was already roasted to the core, his innards a baked delicacy for the single vulture that returned each day, hoping to find him maimed, so she might feast upon him to the bone.
It was day 736, and he still had hope.
B7
four words: core, vulture, stratus, maim
B15
hot
Format:drabble
Genre:angst
Rating:PG13
Warnings:a bit of gore, i suppose
Characters:Maedhros
Pairings:none
Summary:When hanging from a cliff, the mind sometimes wanders to places it would rather not. (cheating with using the number instead of spelling it out, but fewer words elsewhere would not do)
It was day 736. The only sanity he had left hung by a thread, counting the days. Stripped of his clothes and dignity, the sun beat down upon him here as the stratus dipped lazily around the peaks. All night, he felt able to touch the stars, but in day he suffered from the heat. He imagined he was already roasted to the core, his innards a baked delicacy for the single vulture that returned each day, hoping to find him maimed, so she might feast upon him to the bone.
It was day 736, and he still had hope.