|what is your shadow soul, little bird?
||[Sep. 17th, 2012|02:24 pm]
Drabble ascending to elsewhere... or, something not yet fully born.
Pairing: Bane/Blake, eventually Melisande/Ghul
Verse: Nolan's and Carey's, not mine
Disclaimer: As always, unfinished and in progress, moods and pictures getting stuck in the way that dreams do.
You do not like what you feel right now, do you, pajarito mio? I will not tell you you must. I am simply telling you that this is your shadow self... and the sooner you allow those waves to engulf you, the sooner you can fall, and crash, and fall again. And perhaps, eventually - ah, little Robin, you are too strong, you resist much - ah, eventually, pajarito mio, perhaps you shall cease this incessant futile beating of your wings, even as I must beat you and clip them, but, perhaps, one day, you will realize that the only time to fly - the only time to waste this fruitless energy which keeps bringing you back, bloody and broken, ai pajarito mio, the only time to fly is when the cage is actually open. Seize the opportinities, little Robin, and perhaps I will allow you to fly.