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Title: No Time To Tell You How Much We Lost
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Characters/Pairings: Ensemble cast (implied pairings: S/E, exC/T, exD/K).
Word Count: 850
Rating: PG
Warning: Implied character deaths.
Prompt: For [livejournal.com profile] sd_twobrothers at [livejournal.com profile] softly_me's TVD ficathon. Even after the end we carry on...
Author's Note: Oh, the bleak... Title and cut text from “Carry On”, Motor Ace.

Dust settles like ant-hills. Coats sweat sticky skin in a layer of something unfathomable.

Works its way into the hairline fractures of foundations that are already three quarters to rack and ruined.

There are casualties. The inevitability of this outcome was crystal cut clear from the moment the first battle flag fell.

That death and dying was to be expected doesn't make it any less shocking in the acid rain aftermath.


An unreferenced coming apart occurs. Like the memories in the room are too heavy if they all meet there together. Shoulders slumped under a weight that may one day drown them all.

But they are the ones spared and so this shall be their cross to bear.


In the most abstract of ways it is Katherine's downfall that mitigates the fraying of edges that unravel as quickly as the second hand ticks away time.

Ten, eleven, twelve...

And they watch as the fire in his eyes burns a little lower with each passing beat.


That it should all end this way is oddly poetic.

In the grand scheme of things.

After all, it was her unannounced arrival that drew them all in. Solidified unbreakable bonds and forged new ones in the face of unholy horror.

That her demise should shatter what they built to fragments and shards seems only fitting.


Ties are cut. Gently at first.

Tentative and trying.

As though tiptoed moonlight meetings will become easier over time. As though hands won't shake and smiles won't slip slide across salt water slick chins and eyes won't open to any further than a faded half mast.

But they do and so they stop trying.

It all feels like failure in the end.


The bad guys keep winning long after their mottled corpses are nothing more than the blackened soot of haunting memories that take up space under jagged fingernails.


Tyler leaves first. Picks haphazardly at belongings that mean nothing anymore and shoves them deep into the cavernous insides of a duffle that will become his whole world.

He heads west. Chooses Seattle because it's as far from here, as far from her, as is geographically possible without leaving the country and thinks, maybe, if he can manage to hold his breath long enough to reach the city limits, he might just make it after all.

Eventually the overcast skies cool his internal furnace by degrees. Build an ice block deep in the hollowed out space where the thinks his heart and lungs used to live.

And when he climbs the space needle to sit on top of the world for a few slow turning minutes at a time, he can convince himself that he's exactly where he wants to be.


The brothers drift. Emptied and emptying as the tentative bond built over so much more than just shared motives and a common genetic code disappears, sand-like, through fingers that don't even try to close.

That they'll meet up again is inevitable when eternity is all that you have left.


Elena threads her fingers neatly through Stefan's as the endless black of midnight meets the endless black of the eternal highway ahead. White lines down the centre that divide everything neatly into halves.

And it doesn't even feel like running anymore as there is no one left, begging them to stay.

She keeps her cell to all the way charged. Waits, ever impatient, for contact that fails to eventuate. Forgets to remember that phone calls go both ways.

That maybe it's her turn now...


The end of the road for Caroline brings with it bright city lights that dance across her up-turned palms. A place where anonymity becomes both her best friend and her heaviest shadow in the space of a single, stuttered heart beat.

She types emails. Painstaking essays illustrated with cheesy photographs of the myriad cities she intrepidly explores.

Stockholm. Geneva. Paris. Bangkok.

Can't quite bring herself to click send on a single one.

Figures no-one's listening anyway. Just a series of headstones in a cemetery on the other side of the earth.


Damon disappears. Both into himself and into the world.

Picks fights that he can't be bothered finishing and relishes the momentary burn of mortality that they bring. Clenches his fists around the sensation in a desperate attempt to feel something.


Adrift again and playing at something that might taste a little like survival probably does.


Calendar pages turn. Snow drifts melt into the rivers that separate them while age wearies at the edges of those lucky enough to have the illusion of an expiry date.

Time? Time wearies at them all.

And as ten years disappear amid dusty footprints blown to been and gone, it's clear that they've well and truly lost the count.

Date: 2011-01-08 01:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sd-twobrothers.livejournal.com
Wow. Just, wow. I really, really loved this. I was looking for angst when I wrote the prompt, and this definitely satisfied. All of it is beautiful; beautifully worded and stark in just the right ways, so much said in such few words.

I especially love Tyler's section, running as far as he can and finding his heat cooled by wet Seattle air. It all just seems so very Tyler, especially the part where he climbs the top of the space needle. I loved that image of him in particular.

My other favorite section is the section about the Salvator brothers drifting apart. In particular "the tentative bond built over so much more than just shared motives and a common genetic code disappears" and "That they'll meet up again is inevitable when eternity is all that you have left." I'm a sucker for the boys and their bond, and this strikes on such much truth about them; the drifting is natural and inevitable, but that they will come together again is just as inevitable.

Great job. Couldn't have asked for more.

Date: 2011-01-09 12:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
Thank you! I am so glad you liked it!! And, more importantly, that you were looking for angst when you issued the prompt! It wasn't until after I'd read it that I thought maybe I'd misinterpreted the prompt! But, it was too late by then...!

Anyway, you liked it so... YAY!

I am also a sucker for the brothers and I'm glad you appreciated their mention.

Thanks for leaving the awesome prompt, and I'm so pleased you loved the result.

Date: 2011-01-09 12:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com

ISN'T IT GLORIOUS!!!!!!!!! It's SO VERY HARD to look away!! Seriously? How is it possible to look THAT good?

Date: 2011-01-09 02:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cassiehayes.livejournal.com
Ohhhhh. Oh.</> That was beautiful. I love how you manipulate language, every sentence feels so fresh and clear and puts the perfect imagery in your head without using any stale metaphors, without using anything stale. I love fics like this, the aftermath of everything, where they're all drifting away from each other. Loved Tyler's part, yeah, and especially Caroline's, it was so piercing. Damon and Stefan drifting apart, but eventually they'll find each other again, and Elena waiting for calls but never making any, gah, just beautiful, exactly. I love you.

Date: 2011-01-09 02:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cassiehayes.livejournal.com
...Cassie is a lame person who went "pft, I don't need to preview" but really should since she apparently can't even put something in italics without a typo, whoops.

Date: 2011-01-12 11:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
Cassie is so far from lame, it's not even funny!


Also, SO glad you liked this! And I'm even more glad that you like my writing style!


Date: 2011-01-12 01:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cassiehayes.livejournal.com
Bahaha aww! C: THANK YOU FOR HOSTING SUCH A WONDERFUL AUCTION! Seriously, that's just such an amazing way to try and raise funds and for such a great cause, you're just wonderful.

I doooooooo!


Date: 2011-01-10 01:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] obi-kim.livejournal.com
I love what you do with alliteration here. Sometimes it can weigh down a piece (though I think that might be because I get distracted), but something about the structure in this makes it flow. Probably how it goes from abstract to gradually more specific.

I also enjoy what isn't mentioned - who perished, who may have survived yet stayed, what specifically happened to pull them apart. Almost as if the memories of the details are hazy - or conversely, that they're so vivid they don't bare mentioning.


Date: 2011-01-12 11:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I'm very glad you enjoyed this... I'm typically imagery heavy/dialogue light(or nonexistent!), and I'm super wary of it being 'too much', so I'm very happy you think it works here...


Date: 2011-01-14 11:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dulcedeusex.livejournal.com

This... THIS!!! THIS!!!!!! AND YOU!!!!

An unreferenced coming apart occurs. Like the memories in the room are too heavy if they all meet there together. Shoulders slumped under a weight that may one day drown them all.

But they are the ones spared and so this shall be their cross to bear.

-- OMFG these three lines are just perfection. I don't even, I can't even...

-- Then... Tyler in Seattle on the Space Needle like Max in Dark Angel... now that I think about it, he's totally a Karev in the making. And right! Seattle Grace is in Seattle! Caroline! CAROLINE!!! Elena and Stefan and the Terminator Lines on the highway. GAWD!!

Date: 2011-01-14 11:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
Heee! You totally caught me out with the Seattle thing... There will be cross over fic one of these days, of that I am most definitely sure!!!

(Also, Seattle is one of the few American cities I've actually visited so I love writing about it because I can imagine what the view looks like from the Space Needle etc...)

Anyway, THANK YOU SO MUCH! And as soon as this auction is over, I'm so writing more TVD fic!!

Date: 2011-02-07 10:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sophiathorn.livejournal.com
Oh....the beautiful words knife me again.

You are amazing.

Date: 2011-02-08 02:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
Thank you so much!

This show is amazing for giving me such awesome material/characters to work with!


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