Elvis Song drabbles
Nov. 20th, 2006 09:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
garnigalThere's more coming - there are a lot of inspiring Elvis song titles! You'll notice I took some liberties... inspiration is wandering today.
Cross-posted to open_on_sunday and in my Nano.
Not Fade Away
1.
Los Angeles. City of Angels.
What a stupid name.
It had seemed like a sign when he first arrived. This was where he was supposed to be, where he could do the most good.
Now he stood in a dark alley in a cold rain. He stood with his friends and allies. They stood together, trying to ignore the gaps in the line where the fallen had stood. They moved shoulder to shoulder, back to the wall.
They tried to ignore the dozens... hundreds... thousands... of roaring demons.
He put his hand down, touching the rough brick, remembering, saying goodbye.
2.
He can’t tell if he’s cold because of the rain or because he’s dying.
After the upgrade, he’d relaxed. He’d fight his battles in the boardroom and the courtroom instead of alleys and sewers. He’d stopped worrying about dying with an axe in his hands, blood in his mouth.
He should have realized.
As a kid, he’d always been afraid he’d go down in a hail of bullets. After finding out there were worse things than gangs, his worry had grown teeth and claws.
Now that his fears were coming true, it wasn’t all that bad. Except for the rain.
3.
She’s a God.
She will never admit to being less, despite her weakness in this world.
She has parted the veil, seen this world and the next. And the one after that.
She understands more than these fools can even see, much less comprehend.
She should rule. Failing that, she should never have returned. But that’s what happens when details are put in the hands of gibbering idiots.
And yet.
And yet, she stands in the rain (oceans), feeling the pain (blood on her hands), watching her allies (army), facing the hordes (her followers), desiring...
Life?
Death?
War?
Peace?
Vengeance.
4.
He hated to fight in the rain, that’s all.
Rain made the footing uncertain, made his coat uncomfortable and hard to move in. Dripped in his eyes, washed the blood on his face into his eyes and made it hard to see.
That’s all.
Standing in an alley, facing another fight. The last fight, probably, but he’d said that before. This is what he lived for.
That’s all.
Saying goodbye to the world, facing up to his wrongs, his regrets, the people he’d lost and found and lost again.
That’s all.
Nothing to do with the tears in his eyes.
1. Angel, Heartbreak Hotel
2. Gunn, All I Needed was the Rain
3. Illyria, Song of the Shrimps (Never heard of this song, but I couldn't resist!)
4. Spike, Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain
Cross-posted to open_on_sunday and in my Nano.
Not Fade Away
Los Angeles. City of Angels.
What a stupid name.
It had seemed like a sign when he first arrived. This was where he was supposed to be, where he could do the most good.
Now he stood in a dark alley in a cold rain. He stood with his friends and allies. They stood together, trying to ignore the gaps in the line where the fallen had stood. They moved shoulder to shoulder, back to the wall.
They tried to ignore the dozens... hundreds... thousands... of roaring demons.
He put his hand down, touching the rough brick, remembering, saying goodbye.
He can’t tell if he’s cold because of the rain or because he’s dying.
After the upgrade, he’d relaxed. He’d fight his battles in the boardroom and the courtroom instead of alleys and sewers. He’d stopped worrying about dying with an axe in his hands, blood in his mouth.
He should have realized.
As a kid, he’d always been afraid he’d go down in a hail of bullets. After finding out there were worse things than gangs, his worry had grown teeth and claws.
Now that his fears were coming true, it wasn’t all that bad. Except for the rain.
She’s a God.
She will never admit to being less, despite her weakness in this world.
She has parted the veil, seen this world and the next. And the one after that.
She understands more than these fools can even see, much less comprehend.
She should rule. Failing that, she should never have returned. But that’s what happens when details are put in the hands of gibbering idiots.
And yet.
And yet, she stands in the rain (oceans), feeling the pain (blood on her hands), watching her allies (army), facing the hordes (her followers), desiring...
Life?
Death?
War?
Peace?
Vengeance.
He hated to fight in the rain, that’s all.
Rain made the footing uncertain, made his coat uncomfortable and hard to move in. Dripped in his eyes, washed the blood on his face into his eyes and made it hard to see.
That’s all.
Standing in an alley, facing another fight. The last fight, probably, but he’d said that before. This is what he lived for.
That’s all.
Saying goodbye to the world, facing up to his wrongs, his regrets, the people he’d lost and found and lost again.
That’s all.
Nothing to do with the tears in his eyes.
1. Angel, Heartbreak Hotel
2. Gunn, All I Needed was the Rain
3. Illyria, Song of the Shrimps (Never heard of this song, but I couldn't resist!)
4. Spike, Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain
