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walkwithheroesTitle: Death Is a Pretty Girl, Destruction Is a Handsome Boy
Author: walkwithheroes
Email: faye172002@yahoo.com
Summary: A pretty girl, a handsome boy, a field of dead flowers, and what it means to be human and to love.
Rating: PG -13
Warning: Some dialogue about sex, but nothing major.
Fandom: None. Original Characters.
Author's Note: This was supposed to be a horror story. But, because I’ve got this need to try and be all thoughtful and the like, it sort of turned into a reflective, slightly disturbing, angst filled story. Sorry.
The girl walked bare foot through the flowers. As she walked, the flowers around her died. Every living thing she touched died; always had. For as long as she could remember and perhaps before that, she killed things. She was Death.
A pretty little teenage girl that looked like she might break if you pushed her down. She had been made from Life’s back flesh, she remembered that. It had been cold when she’d been made. They’d ask her to deal with a family problem. They had given her a job. Her job was to bring the end of life. It had started with Cain and his brother; it would end with the last breath of the last living thing.
She felt, saw, imagined, and knew about the death of every living thing within the universe. Truth be told, it had made her a bit strange and nutty over the span of time. Of course, the other Personas didn’t seem to mind. Life, her older brother, adored her. Emotion found her pleasant enough. Wisdom and Time both found her to be an odd creature that they needed to look after. And Destruction, Destruction had always had a soft spot for Death. They often went hand and hand after all.
And it was Destruction, Shawn to the other Personas, which Death was walking to meet. No one saw her walk through the field of flowers. No one knew she was there; they never did until it was too late.
“Dea.” The simple nickname was spoken by a male in a voice that let the name mean so much more then just a name should. The personification of death did as instructed. Standing there was a boy, a boy-man really. He appeared to be no older then twenty-three and he was covered in piercings and tattoos. His hair was falling into his eyes and his clothing was dirty and old. He was the personification of Destruction.
“Hello.” Death-Dea-told him in her little girl voice. Dea’s wide and almost feral eyes stared up at Shawn. Dea always appeared to be looking into everyone. Of course, the other Personas knew better. Dea was simply-always-seeing deaths flash out of the corner of her eyes.
“Hello.” Shawn repeated, his voice low and gentle. Glancing behind him and then back at her, he stated: “You killed all the flowers.” It wasn’t said meanly or proudly; it was stated, like a fact.
“It’s my job. What I was created for.” Dea told him simply. Then, as an after thought, she cheerfully added: “No one will notice. No one is here. And when we leave, they’ll come alive again.”
Shawn offered Dea a cheeky smile. “I love when you’re on top…of things.” Dea didn’t seem to notice that he was trying to flirt. Dea never noticed that kind of thing. Too busy with the voices and visions in her own head, Shawn supposed. “Glad your brother let you get away.”
“Yes.” Dea was momentarily distracted by the sounds of children laughing and playing somewhere far away. She, herself, had never been a child. She had been made from her older brother’s back and come out as a teenager. The others always told her it was easier for people not to fear her if she looked like a pretty girl. That always made Dea giggle, no one ever thought of Death as a pretty girl. A skeleton with a black robe, yes. But never a pretty girl.
Shawn stared at Dea. Her head was cocked to one side and a sad smile was playing over her ruby lips. “Li is a very good brother.” He wanted Dea back. Shawn never liked it when Dea went off into her head. The things Death saw and thought, they scared him. He was Destruction and the visions Death saw scared him more then anything. “He’s always looking after you, isn’t he?”
Death blinked. “Yes, it’s part of his job.” She said it to Shawn as if he were an idiot. “You know that.”
“I know.” He reached out and took on of her hands in his. “I just, you were going away.”
She nodded. “I get lost, sometimes. There’s just so much in me.” She tapped the side of her head. “It isn’t right that I have to come up with ways to kill them. Cain killed his brother. One of his sister’s was sad and I…” Dea trailed off. “It isn’t right.”
“I know.” Shawn told her as soothingly as he could. He had never been good with this sort of thing.
Personas weren’t supposed to feel. They were made to make sure that every living thing was born with the ability to have emotions, wisdom, destroy, and then die. And yet, yet all the Personas felt and thought. They had ideas and feelings. They told one another jokes and had squabbles over the silliest little things. The Personas were a family. That wasn’t right. It was wrong, a mistake that had never been put right.
Destruction knew that one day the Creator and the Dark Lord would get annoyed and have the Personas destroyed; they’d start anew and fix the problem. Whenever he thought of it, it made him wish he were human. Sure, humans died, but at least they weren’t broken machines that had never been properly fixed.
“Sit.” Shawn shook his head, trying to clear it of his thoughts. Dea was trying to pull him to the ground. She wanted him to sit with her among the dead flowers. Shawn allowed Dea to pull him down. “Good, boy.” Dea offered him a brilliant smile that made Shawn melt; she really was a pretty girl.
“So,” Shawn began slowly. “we got a meetin’ coming up. Wisdom says she’s picking the meetin’ place this year. Don’t even know why it matters where we are. Time makes it all stop.”
“Eve didn’t like your rave last time.” Dea told him, she was referring to Wisdom, Eve to her fellow Personas. “Adam doesn’t like when we fight, so he said she could pick.” Adam was Emotion, and the last thing he needed was to feel another fight in the ranks of the Personas. It was a wonder Adam wasn’t as nutty as Dea.
Shawn snorted. “Eve’s a stuck up bitch, Dea. Don’t listen to her too much, okay?” Dea simply nodded. “Good. You’re a good girl, you know that?” Again, Dea graced Shawn with another small nod.
The two of them were silent for a long while. Dea sat, Indian style, among the dead flowers, simply making herself a crown. Shawn sat across from Dea, watching her and wondering what it would be like to sit in a field of flowers with her and not have the flowers die around them. What would it be like to walk the world with Dea and have people see them? Just a pretty girl and a handsome boy out for the evening or enjoying the sunshine at the beach. For not the first time in his long existence, Shawn wished he were human and not the personification of Destruction.
“You can never be human.” Dea’s child like voice whispered, more to herself then to him. “They made you and if you’re bad, they’ll destroy you.”
Shawn looked deeply into Dea’s eyes and had to smile sadly at her words. No truer words had ever been spoken. No one could ever speak the truth quit like Dea. Came with being Death, Shawn supposed. He tenderly reached out and touched the side of Dea’s pale face.
“Dea? If we could be humans, just for a day, what would you do?”
She thought about that for a moment. “I’d walk on the beach. Feel the warm sun and the sand and not kill with a touch.” Dea offered Shawn a shy smile. “I’d eat the food and drink the water. I’d be noticed by the humans. They wouldn’t be scared by the idea of me.” The thought of being able to walk among the human race was the best thought Dea had ever had. Her face lit up and she was suddenly cheerful. “And…you would be there, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.” His eyes had locked onto hers and he was speaking low, again. It wasn’t fair, the way he felt about her. It was a human feeling and it was just another sign that he was broken. “Yes, my little partner in crime, I’d spend my only day as human with you. And at the end of the day,” he moved closer to her. “at the end, I’d kiss you. I’d kiss you and I wouldn’t taste death, I’d taste you.” Shawn looked away from her for a moment. “I’d…I’d tell you things and not be scared of being…and not be scared.” He laughed to himself. “Hell, if we were human for a day, I’d take you in a manly fashion.”
Dea gave him a puzzled look. “You’d take me, where?”
Shawn chuckled lightly. “Sex, Dea. I’d have sex with you. Hell, it’s all I’ve nearly thought about for eons, now. Truth be told, I‘m surprised I still function.”
Dea nodded, more to herself then to him. She suddenly moved and before Shawn could protest, Dea was sitting on his lap, her long legs off to one side and her head firmly against his chest. “Sex with you would be pleasant.”
“Mmm.” He smelt her hair; it smelt like ash. He loved that smell. “After the sex, I’d hold you and we’d sleep and I‘d whisper to you.” Dea rested against his chest and her long fingers played with his. “Hey, maybe we’d even dream?”
“Maybe we’d make noise in our sleep?” Dea guessed with a little giggle. “We’d be warm and have beating hearts. To be human for a day would be nice.”
Shawn had to agree with that. The personifications of Death and Destruction would be human, be together. It was all he had ever wanted; since the first day he had seen her. Back when she had been sane and scared and shaking as she came into existence. She had fallen from Life’s back, naked and shaking and screaming. It had been then that Shawn had known he’d love her forever; that he’d want and need her for the rest of his existence and forever after that.
The only trouble was, the Personas weren’t supposed to feel that way, at all. Just do what you were made for and don’t think about what it would be like to touch and taste and be inside anyone, even another Persona. That was bad. That was enough to be destroyed. Ironic, that Destruction was always the one in danger of being destroyed.
“Shush.” That was Dea, whispering against his chest. She was talking to him as if he were a small child. “You won’t be destroyed. I won’t let them destroy you. Not you, never you.” She sweetly kissed his neck and tasted war and disasters. “You love me. Not like Li loves me. Not like Adam or Eve or Ti love me. It’s different. You want to be in me. To touch and taste and not be with Death; you want to be with the pretty girl I look like. Whenever you think about me and you, you truly wish we were humans.”
“Yeah, always reading my mind, you are.” He kissed the top of her head. “My little partner in crime. I…I…you know.” If Shawn could have blushed, he knew he would be the color of a tomato by now. He drew her closer and began whispering to her. “You’re my everything. I know it’s wrong; that we shouldn’t feel this way, but I could never help it. It’s almost human of me, isn’t it? It isn’t right that I’m in love with you; that you’re always filling my mind.”
Dea snuggled against him. “No, shush. We’re all too human for our own good. We love and we laugh and we tease and we…we’re a family. Li and Adam and Eve and Ti are our family. It’s alright that you and I are in love. We fit together, always have. You’re mine . I’m yours. We‘ve always walked hand and hand, after all.”
“Still, I wish I were human when I see you. I’d marry you, you know.” Shawn laughed, almost bitterly to himself. “Together forever, yeah? Only not together, together.”
“It’s always been our secret.” She looked at him through her long hair. “We make one another just a little more human. That’s a good thing, Shawn.” Dea licked her lips, though it did nothing. “Kiss me?”
“Kiss you? That sounds good.” He leaned his head closer to hers and gave her a quick kiss on the lips; she tasted like ash and death-he loved it. Feeling brave, he kissed her again, this time deepening the kiss and wrapping his arms around her. If he could just move her closer to him, press her against him, then they would be like the humans they watched.
Dea’s fragile looking body pressed against his. She allowed him to dart his tongue into her mouth. His hands found their purpose under her dress. Her hands found their calling in his uncombed hair. For a brief minute they were perfect together, kissing and feeling and tasting one another. They tasted like wars and disasters and ash and dirt, but they also tasted like love and waiting.
They kissed one another’s flesh and lips, until the sun on Earth started to go down. As the sun set, the pair stood together and Shawn took Dea’s little hand in his.
“Best go find that brother of yours.” He told her with a warm smile. “I’m sure he’s wondering where you’ve run off to.”
Dea gave that a moment’s pause. “Yes, I’m sure he has been looking. Li’ a very good brother to me.” She gave Shawn’s hand a small kiss. “We have a very nice family.”
“That we do, Dea that we do.”
Destruction and Death turned and began walking out of the field of dead flowers and toward the setting sun. As they left the world, fading into the sunlight, the field of flowers spring to life again.
If anyone could have heard the duo, they would have heard Death say to Destruction: “I told you, they always come back to life once I leave. Nothing stays dead with me gone; they just stay dead with me there.”
He chuckled, not unkindly. “That’s my pretty girl. Always looking on the bright side of our crappy lot in existence.”
The pair disappeared into the setting sun light; they had a family to get back to.
- Fin-
Author: walkwithheroes
Email: faye172002@yahoo.com
Summary: A pretty girl, a handsome boy, a field of dead flowers, and what it means to be human and to love.
Rating: PG -13
Warning: Some dialogue about sex, but nothing major.
Fandom: None. Original Characters.
Author's Note: This was supposed to be a horror story. But, because I’ve got this need to try and be all thoughtful and the like, it sort of turned into a reflective, slightly disturbing, angst filled story. Sorry.
The girl walked bare foot through the flowers. As she walked, the flowers around her died. Every living thing she touched died; always had. For as long as she could remember and perhaps before that, she killed things. She was Death.
A pretty little teenage girl that looked like she might break if you pushed her down. She had been made from Life’s back flesh, she remembered that. It had been cold when she’d been made. They’d ask her to deal with a family problem. They had given her a job. Her job was to bring the end of life. It had started with Cain and his brother; it would end with the last breath of the last living thing.
She felt, saw, imagined, and knew about the death of every living thing within the universe. Truth be told, it had made her a bit strange and nutty over the span of time. Of course, the other Personas didn’t seem to mind. Life, her older brother, adored her. Emotion found her pleasant enough. Wisdom and Time both found her to be an odd creature that they needed to look after. And Destruction, Destruction had always had a soft spot for Death. They often went hand and hand after all.
And it was Destruction, Shawn to the other Personas, which Death was walking to meet. No one saw her walk through the field of flowers. No one knew she was there; they never did until it was too late.
“Dea.” The simple nickname was spoken by a male in a voice that let the name mean so much more then just a name should. The personification of death did as instructed. Standing there was a boy, a boy-man really. He appeared to be no older then twenty-three and he was covered in piercings and tattoos. His hair was falling into his eyes and his clothing was dirty and old. He was the personification of Destruction.
“Hello.” Death-Dea-told him in her little girl voice. Dea’s wide and almost feral eyes stared up at Shawn. Dea always appeared to be looking into everyone. Of course, the other Personas knew better. Dea was simply-always-seeing deaths flash out of the corner of her eyes.
“Hello.” Shawn repeated, his voice low and gentle. Glancing behind him and then back at her, he stated: “You killed all the flowers.” It wasn’t said meanly or proudly; it was stated, like a fact.
“It’s my job. What I was created for.” Dea told him simply. Then, as an after thought, she cheerfully added: “No one will notice. No one is here. And when we leave, they’ll come alive again.”
Shawn offered Dea a cheeky smile. “I love when you’re on top…of things.” Dea didn’t seem to notice that he was trying to flirt. Dea never noticed that kind of thing. Too busy with the voices and visions in her own head, Shawn supposed. “Glad your brother let you get away.”
“Yes.” Dea was momentarily distracted by the sounds of children laughing and playing somewhere far away. She, herself, had never been a child. She had been made from her older brother’s back and come out as a teenager. The others always told her it was easier for people not to fear her if she looked like a pretty girl. That always made Dea giggle, no one ever thought of Death as a pretty girl. A skeleton with a black robe, yes. But never a pretty girl.
Shawn stared at Dea. Her head was cocked to one side and a sad smile was playing over her ruby lips. “Li is a very good brother.” He wanted Dea back. Shawn never liked it when Dea went off into her head. The things Death saw and thought, they scared him. He was Destruction and the visions Death saw scared him more then anything. “He’s always looking after you, isn’t he?”
Death blinked. “Yes, it’s part of his job.” She said it to Shawn as if he were an idiot. “You know that.”
“I know.” He reached out and took on of her hands in his. “I just, you were going away.”
She nodded. “I get lost, sometimes. There’s just so much in me.” She tapped the side of her head. “It isn’t right that I have to come up with ways to kill them. Cain killed his brother. One of his sister’s was sad and I…” Dea trailed off. “It isn’t right.”
“I know.” Shawn told her as soothingly as he could. He had never been good with this sort of thing.
Personas weren’t supposed to feel. They were made to make sure that every living thing was born with the ability to have emotions, wisdom, destroy, and then die. And yet, yet all the Personas felt and thought. They had ideas and feelings. They told one another jokes and had squabbles over the silliest little things. The Personas were a family. That wasn’t right. It was wrong, a mistake that had never been put right.
Destruction knew that one day the Creator and the Dark Lord would get annoyed and have the Personas destroyed; they’d start anew and fix the problem. Whenever he thought of it, it made him wish he were human. Sure, humans died, but at least they weren’t broken machines that had never been properly fixed.
“Sit.” Shawn shook his head, trying to clear it of his thoughts. Dea was trying to pull him to the ground. She wanted him to sit with her among the dead flowers. Shawn allowed Dea to pull him down. “Good, boy.” Dea offered him a brilliant smile that made Shawn melt; she really was a pretty girl.
“So,” Shawn began slowly. “we got a meetin’ coming up. Wisdom says she’s picking the meetin’ place this year. Don’t even know why it matters where we are. Time makes it all stop.”
“Eve didn’t like your rave last time.” Dea told him, she was referring to Wisdom, Eve to her fellow Personas. “Adam doesn’t like when we fight, so he said she could pick.” Adam was Emotion, and the last thing he needed was to feel another fight in the ranks of the Personas. It was a wonder Adam wasn’t as nutty as Dea.
Shawn snorted. “Eve’s a stuck up bitch, Dea. Don’t listen to her too much, okay?” Dea simply nodded. “Good. You’re a good girl, you know that?” Again, Dea graced Shawn with another small nod.
The two of them were silent for a long while. Dea sat, Indian style, among the dead flowers, simply making herself a crown. Shawn sat across from Dea, watching her and wondering what it would be like to sit in a field of flowers with her and not have the flowers die around them. What would it be like to walk the world with Dea and have people see them? Just a pretty girl and a handsome boy out for the evening or enjoying the sunshine at the beach. For not the first time in his long existence, Shawn wished he were human and not the personification of Destruction.
“You can never be human.” Dea’s child like voice whispered, more to herself then to him. “They made you and if you’re bad, they’ll destroy you.”
Shawn looked deeply into Dea’s eyes and had to smile sadly at her words. No truer words had ever been spoken. No one could ever speak the truth quit like Dea. Came with being Death, Shawn supposed. He tenderly reached out and touched the side of Dea’s pale face.
“Dea? If we could be humans, just for a day, what would you do?”
She thought about that for a moment. “I’d walk on the beach. Feel the warm sun and the sand and not kill with a touch.” Dea offered Shawn a shy smile. “I’d eat the food and drink the water. I’d be noticed by the humans. They wouldn’t be scared by the idea of me.” The thought of being able to walk among the human race was the best thought Dea had ever had. Her face lit up and she was suddenly cheerful. “And…you would be there, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.” His eyes had locked onto hers and he was speaking low, again. It wasn’t fair, the way he felt about her. It was a human feeling and it was just another sign that he was broken. “Yes, my little partner in crime, I’d spend my only day as human with you. And at the end of the day,” he moved closer to her. “at the end, I’d kiss you. I’d kiss you and I wouldn’t taste death, I’d taste you.” Shawn looked away from her for a moment. “I’d…I’d tell you things and not be scared of being…and not be scared.” He laughed to himself. “Hell, if we were human for a day, I’d take you in a manly fashion.”
Dea gave him a puzzled look. “You’d take me, where?”
Shawn chuckled lightly. “Sex, Dea. I’d have sex with you. Hell, it’s all I’ve nearly thought about for eons, now. Truth be told, I‘m surprised I still function.”
Dea nodded, more to herself then to him. She suddenly moved and before Shawn could protest, Dea was sitting on his lap, her long legs off to one side and her head firmly against his chest. “Sex with you would be pleasant.”
“Mmm.” He smelt her hair; it smelt like ash. He loved that smell. “After the sex, I’d hold you and we’d sleep and I‘d whisper to you.” Dea rested against his chest and her long fingers played with his. “Hey, maybe we’d even dream?”
“Maybe we’d make noise in our sleep?” Dea guessed with a little giggle. “We’d be warm and have beating hearts. To be human for a day would be nice.”
Shawn had to agree with that. The personifications of Death and Destruction would be human, be together. It was all he had ever wanted; since the first day he had seen her. Back when she had been sane and scared and shaking as she came into existence. She had fallen from Life’s back, naked and shaking and screaming. It had been then that Shawn had known he’d love her forever; that he’d want and need her for the rest of his existence and forever after that.
The only trouble was, the Personas weren’t supposed to feel that way, at all. Just do what you were made for and don’t think about what it would be like to touch and taste and be inside anyone, even another Persona. That was bad. That was enough to be destroyed. Ironic, that Destruction was always the one in danger of being destroyed.
“Shush.” That was Dea, whispering against his chest. She was talking to him as if he were a small child. “You won’t be destroyed. I won’t let them destroy you. Not you, never you.” She sweetly kissed his neck and tasted war and disasters. “You love me. Not like Li loves me. Not like Adam or Eve or Ti love me. It’s different. You want to be in me. To touch and taste and not be with Death; you want to be with the pretty girl I look like. Whenever you think about me and you, you truly wish we were humans.”
“Yeah, always reading my mind, you are.” He kissed the top of her head. “My little partner in crime. I…I…you know.” If Shawn could have blushed, he knew he would be the color of a tomato by now. He drew her closer and began whispering to her. “You’re my everything. I know it’s wrong; that we shouldn’t feel this way, but I could never help it. It’s almost human of me, isn’t it? It isn’t right that I’m in love with you; that you’re always filling my mind.”
Dea snuggled against him. “No, shush. We’re all too human for our own good. We love and we laugh and we tease and we…we’re a family. Li and Adam and Eve and Ti are our family. It’s alright that you and I are in love. We fit together, always have. You’re mine . I’m yours. We‘ve always walked hand and hand, after all.”
“Still, I wish I were human when I see you. I’d marry you, you know.” Shawn laughed, almost bitterly to himself. “Together forever, yeah? Only not together, together.”
“It’s always been our secret.” She looked at him through her long hair. “We make one another just a little more human. That’s a good thing, Shawn.” Dea licked her lips, though it did nothing. “Kiss me?”
“Kiss you? That sounds good.” He leaned his head closer to hers and gave her a quick kiss on the lips; she tasted like ash and death-he loved it. Feeling brave, he kissed her again, this time deepening the kiss and wrapping his arms around her. If he could just move her closer to him, press her against him, then they would be like the humans they watched.
Dea’s fragile looking body pressed against his. She allowed him to dart his tongue into her mouth. His hands found their purpose under her dress. Her hands found their calling in his uncombed hair. For a brief minute they were perfect together, kissing and feeling and tasting one another. They tasted like wars and disasters and ash and dirt, but they also tasted like love and waiting.
They kissed one another’s flesh and lips, until the sun on Earth started to go down. As the sun set, the pair stood together and Shawn took Dea’s little hand in his.
“Best go find that brother of yours.” He told her with a warm smile. “I’m sure he’s wondering where you’ve run off to.”
Dea gave that a moment’s pause. “Yes, I’m sure he has been looking. Li’ a very good brother to me.” She gave Shawn’s hand a small kiss. “We have a very nice family.”
“That we do, Dea that we do.”
Destruction and Death turned and began walking out of the field of dead flowers and toward the setting sun. As they left the world, fading into the sunlight, the field of flowers spring to life again.
If anyone could have heard the duo, they would have heard Death say to Destruction: “I told you, they always come back to life once I leave. Nothing stays dead with me gone; they just stay dead with me there.”
He chuckled, not unkindly. “That’s my pretty girl. Always looking on the bright side of our crappy lot in existence.”
The pair disappeared into the setting sun light; they had a family to get back to.
- Fin-
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Date: 2005-10-21 08:24 pm (UTC)Angie
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Date: 2005-10-21 08:32 pm (UTC)Diskworld is a movie? I'll have to check that out.
Well, I think Destruction aka Shawn might just be more in love with Death aka Dea, but then again she does love him very much.
I might write more of this story later. I'd love to explore the other Personas and all their relationships with one another.
Neil Gaiman and his Endless better watch out..... ;)
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Date: 2005-10-21 08:39 pm (UTC)Angie
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Date: 2005-10-21 08:50 pm (UTC)