In all these years, I've never learned how to tag someone, so I have to come to you directly, to show you the tears on my cheeks because he's sitting so quietly, curled up, watching a world he'll never know through a tiny crack in the wall.
Thank you!
You know, it's a little odd. All of the pieces in this series are about isolation and escape--Icarus, Orpheus and Eurydice, Prometheus, and certainly the Minotaur. But A Crack in the Labyrinth came first, and more than any of the rest, it's about resignation. About having fought and scrabbled and clawed desperately and still...not having made it. Still being trapped inside, alone.
And when I made it, I hadn't really intended to say anything more than that one piece, but I just couldn't leave it there. I had to give him the whole story--an innocent beginning, same as anyone. I couldn't leave the ending as it was written; I'd initially just intended to have the conclusion the myth gives him, slain by Theseus, but...if I'm going to say, "I'm the minotaur, monstrous and alone and told by the world that that is right and deserving," then I am also saying "you, who feels deeply for this, for whom this resonates, you are also the minotaur and we are monsters who deserve the ending that is written for us." And I...just can't bear to. There has to be hope.
So there is, very literally, light at the end of the labyrinth, one way or another.
Anyways, I used this song for that photoset on the clock app, but I think you would also enjoy it. Cow Boy, take us away.
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oct 16th: death echoes
It should've been an easy salt and burn to lay a couple spirits to rest.
All it took was a couple stakeout sessions, not even a full day digging through the local library's obituaries, and they had their ghosts — two of the three local teens killed in a fiery lab explosion: Tucker Foley and Sam Manson.
part 1 / part 2 (here)
the lost and forgotten kids (lead them toward other tomorrows)
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Danny Phantom, Supernatural (TV 2005)
Rating: T
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Language, Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Harm to Children, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Danny Fenton Died in The Portal Accident, Full Ghost Danny Fenton, Dead Sam Manson, Dead Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton Has an Electric Ghost Core
Summary:
Dean thinks Amity Park could be a cute, idyllic city if it wasn't haunted.
And by haunted, he means that metaphorically and literally. Nothing he can do about the first thing, but the second? Well, here's hoping him and Sam don't go breaking their streak on such a straightforward case.
(Or, an atypical salt and burn blurs the line between monster and not. Lab safety first, kids!)
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Grief is a weird, visceral creature without shape or form, yet somehow carves itself out in the exact dimensions and depth of your heart.
It’s muted and loud, empty but all-consuming. A scream that builds in your chest but slips free from your throat in a hiccup. A tiny sliver of ice that drops into your soul like a two-ton weight of anger and despair. And the howling, sobbing bargaining with the universe that if you wake up tomorrow in a different reality where there isn’t a hole in the world where someone you love is supposed to be, you’ll be good. You’ll do better. You’ll let them know they were enough. That they were loved. You’d tell them that while the stars shine just as bright as before, the world is a little less brilliant without them.
And while time supposedly heals all wounds, were the universe to answer back, “I’ll take your pain, and all it will cost is the memory of their smile and the warmth of their arms,” you’d ask instead to stop the clock. Because the price is too high, and such love isn’t worth giving up.
Hug your loved ones. Please.
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Saw your requests are open and thought I’d stop by! How about an Echo x Reader with a bit of angst about Tech’s death??? Thanks!
One Day
Echo x Reader
Summary- Echo is, understandably, not taking Techs death well. Comfort ensues!
A/N- Thank you for requesting, hun! Echo is SO underrated, I love my little half-human <3.
Word Count- 801
Echo looked mournfully to the seat next to him. The Pilot seat sat empty. To Echo it would forever be empty. For, the man who filled it was dead. Dead and never to come back.
The thought sunk Echo's stomach. Sitting alone in the cock-pit, just his thoughts to keep him company. The negative and destructive thoughts. He had considered revenge, but what would that solve? It wouldn't bring his brother back...
The only thing he could do is swear to not let the Empire get what he loved. At least not again. He now thought of you. How losing you scared him.
He gave a small sniffle, one he hoped no one heard. He tried to be strong, the rock you could count on.
Just as he choked down a sob, you entered.
"Echo..."
He couldn't face you. Knowing he would break down if he did, settling for a 'Hmm?'
"It will be okay. One day, it will be." You tried to place a hand on his upper arm, stepping closer to him.
Your heart thumped loud in your ears, especially when he shrugged your hand off.
"It will never be the same." He managed to speak, his words wavering.
"Poor thing..." Instead of trying to touch him again, you moved to his front. Forcing him to look at you, his eyes filled with tears.
"I wish I could make your pain disappear." He just stared, now at the floor.
You sighed, while you were grieving yourself- Echo was much closer to Tech. He had known him longer than you.
"He was your brother, no one can take that away." You built the courage back up to rest a more gentle hand on his knee. This time he let you keep it there.
"I am so sorry, Echo." You couldn't imagine what he was feeling. "You've lost so many... What can I do?"
He swallowed hard, "So many clones- brothers have given their lives up for the Empire, for the Jedi, for-" He let out a small sob, immediately covering his face with his hand.
"I know, I know." You stood up, cradling his head to your stomach. You rubbed his back, trying to soothe him. "Shhh."
He started to mumble, muffled by your body, "Tech died for us. Not some Empire." Tech died... That was the first time he had said it out loud. Another sob overtook him.
You just held him tight, praying he would feel better.
"He was very brave. Very, very strong." You praised Tech's name. Echos head slightly moved up and down, nodding in agreement.
He gave a sharp inhale, leaning back. You quickly wiped his stray tears away with your sleeve.
"He's gone, forever." Echo plainly stated. This time he didn't cry, simply void of emotions.
"But he's not. We will always remember him. Always carry on his legacy. His sacrifice will not be in vain. We will make sure of that..." You rested a hand on his cheek, moving back and forth over his cheekbones. Your thumb occasionally smearing an extra tear.
"It won't be today. It won't be tomorrow, but one day. One day it won't hurt so bad. I promise..." You spoke softly, knowing he was in a vulnerable space.
A slow kiss to his lips showed him you were there for him. With closed eyes he spoke, "Thank you."
"We have to try and be half as brave as Tech was. Clones will soon have freedom. Freedom to do whatever they like, not listening to orders." He met your eyes, a little more hopeful this time.
"They could settle down, find a cozy planet. One where war and fighting won't follow them. Even have a few baby clones if they want... Ones named after their dads brothers-in-arms..." You bit the bottom of your lip, a little scared for his reaction.
"Is that something a clone like yourself would want? Away from death, away from sacrifice." You lifted your other hand to fully cup his face.
"I can't leave-"
"No, no, baby. After it all. After it doesn't hurt so bad..." All he could respond with was a lasting nod.
He so desperately wanted all the fighting to be over. He'd sacrifice himself if it meant no more of his brothers died.
You cradled his head once more when he started to sob again. Simply holding him, whispering comforting words to him.
"Yes, yes." He repeated, you just held him tight.
"Hey, look at me." You slightly pulled back.
He looked up at you, doe eyed. "You will get through this, I promise."
He responded with a sniff, he was unconvinced. Though, one day It would be okay. You'd end up naming your first child Tech, in honor of the man. Your second Fives.
"I love you."
"I love you too..."
A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I fear this wasn't my best work </3. I LOVE Echo, he needs more attention, and the prompt was so angsty!! I hope I did it justice, let me know if there is any way I can improve!
Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @dangraccoon @knight-of-flowerss
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