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imaginedyou) wrote2006-05-07 08:17 pm
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Gaps of Knowledge [Imajica, Pie'oh'Pah and Gentle]
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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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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