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(tvd) ever-present light
Title: ever-present light
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Verse: canon
Summary: A short character study on Stefan and fire, and his relationship with it throughout the years.
Notes: Trying to kickstart my writing brain back into gear! Not entirely sure how successful, but (: always a first, right?
Fire hadn't always scared Stefan. The dancing, flickering flames had once beckoned to him in the corners of his bedroom. They consoled him through his studies; they illuminated worn, rugged letters from Damon; and they even reminded him of the stars that shone outside his bedroom window.
He remembered peeling candlewax off his fingers and how its touch had once burned him the most. Before electricity, there was candlelight. In that ever-present light, there was peace.
Then immortality had knocked on his door, and the once-comforting flames had changed overnight. No longer could candlelight ease his biggest worries. He may walk among men, but he feared that flicker, that moment of instability that could set him ablaze.
Damon might've laughed, had he witnessed those moments in person. ("What's wrong? Fire got your tongue?") Damon didn't understand. Damon would probably never understand how something so warm, so cherished could turn so frigid.
The light wasn't his to own anymore.
Then came electricity and the burning lights encased in glass. Tesla's invention had taken the world by storm. No more did flickering flames prevent him from dipping into his inkwill and writing, Dear Diary.
He could join the 20th century and pretend, for a decade or two, that he was as human as the rest of them. Bulbs were hot to the touch - of course - but he needn't fear them as he had feared candlelight.
City by city, generators were replacing the time-honored lights, and city by city, Stefan learned to embrace the artifical light.
The night might be his to own, but that blazing fire (the fire of the future, the fire of promise) would always be his first love.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Verse: canon
Summary: A short character study on Stefan and fire, and his relationship with it throughout the years.
Notes: Trying to kickstart my writing brain back into gear! Not entirely sure how successful, but (: always a first, right?
Fire hadn't always scared Stefan. The dancing, flickering flames had once beckoned to him in the corners of his bedroom. They consoled him through his studies; they illuminated worn, rugged letters from Damon; and they even reminded him of the stars that shone outside his bedroom window.
He remembered peeling candlewax off his fingers and how its touch had once burned him the most. Before electricity, there was candlelight. In that ever-present light, there was peace.
Then immortality had knocked on his door, and the once-comforting flames had changed overnight. No longer could candlelight ease his biggest worries. He may walk among men, but he feared that flicker, that moment of instability that could set him ablaze.
Damon might've laughed, had he witnessed those moments in person. ("What's wrong? Fire got your tongue?") Damon didn't understand. Damon would probably never understand how something so warm, so cherished could turn so frigid.
The light wasn't his to own anymore.
Then came electricity and the burning lights encased in glass. Tesla's invention had taken the world by storm. No more did flickering flames prevent him from dipping into his inkwill and writing, Dear Diary.
He could join the 20th century and pretend, for a decade or two, that he was as human as the rest of them. Bulbs were hot to the touch - of course - but he needn't fear them as he had feared candlelight.
City by city, generators were replacing the time-honored lights, and city by city, Stefan learned to embrace the artifical light.
The night might be his to own, but that blazing fire (the fire of the future, the fire of promise) would always be his first love.