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thesphererp2020-06-03 06:23 pm
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Mem Share - learning the hard way
Content warning: Eye pain, mention of momentary blindness
[You can’t deny the thrill at the idea of seeing something no one of your kind has seen in, well, human lifetimes. You’ve been raised to believe that the sun was to be feared, that it could kill in an instant, or leave you permanently disfigured in some way. You had even been content to believe such things, until you’d happened upon a poem in your mother’s dressing table. You knew you weren’t supposed to go in there, but Mother always had the loveliest letters and this poem was no exception.
It came with a small painting of a sky filled with clouds glowing orange and purple. It was a sunset, you learn later, but at the moment, you think it must be a sunrise, and that you must see one just once! Yes, it was true your adult teeth had grown in only the month before, and it was also true your father told you several times the sunlight becomes much more deadly when a vampire becomes a man, but it was only a month ago!
You creep up to the clay shingled roof of your cottage minutes before the golden sun is set to break the horizon. The moments pass hours while you wait in trepidation, and then you watch the sky begin to lighten in the east. Your breathing comes quicker as excitement builds. You’re going to prove the sun isn’t so bad.
The first rays of the rising sun catch the gilded cross on the parish roof across the way and you’re captivated by the majesty. And then a cloud shifts and a lance of pure light, more profound than any you’ve ever seen, strikes your eyes with enough force to blind you. Even the rising sun this warm summer day in the south of Madrid is warmer than candlelight, as warm as a roaring fire, and then dizziness filles your mind. You’re falling, head pounding, stomach roiling.
You feel hands on your shoulders, several times stronger than a man’s, you hear a chastising voice laced with concern.]
Antonio! You foolish boy! [Your father, angry and frightened, but you can’t see, and then the gentle voice of your mother.] Frederico. [She sounds panicked, but why? It was only a moment…] is-is he?
[And then the world goes dark.]
[You can’t deny the thrill at the idea of seeing something no one of your kind has seen in, well, human lifetimes. You’ve been raised to believe that the sun was to be feared, that it could kill in an instant, or leave you permanently disfigured in some way. You had even been content to believe such things, until you’d happened upon a poem in your mother’s dressing table. You knew you weren’t supposed to go in there, but Mother always had the loveliest letters and this poem was no exception.
It came with a small painting of a sky filled with clouds glowing orange and purple. It was a sunset, you learn later, but at the moment, you think it must be a sunrise, and that you must see one just once! Yes, it was true your adult teeth had grown in only the month before, and it was also true your father told you several times the sunlight becomes much more deadly when a vampire becomes a man, but it was only a month ago!
You creep up to the clay shingled roof of your cottage minutes before the golden sun is set to break the horizon. The moments pass hours while you wait in trepidation, and then you watch the sky begin to lighten in the east. Your breathing comes quicker as excitement builds. You’re going to prove the sun isn’t so bad.
The first rays of the rising sun catch the gilded cross on the parish roof across the way and you’re captivated by the majesty. And then a cloud shifts and a lance of pure light, more profound than any you’ve ever seen, strikes your eyes with enough force to blind you. Even the rising sun this warm summer day in the south of Madrid is warmer than candlelight, as warm as a roaring fire, and then dizziness filles your mind. You’re falling, head pounding, stomach roiling.
You feel hands on your shoulders, several times stronger than a man’s, you hear a chastising voice laced with concern.]
Antonio! You foolish boy! [Your father, angry and frightened, but you can’t see, and then the gentle voice of your mother.] Frederico. [She sounds panicked, but why? It was only a moment…] is-is he?
[And then the world goes dark.]