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The Spell [Estonia]
Title: The Spell
Characters/Pairing: Estonia
Rating: 15+ for violent imagery
Length: 305
Summary: "I sing the song of life". The Singing Revolution. A struggle for voice, and for freedom.
Other: Originally posted in my personal journal. (Original entry)
The Spell
Listen-
Energy shooting through, burning through black, a white-hot blue-hot lightning running through cords, everything crackling sparks.
Voice speaking silently, "Listen, listen- "
Listen to what I say, this song that I sing, voiceless wordless going out to you in electricity, numbers making up what you see.
Listen to me and these words that I speak, wind whispering in your ears, hand touching hand, feeling it but seeing nothing. Wind-words piercing deep through, my strength your strength, your strength mine as you cling to me like rooted plants, thirsting. Your energy is a life-blood running through these words, my veins blue under white, running through into deep black goodness, unseen and comforting, the black seed of life at my centre.
Listen-
I sing the song of life, of bodies beaten black and blue, white teeth snapping, white bones cracking, white bodies falling, the good black earth splashed screaming red. I sing of voices strangled and choked, song ripped from lungs, but not enough to quiet you, no, they didn't cut out your tongues.
Defiant, you whispered your words: Power song, strength song, wind song, hope song, love songs, all those words that you sang to me. Root yourself clean now in my good earth, warm black soul untouched under a domed sky, a blue eggshell. Sing of cool skies on winter's days, black pines still and peaceful, murmuring gently.
These songs we sing are our stories, yours and mine, written down over time in blackest black ink on crisp white vellum, my fingertips blue and white, chilled and marked.
Sing our stories, those words made silent by hands on our necks, choking, cutting through the sound of our voices. Sing, never silent. Sing until your throats are hoarse; my sisters, my brothers, my lovers, my friends-
Sing with me the song I am singing.
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Characters/Pairing: Estonia
Rating: 15+ for violent imagery
Length: 305
Summary: "I sing the song of life". The Singing Revolution. A struggle for voice, and for freedom.
Other: Originally posted in my personal journal. (Original entry)
The Spell
Listen-
Energy shooting through, burning through black, a white-hot blue-hot lightning running through cords, everything crackling sparks.
Voice speaking silently, "Listen, listen- "
Listen to what I say, this song that I sing, voiceless wordless going out to you in electricity, numbers making up what you see.
Listen to me and these words that I speak, wind whispering in your ears, hand touching hand, feeling it but seeing nothing. Wind-words piercing deep through, my strength your strength, your strength mine as you cling to me like rooted plants, thirsting. Your energy is a life-blood running through these words, my veins blue under white, running through into deep black goodness, unseen and comforting, the black seed of life at my centre.
Listen-
I sing the song of life, of bodies beaten black and blue, white teeth snapping, white bones cracking, white bodies falling, the good black earth splashed screaming red. I sing of voices strangled and choked, song ripped from lungs, but not enough to quiet you, no, they didn't cut out your tongues.
Defiant, you whispered your words: Power song, strength song, wind song, hope song, love songs, all those words that you sang to me. Root yourself clean now in my good earth, warm black soul untouched under a domed sky, a blue eggshell. Sing of cool skies on winter's days, black pines still and peaceful, murmuring gently.
These songs we sing are our stories, yours and mine, written down over time in blackest black ink on crisp white vellum, my fingertips blue and white, chilled and marked.
Sing our stories, those words made silent by hands on our necks, choking, cutting through the sound of our voices. Sing, never silent. Sing until your throats are hoarse; my sisters, my brothers, my lovers, my friends-
Sing with me the song I am singing.
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