vailkaen

[vailkaen]

In Place of Heaven You Stand

fandom: Sonic Franchise

pairing: Shadow x Sonic (Sonadow)

here’s a snippet of one of my new sonadow fics im writing!! i was desperate to share it with someone T-T (wrote this to No Surprises by Radiohead … fully recommend to listen while reading to submerse yourself in how i felt)

Subverting all that is Shadow; to pick him apart, to lay his bones bare, to give his artificial heart a squeeze within the touch of his born hand - what would Sonic find? Underneath all that was unnatural, all that was false, all that was never organic…What was there?

Shadow was no true cure, no absolute answer to mortality; to death. To look within a creature made to be the restoration of life itself, what would Sonic have found other than failure? When Shadow lay here, stripped of all his armor, of all his courage, did he see him for all he truly was?

Lost?

If not, perhaps he saw him young and full of foolish fear, petrified of the encasing loneliness that only yearned to consume him completely. Or perhaps he saw the hedgehog to be purity in essence squandered by the evil of man - truly, what is it that he would see when layers of skin and flesh were peeled back?

Would he see Shadow full of naivety, with the eyes of a child, wounded and full of guilt and the consumption of grief; convinced of the idea he is chaos reincarnate? Would he see Shadow convinced down to his very soul that he was anything but the bringer of change? Would he see, finally, this thrashing creature had every reason to be so consumed by this mournful sorrow that seemed to only choke him?

Even so, even when he saw Shadow being sadness incarnate, Sonic did not see him as hopeless or lost. He did not see him as broken, nor that of a failure. He knew what Shadow was, even when exposed to the world of darkness residing within Shadow’s resilient body.

Shadow was the answer - not to something as unchangeable as mortality, but to life itself. How could this creature, as despairing as he may be, be anything other than extraordinary?

To be immortal, the constant answer to someone’s despair, Shadow was created not to be a cure but a hero.

What greater beauty could there be? What more could the universe offer, when Shadow stood as its masterpiece?