Drabble, Butterfly in Reverse.

[beccaelizabeth]

They call it the butterfly effect now. One little action in a faraway place determines everything after. The wings that bring the storm he used to ride. The degenerate son of Chaos, flapping and waving and moving on, watching it all fall apart and flitting away.

No more.

Strapped to a bed in a little white room, white sheets around him, a bandage cocoon. Healing. Twisted. One change he’d never have chosen. They took his wings away and he’d never fly so high again.

Without his magic, Ethan was left to crawl, hungry and empty ever more. Butterfly in reverse.

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crossposted from open_on_sunday.
The challenge was either a Counting Crows song title or 'Silence'.
I had a bunny for Silence but it was way too depressing.
Yes, this is actually the more cheerful version.

Comments

[gloss]

This is beautiful, and a wonderfully desolate Ethan. *Nice*.

[beccaelizabeth]

art is wierd, cause desolate dont usually equal nice ;)
but thanksyou

[sparklebutch.livejournal.com]

Look at my icon, and embrace.

*bleeds*

[beccaelizabeth]

neversawitneverhappened eh?
yeah, pretty much my reaction too, and I *wrote* the thing.