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AftermathNote: I'm not used to writing in English (it's not my first language) so consider this a warning. I'm sorry for any and all grammar errors.Aftermath by ~Keta97
Synopsis: Sigyn returns to Asgard from a visit to her parents only to discover that Loki is gone. Thor explains to her everything that happened.
(Sigyn's view of the events of the movie)
Sigyn stopped her white mare in front of the palace stables and dismounted. One of the stable masters was immediately by her side, bowling quickly and taking her horse away. She didn't pay much attention to him and headed off towards the palace.
She just returned from a visit to her parents. They owned a country residence located a few miles away from the golden towers of the royal palace and surrounding buildings in a romantic green valley. She visited them from time to time even though she now lived in the palace. She was the wife of one of the princes after all.
This was also something that her parents will never stop blaming her for, for sure. They will
Rejected - Chapter 3: WelcomeRejected - Chapter 3: Welcome by ~MasterPassionCreed
Chell wakes up to the sound of the radio.
Her head is numb, her field of vision fuzzy; but her ears, the first sense she can take control of, elaborate the tune right away. It is more than familiar to her. It is a strong memory from her recent past, and it fills, with its presence, a place she has never seen before.
Chell loses herself in the pattern of the tiles; she touches the orange fabric on her skin, puzzled, amazed. This is so different from the dreams she lives in her sleep. It must be real, it must be like the voice says – but what do tests, experiments, have to do with her?
Focusing turns out to be more difficult than she thought. Definitely, there is more to it than the mystery of her position in space and time.
It is when she tries harder, step after step in the process of remembering, that it dawns on her; the chanting of the radio is, actually, the only memory she holds of a terribly long time span. It is the one bridge between two of her thoughts – the unclea
Rejected - Chapter 2: AbnormalRejected - Chapter 2: Abnormal by ~MasterPassionCreed
When he is sent to communicate the results, it is always the hardest subjects. Doug is used to it — just like he is used to his colleagues, or rather their nasty habit of dumping on him the worst of the Aperture experience.
These are the days of the big project. No matter how many times he calls it “attempted activation of potentially lethal AI”, nobody ever seems to take it seriously; and in his department, the reign of portal technology, funds and working hours are shortened to the point of ridiculous.
Portals — the one significant discovery in Aperture’s history, in his opinion. So expensive, always in such danger of being stolen, and yet so effective. Emergency procedure or not, the result is the same; these days, Doug is never left with much to do in his lab. So, when the examiners really don’t feel like working, he is sent to deal with the recruits.
He is not fond of these candidates. As far as he knows, most of them only seem to want their eas
Rejected - Chapter 1: TrialRejected - Chapter 1: Trial by ~MasterPassionCreed
“Martha, it’s time to leave. Write your name, and let’s go.”
The little girl purses her lips, pensive, playing around with her black marker. She finds it harder to focus in the renewed chaos of the daycare wing; now that everyone else is done — with a little more help, maybe, or less attention — the chatter is impossible to ignore, and the movements burst all at once from the small desks.
She finally chooses she is done, too. Her hand traces a few more letters, round and thick, on the nearest corner.
“By Chell, huh? That is your sister’s name, sweetie.”
“But Dad,” she protests. “She did all the work. She helped me write and build the potato.”
There is a new face by his father. She does not remember this man; it must be one of those hidden guys, always working deep down in the facility. Whatever the reason, her words seem to amuse him much.
“Ah, I see now, Robert,” he barks. “The younger of t
Corpse Bride - SnowflakeShe remembers too well.Corpse Bride - Snowflake by ~MasterPassionCreed
Whatever that darkness was, it's gone now, and it hurts. What she sees on the other end of the forest, beyond the veil of fog in her eyes, is pure sunrise; glistening ice welcomes it gladly, from the spots where the snow is still untouched.
When the sun is up, its beams feel like daggers in her already aching soul. This light proves it — how death is not the blissful oblivion she used to dream of in her youth, but a nightmare you can't ever wake up from.
There can't be liberating tears to seal it shut; there will be no rays of morning to cut through the curtains, no warm embraces to reassure her that it's over, that reality is much brighter and full of love.
This landscape is too cold to be reborn; no living hand is there to hold her icy fingers now. She already hears them, muffled and distant — the desperate wails of her mother, the dead silence of her father, when they walk through the dry branches and find her body.
If they ever will.
She swallows a mouthful