The most annoying thing about Poe’s resurrection, once he got past the fact that he had been resurrected (or, really, once he started ignoring that, he had to or his mind simply shut down) was the fact that he had been resurrected naked on a cliff overlooking the ocean. It was a nice place for someone to have dumped his ashes, Poe guessed, but it was a fucking terribly place to come back to life (don’t think about it, don’t think about it, DON’T THINK ABOUT IT) naked.
His feet, by the time he found civilization, were bloodied messes. His hands as well. He had scratches up and down his legs and arms and the only reason he’d gotten out of the forest without a mark on his junk was by moving very carefully. He wasn’t really surprised that the first person who saw him had screamed and called the police.
He was just grateful that they’d been doing laundry that day and, after answering the door and seeing Poe’s naked form, had dumped their laundry basket all over Poe and the front porch. Sure, the clothes didn’t smell great, and they didn’t fit quite right but… but Poe would take what he could get.
Man, he missed his jacket.
Not that he’d have gotten his jacket back if he’d been resurrected wearing the clothes he had died in (what would they have dressed him in at the cremation? Hell if he knew, hell… hell… DON’ THINK ABOUT IT) he’d put all of his clothes in a church donation box the day before his contract came up.
He’d never intended to fight the contract.
There was ringing in his ears.
No, not ringing, a screaming, Poe couldn’t… he fell to his knees and clutched his head. He… he needed… he might have screamed, he couldn’t tell, there wasn’t… the glass of the abandoned gas station he’d broken into shattered. Dust and anything looters had ignored shook off the shelves and crashed into the ground.
If shit falls to the ground and the only person around to hear is in agonizing aural pain, does it make a sound?
Poe laughed, even as he screamed.
It’s not like anyone would hear.
The screaming (ringing, bells, a sound like discordant glass bells being smashed together for eternity) stopped.
Eventually.
“Thank god.”
It was the closest he’d come to prayer in a long time.
Re: Fill: When Angels Weep 6/??
His feet, by the time he found civilization, were bloodied messes. His hands as well. He had scratches up and down his legs and arms and the only reason he’d gotten out of the forest without a mark on his junk was by moving very carefully. He wasn’t really surprised that the first person who saw him had screamed and called the police.
He was just grateful that they’d been doing laundry that day and, after answering the door and seeing Poe’s naked form, had dumped their laundry basket all over Poe and the front porch. Sure, the clothes didn’t smell great, and they didn’t fit quite right but… but Poe would take what he could get.
Man, he missed his jacket.
Not that he’d have gotten his jacket back if he’d been resurrected wearing the clothes he had died in (what would they have dressed him in at the cremation? Hell if he knew, hell… hell… DON’ THINK ABOUT IT) he’d put all of his clothes in a church donation box the day before his contract came up.
He’d never intended to fight the contract.
There was ringing in his ears.
No, not ringing, a screaming, Poe couldn’t… he fell to his knees and clutched his head. He… he needed… he might have screamed, he couldn’t tell, there wasn’t… the glass of the abandoned gas station he’d broken into shattered. Dust and anything looters had ignored shook off the shelves and crashed into the ground.
If shit falls to the ground and the only person around to hear is in agonizing aural pain, does it make a sound?
Poe laughed, even as he screamed.
It’s not like anyone would hear.
The screaming (ringing, bells, a sound like discordant glass bells being smashed together for eternity) stopped.
Eventually.
“Thank god.”
It was the closest he’d come to prayer in a long time.