Endless Horizons | Ronan's Last
Apr 29, 2019 22:32:42 GMT -5
Post by Tom on Apr 29, 2019 22:32:42 GMT -5
"You are a story for the ages."
Death comes in the form of a clown queen breaking a collarbone. The pain flourishes to life like the rising sunflowers in the distance or the clouds that rain down the distance where he left Raven behind. A story that rings with an ending broken bone and the death of ruin. Pestilence can only go so far before a cure is made. Love in the most basic of all forms, the cure that took down the ruin that he was. The fire is fizzling out with his bones as he doesn't cry, but lays on his back staring up into the crisp blue sky, staring as if the world wasn't collapsing around him.
The day was beautiful.
This story of pain and suffering was ending in a flourish of blues and reds. Is this what Riordan had felt in death? A euphoria of acceptance for the things he's done. Riding the waves of comfort through his body as if the numbness was rising higher and higher through his body. The sun glitters with it's oranges and reds as if the only constant in his life were mourning for him, but he could only silently wish it to stay. The longer the sun stays, the longer he has to live. Fear is in his veins, but he swallows it down into his gut and stares at the sky, letting himself float in a sea of peace. A peace that he rightfully deserved for years.
A hand clasps onto his own, barely feeling it in his grip.
Eyes glance to Diana's hand on his own before he looks back to the sky.
I'll see you soon.
For a second, he swears it's not Diana, but Aurora Lachance who's gripping his hand. The aching smile in her lips with eyes that glitter with pride towards him, but he knew that he wouldn't get to see her, even after death. Hell was waiting for him. Ex would come visit in the end and laugh when Ronan sits on the throne of hell, suffering for eternity, but right now, he ignores that thought. He in turn gives in to the feeling of Aurora Lachance, the feeling of love from Diana Sayers, and the dreams Severus Ward must be putting in his head.
You’re the biggest damn hero I’ve ever met.
Hero. Villain. Either way, he was dying. Both die eventually, whether it's in a blaze of glory or in a cold stare, both die exactly the way they came. Human. Ronan fell in the middle of both with heroic tendencies, but villainous outlooks, he's somewhere in the middle of a story. A character that is both loved and hated at the same time, one that'll morph the story into a climax of emotions and change. Ma would say he was a villain, but Rory told him he was a hero.
Love rang louder than pain.
In these final last moments of breathing in hard breaths and sunny, blue skies, he can't help but feel a peace that washes over him. It's a quiet kind where it fills his body with a warm of pride that he's done all that he can do. Six was on his shoulders, but Six wouldn't come home. Teddy Ursa would be frustrated in that glass castle of his. Ronan could accept this end. He could give his final bow and move to his suffering for the rest of his life for the things he's done. The things he's become.
Saturn Rhodon could rip him apart in the next life.
Aurora Lachance could tell him how awful he truly was.
Severus Ward could blame him for losing his dreams.
In the end, he would be fine with that. If just for this moment of peace, of silence, of nothingness and lack of fear for the reaper. Ronan, pestilence, and the creation of ruin. He's seen too much to be sent into a peaceful life after this one. Savior was right about him being a bitch in the end. Always running and never stopping to look back at the ruin that he created. A silence fills him as he grips tighter for a moment, just to feel like someone was holding onto him.
The sun dips closer and closer to the horizon as the skies turn pink and orange.
Ronan gave the biggest performance that he could. With love and loss, he created the tragedy of a boy from six with acts filled with change. Character growth that he didn't know he had. A smile on his lips as he thinks of how badly he wanted a cigarette right now. Caspar could forgive him. Twila would remember him. Caspian would mourn him. Even the Keenis, might remember him, but for now he's alone in this place knowing that his legacy will be talked about for a bit.
They'd remember Ronan Keeni-Einfallen for the years to come.
The final act was here. In the form of love, the only thing he had never expected to come. They loved him. Rory. Severus. Raven. Finding a new peace within the walls of a place filled with only death. His only regret is never getting to tell Raven goodbye. A true goodbye to War, the only one left in this place. Squeezing the hand that seems to now belong to Rory Lachance, he watches the sun set on this beautiful day.
Only a second before he can realize that he can't breath anymore.
Only a second for him to smile at Diana Sayers with the only genuine smile that he has ever had.
Death doesn't hurt.
It burns like a fire through his skin, until everything goes black with the last flicker of sun on the horizon going out with a silent ash. The smoke rising in his body as he feels the death taking over his body, until he vanishes like the ruin he had left behind.
Alone.
Dark.
Silent.
Everything is dark for too long.
Almost as if he's clinging on to what little life he had left. The warmth of a hand is still there as he lays, not daring to open his eyes in fear of what is on the other side. A thumb rubs against the back of his hand as he keeps himself quiet, but something's missing. It's as if the pain in his body was no longer there, the blossoming of a painful red rose isn't there.
As the grip of someone urges him awake, he holds the fear deep down in his chest before his eyes open fully to see nothing.
Nothing, but a darkness that seems too familiar.
Until there's a hand in his grasp that pulls him away from the darkness, until light pours into their skin, glowing with the light. The sun rising from the horizon to the same place where death resided in his body. Eyes glance to the hand and up to the person slowly. It's familiar and different at the same time. The same eyes, the same hands, the same familiarity that used to make his heartbeat out of pride and protectiveness.
Lady death was before him.
With the form of Aurora Lachance, staring back at him with those eyes that held more behind them than anything else.
"You're not her."
Lady Death's lips break into a smile as he tugs his hand away from her. The resemblance is frightening as he rubs against his palm with a long ache as if it were in that position for a long time. Lady Death's eyes glow with a hollowness behind those irises as he almost dares to run. Run away from it all, but he's got no where to go anymore. No where to run to when all that was left was the end of a story and the beginning on his hell. She speaks to him in the silence of a morning in this fucked up place.
"Oh, Ronan. You're a special boy."
The hollowness in the words feels empty.
"Of course, I'm not them. They're alright though, no need to worry about them anymore, Ronan."
Worry eases from his body as he silently waits as Lady Death turns from Rory into Severus into Raven and then into someone else. The original person that Lady Death was. A silence fills him as he crosses his arms and glares at the face of death. She's laughing lightly as he holds himself gently. Death was meant to be easy, sent to the next place where he could suffer forever like Ex wanted him to. Like Saturn wanted him to. Except, that's not what others would want.
Death speaks with words that sends him into a panic.
"You're interesting. Heart in the right place, but actions in the wrong place. Not a hero. Not a villain."
The scroll of paper that rolls makes him blink curiously at Death.
Ronan's never been one for believing in gods or death, but right now, he's stuck in this place with a strange woman, who obviously knew more than him. For a second, he swears he can see black wings from somewhere, but his eyes glance back to his own hands as he stares at them, remembering the way Diana had told him that he was loved, despite not feeling it. He wanted to see Rory. Right now, that's all he wanted to do.
The way her voice seemed to make him calm and the way she knew he wasn't the man who everyone thought he was. Ma could hate him forever, but as long as Rory still believed in him. He could suffer for an eternity for that. Severus' dreams were being fulfilled somewhere, he had to believe in that. He had to believe Raven would find what she was looking for. He would have to believe Ex found a way to accept his life.
In the end, he was neither a villain or a hero, but he was a boy with so much pain that his weaknesses were built up in a wall of concrete as his confidence oozed from the edges.
A story for the ages.
"This is interesting. You're not the normal case, Ruin."
Eyes glance back to death as he opens his mouth to speak before closing it.
"I know what we'll do. You've got a chance, Ronan. Don't forget it."
A snap of fingers is all he hears as the echoing of the noise makes his vision fade to black and the area swirls until it's nothing, but silence.
The dark breaks way to a light that glimmers on him.
For a moment, he feels like nothing's changed. As if he were still the same Ronan Keeni-Einfallen as he was before, but he knew death had taken him. Death had decided his fate. The idea of hope doesn't fill his head because he knew where he would end up ever since helping tear Ex's alliance apart. He knew the heat that would scorch his body with the fire as the people in the hospitals used to say to them.
Except, it's cold when he's finally adjusting to the light.
Not a cold that's uncomfortable, but the kind of cold that makes his body have goosebumps and where his breath can be seen in the open air. It's silent in this place as he can see lights of buildings and the warm breath that leaves his lips. He's almost terrified that the capitol did the unthinkable and brought him back to be tortured over and over, but he can recognize this place.
Six was always too familiar to him.
The semi-lit streets of Six with a calm chill that always made the walk to the hospital difficult. The coats that he had worn on the many walks he made from this street, except now he's alone and in just a black coat, a shirt, and jeans. The silence is long as he thinks of how this street should be bustling with people by this time of day, but it's empty.
Before he even gets a chance to step forward, he can see a lone person in the distance.
A silence fills the area as he feels his pockets for a moment for something to protect himself, but instead he feels the form of a paper, the scroll coming out as he stares wide eyed at it. The sound of his own heartbeat, if it were even real in his ears. The feeling of wings along his back that make him close his eyes and remember Lady Death.
I'll see you soon, Perennials.
Ronan had many names.
Pestilence.
The creation of ruin.
Bitch.
So many others that he could not remember, but now all that mattered was his only one.
Ronan Keeni-Einfallen, a reaper.
As the silence of District Six's morning fills the air, he walks towards the lone figure.
He is a story for the ages.
Ronan Keeni-Einfallen.
Not a hero. Not a villain.
The guide for lost souls.
Death comes in the form of a clown queen breaking a collarbone. The pain flourishes to life like the rising sunflowers in the distance or the clouds that rain down the distance where he left Raven behind. A story that rings with an ending broken bone and the death of ruin. Pestilence can only go so far before a cure is made. Love in the most basic of all forms, the cure that took down the ruin that he was. The fire is fizzling out with his bones as he doesn't cry, but lays on his back staring up into the crisp blue sky, staring as if the world wasn't collapsing around him.
The day was beautiful.
This story of pain and suffering was ending in a flourish of blues and reds. Is this what Riordan had felt in death? A euphoria of acceptance for the things he's done. Riding the waves of comfort through his body as if the numbness was rising higher and higher through his body. The sun glitters with it's oranges and reds as if the only constant in his life were mourning for him, but he could only silently wish it to stay. The longer the sun stays, the longer he has to live. Fear is in his veins, but he swallows it down into his gut and stares at the sky, letting himself float in a sea of peace. A peace that he rightfully deserved for years.
A hand clasps onto his own, barely feeling it in his grip.
Eyes glance to Diana's hand on his own before he looks back to the sky.
I'll see you soon.
For a second, he swears it's not Diana, but Aurora Lachance who's gripping his hand. The aching smile in her lips with eyes that glitter with pride towards him, but he knew that he wouldn't get to see her, even after death. Hell was waiting for him. Ex would come visit in the end and laugh when Ronan sits on the throne of hell, suffering for eternity, but right now, he ignores that thought. He in turn gives in to the feeling of Aurora Lachance, the feeling of love from Diana Sayers, and the dreams Severus Ward must be putting in his head.
You’re the biggest damn hero I’ve ever met.
Hero. Villain. Either way, he was dying. Both die eventually, whether it's in a blaze of glory or in a cold stare, both die exactly the way they came. Human. Ronan fell in the middle of both with heroic tendencies, but villainous outlooks, he's somewhere in the middle of a story. A character that is both loved and hated at the same time, one that'll morph the story into a climax of emotions and change. Ma would say he was a villain, but Rory told him he was a hero.
Love rang louder than pain.
In these final last moments of breathing in hard breaths and sunny, blue skies, he can't help but feel a peace that washes over him. It's a quiet kind where it fills his body with a warm of pride that he's done all that he can do. Six was on his shoulders, but Six wouldn't come home. Teddy Ursa would be frustrated in that glass castle of his. Ronan could accept this end. He could give his final bow and move to his suffering for the rest of his life for the things he's done. The things he's become.
Saturn Rhodon could rip him apart in the next life.
Aurora Lachance could tell him how awful he truly was.
Severus Ward could blame him for losing his dreams.
In the end, he would be fine with that. If just for this moment of peace, of silence, of nothingness and lack of fear for the reaper. Ronan, pestilence, and the creation of ruin. He's seen too much to be sent into a peaceful life after this one. Savior was right about him being a bitch in the end. Always running and never stopping to look back at the ruin that he created. A silence fills him as he grips tighter for a moment, just to feel like someone was holding onto him.
The sun dips closer and closer to the horizon as the skies turn pink and orange.
Ronan gave the biggest performance that he could. With love and loss, he created the tragedy of a boy from six with acts filled with change. Character growth that he didn't know he had. A smile on his lips as he thinks of how badly he wanted a cigarette right now. Caspar could forgive him. Twila would remember him. Caspian would mourn him. Even the Keenis, might remember him, but for now he's alone in this place knowing that his legacy will be talked about for a bit.
They'd remember Ronan Keeni-Einfallen for the years to come.
The final act was here. In the form of love, the only thing he had never expected to come. They loved him. Rory. Severus. Raven. Finding a new peace within the walls of a place filled with only death. His only regret is never getting to tell Raven goodbye. A true goodbye to War, the only one left in this place. Squeezing the hand that seems to now belong to Rory Lachance, he watches the sun set on this beautiful day.
Only a second before he can realize that he can't breath anymore.
Only a second for him to smile at Diana Sayers with the only genuine smile that he has ever had.
Death doesn't hurt.
It burns like a fire through his skin, until everything goes black with the last flicker of sun on the horizon going out with a silent ash. The smoke rising in his body as he feels the death taking over his body, until he vanishes like the ruin he had left behind.
Alone.
Dark.
Silent.
Everything is dark for too long.
Almost as if he's clinging on to what little life he had left. The warmth of a hand is still there as he lays, not daring to open his eyes in fear of what is on the other side. A thumb rubs against the back of his hand as he keeps himself quiet, but something's missing. It's as if the pain in his body was no longer there, the blossoming of a painful red rose isn't there.
As the grip of someone urges him awake, he holds the fear deep down in his chest before his eyes open fully to see nothing.
Nothing, but a darkness that seems too familiar.
Until there's a hand in his grasp that pulls him away from the darkness, until light pours into their skin, glowing with the light. The sun rising from the horizon to the same place where death resided in his body. Eyes glance to the hand and up to the person slowly. It's familiar and different at the same time. The same eyes, the same hands, the same familiarity that used to make his heartbeat out of pride and protectiveness.
Lady death was before him.
With the form of Aurora Lachance, staring back at him with those eyes that held more behind them than anything else.
"You're not her."
Lady Death's lips break into a smile as he tugs his hand away from her. The resemblance is frightening as he rubs against his palm with a long ache as if it were in that position for a long time. Lady Death's eyes glow with a hollowness behind those irises as he almost dares to run. Run away from it all, but he's got no where to go anymore. No where to run to when all that was left was the end of a story and the beginning on his hell. She speaks to him in the silence of a morning in this fucked up place.
"Oh, Ronan. You're a special boy."
The hollowness in the words feels empty.
"Of course, I'm not them. They're alright though, no need to worry about them anymore, Ronan."
Worry eases from his body as he silently waits as Lady Death turns from Rory into Severus into Raven and then into someone else. The original person that Lady Death was. A silence fills him as he crosses his arms and glares at the face of death. She's laughing lightly as he holds himself gently. Death was meant to be easy, sent to the next place where he could suffer forever like Ex wanted him to. Like Saturn wanted him to. Except, that's not what others would want.
Death speaks with words that sends him into a panic.
"You're interesting. Heart in the right place, but actions in the wrong place. Not a hero. Not a villain."
The scroll of paper that rolls makes him blink curiously at Death.
Ronan's never been one for believing in gods or death, but right now, he's stuck in this place with a strange woman, who obviously knew more than him. For a second, he swears he can see black wings from somewhere, but his eyes glance back to his own hands as he stares at them, remembering the way Diana had told him that he was loved, despite not feeling it. He wanted to see Rory. Right now, that's all he wanted to do.
The way her voice seemed to make him calm and the way she knew he wasn't the man who everyone thought he was. Ma could hate him forever, but as long as Rory still believed in him. He could suffer for an eternity for that. Severus' dreams were being fulfilled somewhere, he had to believe in that. He had to believe Raven would find what she was looking for. He would have to believe Ex found a way to accept his life.
In the end, he was neither a villain or a hero, but he was a boy with so much pain that his weaknesses were built up in a wall of concrete as his confidence oozed from the edges.
A story for the ages.
"This is interesting. You're not the normal case, Ruin."
Eyes glance back to death as he opens his mouth to speak before closing it.
"I know what we'll do. You've got a chance, Ronan. Don't forget it."
A snap of fingers is all he hears as the echoing of the noise makes his vision fade to black and the area swirls until it's nothing, but silence.
The dark breaks way to a light that glimmers on him.
For a moment, he feels like nothing's changed. As if he were still the same Ronan Keeni-Einfallen as he was before, but he knew death had taken him. Death had decided his fate. The idea of hope doesn't fill his head because he knew where he would end up ever since helping tear Ex's alliance apart. He knew the heat that would scorch his body with the fire as the people in the hospitals used to say to them.
Except, it's cold when he's finally adjusting to the light.
Not a cold that's uncomfortable, but the kind of cold that makes his body have goosebumps and where his breath can be seen in the open air. It's silent in this place as he can see lights of buildings and the warm breath that leaves his lips. He's almost terrified that the capitol did the unthinkable and brought him back to be tortured over and over, but he can recognize this place.
Six was always too familiar to him.
The semi-lit streets of Six with a calm chill that always made the walk to the hospital difficult. The coats that he had worn on the many walks he made from this street, except now he's alone and in just a black coat, a shirt, and jeans. The silence is long as he thinks of how this street should be bustling with people by this time of day, but it's empty.
Before he even gets a chance to step forward, he can see a lone person in the distance.
A silence fills the area as he feels his pockets for a moment for something to protect himself, but instead he feels the form of a paper, the scroll coming out as he stares wide eyed at it. The sound of his own heartbeat, if it were even real in his ears. The feeling of wings along his back that make him close his eyes and remember Lady Death.
I'll see you soon, Perennials.
Ronan had many names.
Pestilence.
The creation of ruin.
Bitch.
So many others that he could not remember, but now all that mattered was his only one.
Ronan Keeni-Einfallen, a reaper.
As the silence of District Six's morning fills the air, he walks towards the lone figure.
He is a story for the ages.
Ronan Keeni-Einfallen.
Not a hero. Not a villain.
The guide for lost souls.
