Blankness.
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ravenHave managed to write a little. Just a five-minute fic, but it's a step.
Nothing's changed about the general blankness, though. It comes and goes. And now it's here.
The snippet of ficness is
The challenge was "Sleeping with-"
Sleeping with ghosts
by Raven
Sleeping with death lingering close by, on the front lines, in the eyes of the Korean children hunting for scrap on the minefields, in the hearts and minds of those who’ve been here too long, and dear holy God please forbid, in those patients in post-op whom he’d operated on, but it never used to bother Hawkeye. He slept soundly; oh, so deeply, so soundly, so much like death.
Sleeping with ghosts; Hawkeye’s sleeping with ghosts, soft hauntings from what seems like so long ago, les reves argentées where something that seemed like love was very close by, closer than the fear and the death out there in the war, and that was a time when he slept lightly, because he didn’t want to disturb the one who lay beside him, using him as a pillow because that was the sort of thing he did.
One hand reaches out for a handful of soft curls that are no longer there, the ghost Hawkeye sleeps with disappears with the dawn and he never sees what he wants to see in the cold grey light of dawn, wrong person, wrong life, wrong damn side of the world altogether.
Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping with death, sleeping with ghosts, sleeping in love, sleeping with someone who isn’t there any more, someone who left, while you were gone, while you were sleeping.
Hawk, so lost, love and loss come together, and death is close by, but love never dies, though the sleeper wakes, and the ghosts are gone, but it never dies. In the dawn things are different, but remember, think back, and for one moment, remember things as clearly as though they never changed.
Tonight, Hawkeye is sleeping with ghosts.
Nothing's changed about the general blankness, though. It comes and goes. And now it's here.
The snippet of ficness is
The challenge was "Sleeping with-"
Sleeping with ghosts
by Raven
Sleeping with death lingering close by, on the front lines, in the eyes of the Korean children hunting for scrap on the minefields, in the hearts and minds of those who’ve been here too long, and dear holy God please forbid, in those patients in post-op whom he’d operated on, but it never used to bother Hawkeye. He slept soundly; oh, so deeply, so soundly, so much like death.
Sleeping with ghosts; Hawkeye’s sleeping with ghosts, soft hauntings from what seems like so long ago, les reves argentées where something that seemed like love was very close by, closer than the fear and the death out there in the war, and that was a time when he slept lightly, because he didn’t want to disturb the one who lay beside him, using him as a pillow because that was the sort of thing he did.
One hand reaches out for a handful of soft curls that are no longer there, the ghost Hawkeye sleeps with disappears with the dawn and he never sees what he wants to see in the cold grey light of dawn, wrong person, wrong life, wrong damn side of the world altogether.
Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping with death, sleeping with ghosts, sleeping in love, sleeping with someone who isn’t there any more, someone who left, while you were gone, while you were sleeping.
Hawk, so lost, love and loss come together, and death is close by, but love never dies, though the sleeper wakes, and the ghosts are gone, but it never dies. In the dawn things are different, but remember, think back, and for one moment, remember things as clearly as though they never changed.
Tonight, Hawkeye is sleeping with ghosts.
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on 2003-05-06 02:55 pm (UTC)Re:
on 2003-05-07 06:43 am (UTC)Re:
on 2003-05-07 08:39 am (UTC)no subject
on 2003-05-06 07:23 pm (UTC)Yech. I know how that feels. Here's hoping it passes soon.
This is not crap at all! I love the repetition, the run-on sentences; the whole stream-of-consciousness feel works very well. I especially like the opening bit: "in the hearts and minds of those who've been here too long, and dear holy God please forbid, in those patients in post-op..." Hawkeye doesn't invoke religion all that often, however figuratively he means it here, so that was very interesting.
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on 2003-05-07 06:44 am (UTC)