actoratheart

The world is gone away and I am drifting through a cloud, and it is          not a thing          nothing at all          to say it isn't just a dream.

My love, I write today with unfortunate news. Our skyship, the Pearl of Serian, was overtaken this past fortnight by a foe ship on the sky currents of Gerialde. It flew no colors, raised no alarm, blew no greeting. She raced up along our port side and strafed the hull first, tearing apart the engine and our altitude generators. The fins were next, then the sails and rudder. We'd hardly gathered our weapons before we were sinking from the air. Only a handful of us were taken as prisoners, including myself. The rest were killed in the scuffle, or else went down with the ship. This is the first time I've had the opportunity to write with hope o

 Castiel sat on a bench in the park, watching the children run by all bundled up in heavy winter coats and big clunking boots. There was no one sitting on the bench with him, but he sighed and knit his hands together, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "I'm looking for God, you know," he said, almost as if to himself. "I'm not entirely sure where to look for him though. The talisman helps, but even so..." He pursed his lips, looking at his conversation partner, who stared back at him. "Tell me, which platoon are you in? You're not one of Zachariah's, are you?" The other figure didn't answer, and he sighed. "Another quiet one," he

 Migana ran up the stairs to the apartment, little feet clapping on the stone like a smattering of applause. Zem, far older and with the long white tuft from his chin to prove it, followed behind her with her shoes, smiling and shaking his head as she bounced in front of the door, waiting for him. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” he said with a laugh as she pawed at the screen door like a cat wanting to be let in. “I wanna see Amaaaa,” she told him for the sixth time, pouting cutely at him. “Just another second!” He handed her shoes, pulling the key from his pocket to unlock the door. As soon as it was o

 The stormclouds are slipping away across the horizon taking with them the wet and the grey. The weight lifts, and the wind shifts just a little to the left. Soft voices whisper sweetly of solutions and the problems seem just a little brighter. The sun will rise again, and the world will warm just a few more degrees. Kind faces smile prettily with compassion and somehow, it all doesn’t seem so bad. The shadows recede, and the lights come just a little bit closer.

 I went up to the rooftop to smoke. I did that sometimes, when the air was clear (not that I was helping the case, with the pack of Newports in my coat pocket) and the cloud cover was heavy. It’s pretty like that I think. Black sky, with a blanket of mottled grey. I stood next to the edge and kicked at the gravel, watching the rocks skitter away from my Timberlands. Cigarette perched between my lips, I cupped a hand over my mouth and struck my lighter, watching carefully for the flare of orange that would mean it lit. When it had, I pocketed the flames and looked out over the world again. A black sedan was rolling by on 35th Street below