It is a chilly god, a god of shades;

Rises to the glass from his black fathoms.

As the window, those unborn, those undone

Assemble with the frail paleness of moths,

An envious phosphorescence in their wings.

Vermillions, bronzes, colors of the sun

In the coal fire will not wholly console them.

Imagine their deep hunger, deep as the dark

For the blood-heat that would rudder or reclaim.

The glass mouth sucks blood-heat from my forefinger.

The old god dribbles, in return, his words.

~Sylvia Plath



I hear them all.

Every single one of them.

Their thoughts.

Their reflections.

Their considerations and contemplations.


I hear them all and yet with as much as I hear, as much as I am forced to listen to…I see right through them.

They do not meet my eyes that, if they looked at closely enough, would show my fears.

The same eyes that would be perceived as frightening if they took the time to observe.

But they do not.

They will not.

And in the end…that is good.


Our encounters have no meaning.

Just like my days.

And even more…my nights.


Dark and shadowed.

Futile and hollow.

Cold and undying.


I hear them all.

And see none.





Until I hear nothing.

And finally…finally, I see.







And what I see is beautiful.



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Please leave me some and let me know what you think.

Chapter 1 is ready to be posted and I might just do it tomorrow based on your response.

Much love to Marvar, my beta and goddess-divine. I love you. That is all.

Thanks also to Caren (Nerac) for pre-reading.

And HUGE thank to Rainamd for pre-reading and for also being the person I was talking to when the idea for this fic came to me!

As always, I do not own the characters, but they sure the fuck own me.