Music.
Like an ancient memory of times gone by, it is laced with nostalgia and heartache.
Where it once set my heart aflame with childish joy: cold indifference.
The medical rehabilitation center had a digital keyboard, donated by some high collar benefactor years ago, during a time when ex-soldiers were treated as heroes rather than expired products.
The other patients would huddle closely around it's keys, grasping at the notes, as if the tune would regrow their missing limbs, cover their scars and wipe their minds clean of the horrors we'd faced.
I maintained a decidedly uninterested facade, but beneath it all I was seething.
How dare they remain so detached from reality, so carefree as the world crumbled around them, it's corruption seeping from the very wounds in their flesh.
In spite of myself I hovered at the door's entrance; too damaged to enter; too desperate to walk away. The music came to me instead, surrounding in me in its familiar embrace where longing was met with promise.
I arched my head back, closing my eyes I allowed myself to fade into the melody: a swirling rhythm accompanied by the gentle hum of machines, the footsteps of a passing nurse keeping time.
And for a moment I was transported back to simpler times, of music lessons with my father. Of laughter and joy.
When the world was in the palm of my tiny hands, no more than an invisible bubble which would shatter the moment my hand grew tired and slackened.
When that time inevitably drew near, it's final battle cry echoed across an empty field.
No one was listening.
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A Court of Miracles I Azriel x OC
Fanfiction- Set after a Court of Frost and Starlight - Music. Like an ancient memory of times gone by, laced with nostalgia and heartache. ~ Fae are disappearing seemingly into thin air. Azriel sends spies down to the Wall to investigate - none of them return...
