Just thought I'd share
Sep. 30th, 2002 05:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hilsWas chatting to Isabelle last night and came up with this as an opening for a S7 based fic I'm working on. Personally I'm pretty proud of it. I just hope the rest of the fic can continue like this
Some people have said that the dark is a great comfort, that within it's velvet folds you can find the pensive solace that the harsh daylight cannot bring. Those people are fools. Darkness brings pain, the memories which you are able to push aside at any other time work themselves into your brain until they consume you. Things you would rather forget paint images in your mind, highlighting each and every moment until it burns.
Spike had discovered this quickly. True there had been a time when he'd relished being a creature of the night, ruler of the dark. But those days were long gone. All he had left now was himself. A pitiful creature who barely deserved the right to live on this earth. He had nothing to give, nothing to offer, for he was nothing himself.
Some people have said that the dark is a great comfort, that within it's velvet folds you can find the pensive solace that the harsh daylight cannot bring. Those people are fools. Darkness brings pain, the memories which you are able to push aside at any other time work themselves into your brain until they consume you. Things you would rather forget paint images in your mind, highlighting each and every moment until it burns.
Spike had discovered this quickly. True there had been a time when he'd relished being a creature of the night, ruler of the dark. But those days were long gone. All he had left now was himself. A pitiful creature who barely deserved the right to live on this earth. He had nothing to give, nothing to offer, for he was nothing himself.