imaginedyou: (KWP ;; a good boy)
Title: Gaps of Knowledge
Fandom: Imajica by Clive Barker
Characters: Pie'oh'Pah and Gentle
Challenge: From ES: Quote; There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, where the sea is asleep and the rivers dream; people made of smoke and cities made of song.
Notes: Set after the book(s). About 450 Words. I guess it's okay-ish :/

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"Do you ever miss the earth?" Pie asks Gentle, without a voice, without lips. Gentle looks out onto the view, like looking through a hazy mirror that projects things to seem further away than they really are.

"There are things I might miss, from time to time." He replies. "But I lived so many lives there, Pie, more than any person is entitled to live. I'm done with earth."

"And the rest of the Imajica?" The mystif insists. An invisible hand floats to touch a body that isn't there. Around them spirits roam to wherever it is that they need to go, to do the things they believe they need to be doing. You cannot see anyone in the sense of regular sight, but they are colours and textures of their own divising within the Imajica.

Gentle doesn't answer. He does not know what to say. Though many of his memories returned to him like he had uncovered a burnt-in brand on his mind, he is sure there are so many others he has yet to discover. There is much about the Imajica he has lost.

"There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, where the sea is asleep and the rivers dream; people made of smoke and cities made of song." Pie says, almost in a dreamy manner if it were possible. "Wonders beyond imagination until you are planted in the middle of it, dropped from the sky, or spat out by the earth from one place to another. We took but one route through the Imajica. There is so much more."

"Pie, I cannot miss that which I don't remember!"

There was silence for a while. Time did not prevail here, it controlled nothing. Around the two, life after death went on. Spirits mingled and separated. Gentle watched with a quiet consideration.

"Besides," he said, as though the conversation had never broken, "what can I do about it now? Why taunt and tease me with things I can no longer journey to see?"

Pie was almost condescending as he replied.

"Oh Gentle, I have known this afterlife so much longer than you. I always wondered at it; you are so powerful and yet there are gaps in your knowledge someone like I can fill. How is that?"

"I needed something to remind me I wasn't perfect." Gentle said. "Every man needs that. Now tell me what you mean."

"I mean," the mystif began, "that this is not the ending, but a new beginning. And you should have known that. If you wish to see these places, to truly know and be a part of the Imajica, I can take you."

"Will you take us, Pie?"

"I will."

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imaginedyou: (HYD ;; plane)
Originally from a challenge on ES on GreatestJournal.

31_Days Prompts; (April 16th - April 20th)


April 16: I will show you fear in a handful of dust (Charmed; Prue) 55 Words

There was a self-confidence about her that you would never expect from her sisters, it was a trait purely Prue. The way she stared down the demon, fist full of charred ashes from it's companion's demise and asked, "Now, do you want to help me, or do you want this to happen to you too?"

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April 17: Dollar diplomacy (House, M.D.; Greg House.) 57 Words

"Look kid," House began, leaning on his cane in a way that suggested it was not for practical use, but for show only, "obviously you have this issue with doing dumb stuff for money, but hows about this time I slip you my friend George and his friends, and you agree to have this really smart test?"

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April 18: (in parenthesis) (Tawny Man Trilogy; Fitz, The Fool) 64 Words

There were many reasons for leaving a thing unsaid, but the most profound was already knowing someone so well and so deeply that they need never say a word for you to know regardless how they would react, what the would say or do. That was why the Fool had so tactfully danced around the edges of meaning, and now you had ruined everything.

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April 19: Strangers in the dark (Arthurian Legend; Lancelot, Guinevere) 59 words

It hurt so much less in the night-time. If she kept her eyes unfocused she could pretend. Not pretend that he was Arthur, she would not belittle either man, but pretend that he were just a man, her night lover, and she were just a lady, free to do as she wished, cloaked and hugged by the dark's embrace.

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April 20: Into every young man's bedroom you gave it up (Imajica; Pie'oh'Pah) 58 Words

Even too much of pleasure became a trial in the end. Retreating into yet another stranger's room, knowing his innermost desires before he knew them himself and outwardly protraying them without even trying. Laying back and doing your job, all because of one cruel, flippant comment set to haunt the both of you forever, if he ever remembered.

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