Drabble: Tapestry Of Memories
Jan. 21st, 2010 04:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
adrianneb78239Xander Harris had a lot of bad times in his life, but those type of memories he choose not to dwell on.
Instead he converted those good memories. The ones that helped him stay focus, helped him stay motivated to live when the world got just a tad too rough for him.
He could see Jesse face smiling back at him, and a young Willow who was still naive, with no sense of bitterness, or hardness that she wore now. When the world was uncomplicated, and not black and white. When the hardest thing in his life was dodging his fathers drunken incrimination, and what if he would pass chem.
He smiled slightly as he looked onto the pinking sky, the sun rising in the east, still the most beautiful time of the day. A signal from God that the mundane world would rise, ignorant of those shadows of the underworld, the real dangers which he had fought all of his adult life alongside his best friend, his hunt sister, the slayer.
He stay there looking out onto the window, letting the rising sun's rays touch his face, before he sighed, and went to bed. Under his closed eye lids he replayed those memories, wrapping himself in the good times like a security blanket before as he drifted off to sleep.
Instead he converted those good memories. The ones that helped him stay focus, helped him stay motivated to live when the world got just a tad too rough for him.
He could see Jesse face smiling back at him, and a young Willow who was still naive, with no sense of bitterness, or hardness that she wore now. When the world was uncomplicated, and not black and white. When the hardest thing in his life was dodging his fathers drunken incrimination, and what if he would pass chem.
He smiled slightly as he looked onto the pinking sky, the sun rising in the east, still the most beautiful time of the day. A signal from God that the mundane world would rise, ignorant of those shadows of the underworld, the real dangers which he had fought all of his adult life alongside his best friend, his hunt sister, the slayer.
He stay there looking out onto the window, letting the rising sun's rays touch his face, before he sighed, and went to bed. Under his closed eye lids he replayed those memories, wrapping himself in the good times like a security blanket before as he drifted off to sleep.
