"It's like in the great stories... The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why."
aldiara on May 15th, 2011 04:22 pm (UTC) Oubliette (or I May Have Some Serious Marian Hate To Work Out of My System)
The room's only window has been bricked up, but there's a gap in the top right corner. A little ray of sunshine comes through every morning, travels across the dusty floor in a narrow sliver of light, then disappears. Most of the time it's dark, though.
She brings him food, sometimes, and women. They're all skinny, and he doesn't know how much she pays them. He doesn't really care; in the dark, they could all be her.
At first, he screamed, cursed, begged. She only shrugged. "You wanted us to be happy in a back room. Aren't you happy, Marian?"