swiftsnowmane: (Bethyl - we should burn it down)
 
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I hadn't checked the stats on my Ao3 in a while, but today I happened to glance at them and noticed that Between the Fire and the Sky (my slow-burn Bethyl longfic) had reached 20, 000 hits! :O

Might not seem like a big deal to some, but that is by far the most hits any fic of mine has ever had (or will likely ever have, lol). BtFatS is my 'baby', so I'm just incredibly touched to see that people are still reading (and re-reading) it. :') 

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Mar. 5th, 2017 04:04 pm
swiftsnowmane: (Vaderkin - Twilight of the Apprentice)
Father,
 
I may be falling
through clouded skies,
broken
and bloodied,
weighted
with the horror
of unholy revelation,
but it is you
who fell long ago
from far greater heights.
 
Father, 
 
you may be standing
against the faded stars,
shackled
and suffering,
bowed
beneath the burden
of long-held darkness,
but it is I
who blaze
with undimmed light.
 
Let go
of your hate,
Let go
of your fear,
Let go
of your shrouded lies,
and I promise –
 
I will be there
I will catch you
 
and together
we will find 
our own piece of sky.
 
 
 
t.f.b.c.
swiftsnowmane: (Bethyl - we should burn it down)
 



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Her heart shook with the thunderous truth of it: the world had fallen long before the turning, long before the hungry dead had risen up to devour those who dared yet live. It had not been the hissing of the Serpent, that whispered temptation in the Garden, nor the blinking, bewildered emergence from the forested Paradise. It had not even been the first slaying of kin, brother betraying brother. No, the world had been plunged into darkness the moment man had first placed his fellow man—and woman—in chains.

Bodies and minds, subjugated. Free will, stolen. Man had set his brother into bondage, and in doing so, had imprisoned himself. She’d never been in jail, she’d told him once. She hadn’t realized, hadn’t understood, that long before they had stepped behind those barbed fences, long before they had sheltered within those shadowed halls, they had all been prisoners. Humanity had shackled itself, long ago.

For the first time, she questioned her certainty in the injustice of this unleashed hell. For the first time, she wondered if the world was merely getting what it deserved.

There’s still good people.

No, she corrected herself. There’s only him, now.

swiftsnowmane: (Bethyl - we should burn it down)
 


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"This is what he remembers as he finally falls down to his knees. When he sinks into a sea of blood, when the tips of his wings are stained dark red for the first and final time, a blessed crimson oblivion rising, coming for him at long last. This is what he remembers when the grit and the sand and the wind whirl around him, when all goes dim, when the last man standing stands no more."



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