Topic: What is truly yours?

[mute_clay]

I have a knife. I use it for when I carve. Its handle is made of bone. It’s soft and smooth and I keep the blade sharp. If you drop a hair on it – it cuts it in two. It’s a good knife.

I’ve got a coin. It’s really worn. And foreign. I’ll have to show David it sometime. He’ll probably know where it is from. I use it for coin tricks though I don’t do those as much as I used to. They used to make Callie laugh.

I’ve got skills. I can’t talk but I can imitate birdsong. And I am quick to learn tunes – if I hear them on the radio. I can fix anything. Almost. And I build the best goddamn coffins you’ll ever see.

But all of those things – all of those things can disappear. You can lose things. And forget things. Maybe – something happens so you can use your hands anymore. Maybe you just grow old.

I found this book. I had to get a library card for David once and I still go sometimes. It’s nice and quiet and I like to look in the books. Like the dictionaries. There are so many words. Words I’ve never heard anybody say. I like the one that explains meanings best. I found this word the other evening – transient.

That’s what everything is.

Transient.

It means that everything disappears.

It reminds me of ‘train’ though. Everything gets on the transient train and disappears into the night to someplace else. That’s not so bad I guess.

Nothing’s truly mine.


Count: 262
Muse: Clay
Fandom: Passion of Darkly Noon (Misc. Movies)

Comments

[wild-callie.livejournal.com]

Callie has waited a few days to collect herself, at least some. She knows Clay's number by heart, and knows he might be sleeping or totally ignoring the phone ringing, playing with Cat or having a smoke... so she lets it ring, and ring, and ring...

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

The sound of the phone wakes him up.
He makes his way into the living room and answers it, pushing the button and holding it to his ear.

Waiting.

[wild-callie.livejournal.com]

Callie hears him breathing. "Clay. It's me. I'm back."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Breath can be telling.

His stops - then it returns in a whoosh and she might be able to hear the bump as he sits down. Hard.

Then there's an almost sob, a low hitched breath.

She is back.

[wild-callie.livejournal.com]

"Told you I was coming back," she smiles, knowing that he will hear it in her voice.

"I dreamt of you so many times...you helped me so much, Clay."



HR isn't finished yet, and i'd love to do more dreams of Clay if it's ok with you :D

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

There's a soft sigh and then the first notes of 'Always On My Mind' trickled through the phone. She had been.


of course - am slow though

[wild-callie.livejournal.com]

Callie listens to him whistling. "Yes. You too. It was always you, in my dreams. I'm..weak, these days. It'll be a while before I can go around as I please. I know you don't want to come here. I want to see you. I miss you. I'l come as soon as I can."

She does hope that he'll come and see her. Even a week seems way too long now, and it may be a few before she's confident enough to go out alone.


yay. *hugs you* am slower than thou, dear :) and if Clay were soooo strong as to walk to the beach house gate, I know Callie pup would be happy, and others too *hint hint*

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

He closes his eyes. He doesn't want to go. They're going to be there, aren't they?
Watching.
Begrudging what time he'll get with her.

Just like the Forest and the icy eyes in the barn. And then - fire.

But she sounds so forlorn - and he cannot say no to her. Not that he ever could.

Not that he ever truly tried.

The song changes, becomes 'What Happens Tomorrow.'

I'll come.

[wild-callie.livejournal.com]

Callie smiles in the phone. She listens to the song, and understands. "I'll wait for you..." she murmurs softly. Thank you. I want to see you so badly. I'll wait for you.

The line goes click, then silent.
Callie lies down on her bed, so, so happy.


*dances* will put entry up! *hugs you*