Title: Silver
Challenge/prompt: #9, returning
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentioned character death. (Not the boys!)

He stands there; a slender, lonely shape against the silver sky.

The last embers die down. There is nothing left of the life he had. She is gone. The funeral pyre fades.

He turns away. His long hair shines golden in the dimming light; silver gleams between the gold. He is still beautiful.


Hidden in the shadows a tall man is watching him. A man who died decades ago.

The man steps out in the light. 'You are free now,' he says, softly, and the look they share chases the ghosts and the pain away.

In the middle of silver-sharp sorrow is golden joy.

Title: Golden
Challenge/prompt: #9, returning
Rating: PG
Warnings: None

He turns; black hair bouncing around his face.

Above him the sun is golden, and he smiles as he sees you. No matter how crooked his smile is, it outshines the sun.

You are in love and so is he, you can see it in his eyes.

You smile. Your smile is a mirror of his. The tear burning in the corner of your eye is your own.

'Come back to me,' you whisper and put the picture down as your heart breaks.

It stands there, on your bedside table, holding the remains of your golden happines in a golden frame.